Oh One More Thing.......

Okay, I promise this is the last post for today.

I just read the review for Spike Lee's new movie "She Hate Me" and I want y'all to go pay y'all $7.50 and go peep that.

I love me some bug looking Spike Lee!  Here's the review below:

Review: 'She Hate Me' Is Self-Indulgent
By CHRISTY LEMIRE AP Entertainment Writer
"She Hate Me" is every inch a Spike Lee movie: a celebration of the things he loves (Brooklyn, jazz, sports) and a tirade against the things he hates (corporate greed, bad rap music, George W. Bush), all of which are easy targets.
Indeed, several lines in the script seem to have been plucked from the speeches he's been making on college campuses for the past year or so: "Why do all these rappers think they're gangsters?" "Why are there more African-American males in prison than in college?"
Good questions — and ones that Lee, as director and co-writer (with Michael Genet), touches on only briefly in his attempt to encompass a multitude of themes and ideas.
Wordy, preachy, overlong and self-indulgent, "She Hate Me" is also admirably ambitious and, at times, extremely funny.
The title alone is good for a laugh — a play on He Hate Me, the nickname Carolina Panthers running back Rod Smart took for himself back in his XFL days. Here, it's the nickname Jack Armstrong (Anthony Mackie), a fired biotech executive, gives his ex-fiancee, Fatima (Kerry Washington), who left him years ago when she realized she was a lesbian.
Jack loses his job after blowing the whistle on his bosses (an overly brassy Ellen Barkin and Woody Harrelson, the real-life environmental activist ironically combed and costumed to resemble Hitler youth). Jack had discovered that the company tried to get FDA approval for its new AIDS drug by lying about test results and shredding documents.
His finances have been frozen and he needs money. He's under investigation by the Securities and Exchange Commission so he can't get another job.
Enter Fatima, who wants to have a baby in tandem with her Dominican girlfriend (Dania Ramirez), whom Jack bitterly dubs "Miss Manny Ramirez." Each woman will pay him $5,000 cash to impregnate her.
He's reluctant but the money is sitting there in front of him — and in no time, so are many other lesbian friends of Fatima's who'd also like to have children but don't want to go to a sperm bank.
The high-farce sequence that follows is the best part of the whole film. Educated, successful women of various sizes, ethnic backgrounds and sexual neuroses demand to inspect the merchandise before plunking down their five grand — sort of like looking under the hood before driving off with a used car (and judging by their reactions, Jack's machinery is a formidable sight to behold). Then they all demand what they paid for, right there that night, even though some of them have never been intimate with a man before.
Soon Fatima is running the sperm service like a shrewd businesswoman, bringing in new clients and taking a cut of Jack's earnings. With the help of Viagra and Red Bull, he ends up impregnating 18 women, one of whom is expecting twins (Monica Bellucci in an absurd yet strangely poignant scene in which she truly believes she feels the moment of conception).
If this story line had constituted the entirety of Lee's film, he would have been just fine. He's broached some relevant topics that demand discussion: what it takes to become a mother later in life after having put career first, and the unique challenges gay parents face. He also raises the question of what it means exactly to be a father, as Jack wonders how much responsibility he should take in these babies' lives.
But then Lee veers all over the place, including back to Jack's childhood home in Brooklyn, where he watches his parents (Jim Brown and Lonette McKee) argue and drift further apart. He also stages his own version of what happened during the Watergate break-in, with all the key figures assembling merrily in a parking garage. One of them is an actor playing President Nixon while wearing a Nixon mask, as if he were a bank robber from "Point Break."
The film also must return eventually to the SEC investigation of Jack and his former company, if only to give Jack the opportunity to deliver an impassioned, indignant speech before a Senate committee.
(One of these little detours, though, is hilariously worthwhile. John Turturro plays Bellucci's father, a mob boss who sends his thugs to bring him the man who has fathered his grandchildren, and when they meet he does a startlingly accurate impression of Marlon Brando in "The Godfather.")
For every charming small moment like this, there are far more scenes of overblown, self-satisfied drama. Having Jack throw a tantrum at the bank when he's denied access to his money isn't enough; his screams must compete with the trumpet of Terence Blanchard's score. And that, too, is typical Spike Lee.
"She Hate Me," a Sony Pictures Classics release, is rated R for strong graphic sexuality/nudity, language and a scene of violence. Running time: 138 minutes. Two stars out of four.

I'm mad as hell, the critic gave him two stars out of four.  Stupid heffa.

