Saturday, September 30, 2006

I know you’re shitting your pants waiting for it, but yes, my WAC week 5 NCAA picks are finally up on blogcritics. You may now notify your bookie that the world may continue to rotate on its axis. At least temporarily. You know, for at least one more day. I’m watching a tivo’d version of the Rutgers south florida game via espn2. don’t axe me why. I have no affiliation with either team, but I do have an affinity for football that’s not on Saturday or Sunday, it’s just like a treat, like a san Francisco treat that’s not rice or noodles or some other kind of apparatus of which you know whut I mean.

I was gonna say something deep and hidden within this post about random crapsterpiece kine shit, but, shit, who cares, nobody reads this shit anymore anyway anyhow, so eff it. But while I’m here I will say that I think that Cincinnati is the best team in the nfl right now, call me crazy, ok, no more sports crap.

Tuesday nite I get on an airplane headed to phoenix and then one headed to Colorado, to a small town that shall go unnamed, in case you’re trying to track me, because you know that like there are so many people on the innernet that are obsessed with me because this is the most popular blog, even though I hate the word blog, even though I incorporated it into the name of this blog, in the world, the most popular blog in the world that is, if you got confused by this run on sentence from hell. Salud.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

What is it about hip hop that makes you think that shit from the 80’s is like so ancient and shit from the early 90’s is just a bit beyond when that shit started in the first place, when actually that shit started in the late 70’s, but shit, 12 years for a musical & cultural movement is just a drop in the ocean, maybe that’s it, I mean, look at movies, a movie from the early 90’s don’t feel nearly as old as a rap record from the early 90’s, not to mention the late or early 80’s. but the converse effect thing is that, on the actual listens to these records and actual viewings of these films, the films look and sound more dated than the actual records do, lending credence to the argument that everything is crucial in the viewpoint, in your preconceived notions, and that art takes time to develop within an idiom, and when you think about it like that, hip hop is a baby, yo, a goddamm baby. A strong baby, granted, a powerful baby, and one that is flexing its muscles in ways that it thought would never be possible even 10 years ago. I mean, I thought shit was corny and unbelievable when I saw my first juicy juice commercial that was trying to do a rap to sell some shit, like, that was some the guvament trying to coopt the underground shit and just failing miserably type shit right there, but now, you don’t even notice that shit, hip hop has permeated the national and global consciousness to such a degree that they can be pimping diapers or Gatorade or what the fuck ever and using hip hop to do it, and it’s slick, it just glides right by, and that’s a result of multitude of things, one the fact that rap is such a mainstream thing now that you don’t blink when it’s presented in a forum of which is not its official designation and two that the people who actually do this shit for a living and know what the fuck they are doing, aka hip hop practitioners, are actually working for the quote unquote man, not that they didn’t always, or at least for a long time, but in capacities of which 10, 15 years ago no one would have thought would have been happening, like in art departments, marketing gigs, advertising, promotion, and not for rap records, but for whatever the hell you can think of, this from an industry, from an art form, that came out of one specific area, at one specific time, a very very very short time ago in the cosmic scheme of things, and when you consider, but shit, look at rock music, that shit blew up with Elvis and started elsewhere, but that shit is relatively young too, so maybe it’s just that society is speeding up so fast that we just can’t keep track of shit anymore, same with technology, with our goddamm cell phones, with computers, with information, with the way we disseminate just about every goddamm piece of knowledge and correspondence changing on a monthly weekly & yearly basis. Shit is a trip.

Kool Moe Dee interview

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Hey. I’m watching old conan o’brien on tivo. It’s a bit lonely here, as the wife & kid got on a plane tonite headed for the plains of Colorado. That’s right, colorado’s got plains, and they got on a plane. Sigh & shalom. Some crazy finance guy is pretty excited about the new fruscetta (sp?) sangwiches at Wendy’s. Conan’s pretty good, he’s a player, whoah, they guy said that, and I was saying it, and, wow.

So back to my wife & kid on a plane. That’s a heavy planning stage type of dillio doing that for the first time. Did you know you can gate check your stroller & car seat? Fabulous. Whoah, the tv just did it again, said fabulous right after I typed it. Am I predicting what’s gonna happen in a straight up precognitory fashion or is it just that I’m catching a vibe off of what’s going on in the current programming and then jumping off of it, I mean, nothing original has been penned, aired, or even said out of one single person’s mouth since 1982, a magical year, the year that lion jumped out of the van halen t-shirt.

So, yup, my wife & kid are on a plane. Right now. Sigh shalom I miss them already. One week and I’ll be there with them, in, on, at, the plains of Colorado, after riding a plane, and then we’ll be together again. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I was and am extremely fond already, and I think they are too, well, I know, but, well, you know the story with that, or think you do, or don’t.

Am I the only one who wants to shoot those people that laugh way too much at the olive garden when they think about all the pasta and sauce and salad and bread sticks they could potentially stuff down their pretentious throats?

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

So I went 5-1 on my WAC football picks this weekend. Try & reschedule your plans around the party you will of course have to spontaneously have right now. Or right now. Or now. Ok in 5 minutes. I’ll wait. Basically if you'd listened to me, even though I'm only actually telling you about it now, but, you know, it was on the innernet, just not here, all the good it does you, well, you could've been a millionaire. why ain't I a millionaire? goddammit, just shut up. Oh yeah, I wrote some shit on the 22nd that I never posted. Nothing must go to waste. Here it is:

In other news (see below, or not, it doesn’t matter and is, in fact, ok) the completely different department called and they want their ocean back. Sigh shalom. Don’t talk about sports. People hate it. Except for the sports people, they love it, er, well, not really, sometimes, depending on how well you pontificate, which is usually, um, not the most, uh, impressive stature in regards to knowing what the hell you’re talking about.

ey yo. My weekly WAC football picks are up a day early cuz of the Nevada Northwestern game on ESPN today. (note from the editing staff: these are the same picks that are referenced in the first paragraph, above, yet this paragraph, well, except for this part in the parentheses, was inexplicably written before the segment above. The day early referred to was actually last Thursday, so a day early, for you, dear reader, knock knock, actually became 4 days late. Go figure. Did I mention I went 5-1 this weekend, counting the spreads, none of that