Y'all go support my nigga Spike.  Also, if y'all want to get on my good side, my birthday coming up and stuff, gone ahead and make me happy by buying "Bamboozled" for a sista.

I'm out.  I promise this time.

Fuck A B.u.s.h.

Literally.

JOHN KERRY AND JOHN EDWARDS ARE THE MANSES!

Did y'all see the DNC last night?  Was John Kerry not the coolest white dude talkin' bout "I am your President reporting for duty" and saluting the crowd?  At first, I admit I was a little semetical about voting for him in November (I was going to vote for Ralph Nader), but he showed and proved last night that if he really is 'bout it, 'bout it, Amerikkaa is going to be alright.  Now, don't get me wrong, I would still prefer Al Sharpton (no, I'm dead serious), but he's the next best thing.  However, don't get it twisted, the best thing about John Kerry, might be John Edwards.  That man is so the man, he reminds me of Bill Clinton.  He's charismatic and definitely feeling all of the issue I want to be addressed; healthcare, education, and bringing the jobs back to Amerikkka instead of in gotdamn India (my 2 year old speaks better English than those muthafucks).

Anyway, it's going to be interesting to see what kind of capitalist, demonic, pretentious bullshit that Bush has to spit next week.  I'm telling y'all now, if that bastard gets re-elected, I'm taking it to the streets and protesting.  We didn't elect him the first time and I damn sure ain't trying to see his tired ass back up in the White House for a second term. 

It's interesting to see how the media is playing this election out.  All the nice propaganda they're spitting about Bush and Kerry being in a dead heat.  PUUHHHLLLEEEZZZEEE!  Kerry has Bush's ass beat like a nigga with dime bag for a nickel.  He's trying his best to brainwash these others inept son of a biscuits into believing that he has this election licked and there's no use in trying to vote for Kerry.  I'm sorry Bush, but I have a brain, you can't fool me with your bullshit. 

For all y'all black Republicans, y'all suck like a prostitute with no teeth or conscious.

Peace out and remember to vote in November.

Oh, yeah, I know you dropped the subject Lisa, but:

LMBAO!  GAH DAMN  That shit was hi-la-ri-ous!

I'm out. 

Peanut Is Two Err'Body!

Today my little Peanut turned two.  Oh, I can't believe it's been two years already!  She's growing up so fast (well, she's still on the short side) and just flirting with the little boys.

Yes, my baby is a fast ass.

I had to take to her to the doctor today for her two year checkup.  We were sitting in the waiting room on the Black side, you know the side that's for the sick babies but for some reason all the Black folks wind up sitting on that side.  Anyway, Peanut was flirting with this older dude (he reminded me of Bruce Bruce's cousin) and this little four year old boy.  She was dancing and pulling up her dress to show everybody her coordinating diaper cover.  Clearly any other mother would have been embarrassed - not me.  I was telling Peanut to collect money for her show.  Well, as expected, most niggas didn't want to give up the funds for the dancing, but she did at least get a lollipop from Bruce Bruce's cousin. 

Tonight, I'm having an ice cream and cake birthday party for her.  I'm not throwing her a full fledged birthday party because I'm broke and plus last year's party was such a disaster, I vowed she wouldn't get another until she's sixteen and can pay for the shit herself.   For all of y'all who think I'm mean for doing that, know this;  I never had a birthday party and I turned out okay, so will she. 

In other news, cousin Monica is officially about to be somebody's wife in a week. 

*Sniffs*  I never got the chance to take her to the club. 

For a wedding present I'm going to get them some tattered wife beaters with fresh bloodstains and bullet holes and a used roll of toilet paper.  Now before y'all start booing and hissing, know that my gift comes straight from the heart and will come in handy.

Oh well, I gotta go, must pretend that I'm working.

Until the next time.............

No Title Necessary

I just felt like writing today.  I don't have anything in particular to talk about.

Remember the guy Ecstacy I used to write about all the time when I was working as a security guard?  Well, apparently he don't remember me, because I haven't heard from him?  Damn, sexiness going to waste.  It just doesn't make any sense.

I finally went permanent on my job last week.  Yay!  I was starting to get scared, I hadn't been looking for another job and I definitely wasn't in the mood to do so either.  This job is perfect.  Ten minutes away from the house (but I'm still late, I don't get it), ten minutes from Clayton State University where I'm taking my classes, and ten minutes away from the babysitter.  It doesn't get any better.  Plus the best part is, MO MONEY!  Now I can finally get my house and shit.  I'm glad about that  because a sista is about cut this raggedy ass apartment loose.  I was trying to wait until June of next year, but a nigga might be on the move before then.  I opened up my water bill for July and that shit was 54 dollars.  54 dollars y'all?!  I don't even have a washer and dryer.  This shit is redamndiculous.  I know it's going to continue to get  higher because more people are moving out of my apartment building.  By November that shit is going to be through the roof.

In other news, aint' nothing else going on.  My daddy says I don't have a life.  If anybody has any spare lives laying around, let me hold that shit for a minute.  I'll give it back to you in a couple of months or so.

Don't you hate people that work in your office that turn their radio up on the last fucking notch?
I ought to throw some damn water on that shit and see how she likes that.

Until the next time..........

Baduizm

Erykah Badu had her baby, a girl named Puma. 

What in the hell? Puma?  Does she know that this child will be teased mercilessly in school?  What kind of nickname can this child possibly have?  Pu Pu? Pukey?

Her friends and family said that her daughter wasn't named after the athletic shoe, "She's more more down to earth than that.  It's more likely that the name has meaning, that it's something natural."

What the fuck? Ain't nothing natural about a child being named after a damn jungle animal and some played out kicks.

Ms. Badu didn't disclose the identity of the father.

We know it's not Common, it's D.O.C. Duh!?

Erykah just a little advice from one sista with a deadbeat baby daddy to another, you might wanna file some child support on that nigga.  Unlike Andre, D.O.C. ain't got no money.  That nigga ain't had a hit since I was in the fourth grade. 

Another thing Erykah, you're not a cat, so stop fucking err'body and saying "it's natural". 

Despite all that weird shit in your personal life, I still love your music though.

The end........

OH MY GOD!

Peoples, I just received word that American Idol raised it's age limit to 28.  Woo Hoo!  I'm auditioning.  I can saaannnnnggggg!
 
Don't believe me?  Just watch for yourself when they come to Atlanta.

Just Phuck It

Man, I'm sick as a dog. This hasn't been a good summer for me. I've just been going through the motions really. I'm tired of the stupid ass job and folks just thinking that it's cool to do or say shit that isn't cool and get away with it. I'm just sick, sick, sick.

Where was I?

I have trimmed down a couple of folks in my ever shrinking circle of friends. I'm getting to the point where I feel like I can't relate to anyone anymore. It's like I'm in my own little universe and the only person that matters in my little Peanut. Niggas that are supposed to be your friend tell folks all your business. This one broad in particular has been axed from the friendship circle because of that shit. It didn't matter what the hell I told her, somebody in her damn family knew my damn business, even after I explicitly told her not to divulge the information to anyone. My damn bad. Plus, I made the mistake of telling her about some issues that I was having with my sister. Next thing I know this bitch is mouthing off about my sister to this dude that is clearly infatuated with her. Maybe it's just me, but I don't like for anyone to say anything bad about my family but me. Yes, my sister has did some fucked stuff to me, but she's also done a lot of stuff, that I will never forget. But again I have no one to blame but myself for even telling her. Now she feels that everytime I can't do anything with her it's because of my sister. My sister isn't the reason I don't have money. I don't have money because I am a single parent, with single parent bills. Her ass lives with her sister and has no kids. I rest my case.

Then I have another friend that feels it's okay to tell her friends my damn business. I remember one particular incident when she told me that her friend asked her "why I let him (my baby's father) use me like that?" because I slept with him. First of all, why is my friend discussing who I'm having sex with to anyone. Second of all, I've only had three sexual partners in my whole 27 years of living, which is more than I can say about my friend's friend. I tell you broads.

I'm just tired of telling my "so-called" friends stuff in confidence and they think that means that they can tell anybody. I'm better off alone. With friends like these, I don't need enemies.

I'm just in a pissy mood y'all that's all. However, I mean what I say about my "so-called" friends, I'm just going to take a sabbatical from these broads and see if I still feel the same way about them. Probably will.........

Peace.

Don't Worry, If There's A Hell, We're All Going........

Curtis Mayfield, God bless his soul, ain't never lied..........

Black folks are going to go to hell with Amoco gasoline draws on. All this hate, stupidiy, politicking, and greed is going to have hell full of Blacks. Bill Cosby went on another tirade again blasting Black folks for their behavior and lack of home training.

I wish he would he shut the fuck up already.

I commend Bill for all of his vocal ability, but he's trying to catch the damn bus a tad bit too late. This stuff that's going on with our race isn't some cancer that metastisized overnight. This junk has been going on for years. I can truly feel where's he coming from on this, but my question is where is all of this sudden "I'm just so disgusted" attitude coming from? Then good 'ol Jesse Jackson of course riding any political coattail his discredited ass can hop on these days, is in full agreement.

I'm sorry, but I don't care what Bill Cosby says, Blacks have not and continue not to have the same opportunities as Whites. My question to Bill is besides giving all of his money to these expensive ass Black Colleges that most young Black students would like to attend but can't because of the exorbitant cost, what else has he done? Most of these Blacks folks are acting this way because they don't know any better. Nobody's trying to help them "unlearn" the behavior that is the result of a capitalist and eurocentric society. An old saying once said, "Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day, but if you teach a man to fish, then he'll eat forever"; that's the same mentality that Bill should have. He hasn't "taught" his people anything but eating Jell-O pudding pops and watching his show (which I hated, by the way). He's not holding up his end of the deal. I'm sick of the way Black people are acting, but if I'm not part of the solution, then I can't say shit right?

Right......

Bill, I applaud your concern, but where were you, when they were threatning to do away with affirmative action as a decision factor for admission in predominately white colleges, the police beatings, slashing funds to the HBCU's that you help to support? I can't support my brother when he isn't supporting me. You wanna get fired up, then get fired up. Stand up for what you believe in, but don't you dare down my people because you don't have shit else to do. According to DuBois you're supposed to be a member of the "Talented Tenth". In my opinion, you're just a typical Negro that's suffering from a case of "I forgot where I came from". Well, I'm here to remind you, you're just one foot out of the ghetto your damn self, so cool the holier than thou attitude and start helping to make a difference instead of pointing the finger.

P.S. Names don't necessarily mean you're going to jail. I take pride in my name and the only reason why I'm not in jail is because I don't desire to go.

I Missed The Bus

Y'all remember that song don't you? Kris Kross? Damn, if you don't remember them boys and that song, then you are officially lame ass hell shawty!

Anyway, for the past couple of nights I have been having extremely vivid dreams. I mean dreams that are in such detail that I can actually remember them when I wake up. Last night was no exception. However, the dream I had last night is a dream that I've been having since 1996. Yup, I know that's a long ass time to be dreaming about the same thing, but hey if that dream hasn't come true yet, then you still have to dream about it until it happens right?

I hope so.....

Anyway, the dream goes a little like this, I'm standing at the bus stop just talking to some people, telling some funny ass jokes and this guy that I was like totally in love with is at the bus stop too. We converse (not conversate like so many ghetto educated people like to say) for a while, you know catching up on each other's life until his bus arrives. Suddenly, he leaves before I get a chance to get his number so I can give him a call. I'm desperately searching for him and I can't find him. Then out of nowhere, I see him and he gives me the biggest kiss that I believe that I've ever had in my life. Then it's over...

Man, I'm still in love with that dude.

I met "him" when I was a junior in high school and working at Chick Fil-A in the mall. He was such a sweet and handsome guy that I thought he was way out of my league. I was always setting him up with my friends and stuff like that instead of just telling him that I liked him. Finally, I decided that shit, I deserve a great guy like him. I'm still a virgin, I make good grades in school, and I can dress pretty darn good, so I deserve to make myself available to this guy. So, I did and with disastrous results. First of all, I now know what people mean by not being ready for a relationship. I was and still am to a certain extent, not ready for a relationship. During our whirlwind courtship, I was childish and immature and eventually broke it off with him because of some bullshit that some ol' chickenhead was telling me. Anyway, I had a chance to redeem myself and try to make it up to him the following year and what did I do? I fucked it up again. Urrrgggghhhhh! I hate myself for what happened. I just wish that I had grown up some within that year that we didn't talk.

Fast forward to 2002. My friend calls me on the morning I'm going into labor with my Peanut to tell me that "he" was at her house installing an alarm system and that he was modeling now. She was like "yeah, girl he still looks the same." I, on the other hand, looked like a pregnant stick figure on a crack diet.

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn! My chance for redemption; gone again.

Well, it's almost time for his ten year class reunion and I'm seriously thinking about going so that I can "run" into him. Only one problem though, he graduated a year before I did and he went to a different high school. Do you think I can get away with it?

Well, looks like I'll be dreaming about him until the day I die. The love I let get away.

Maybe that's why I can't get that damn Kriss Kross song out of my head, because I missed the bus.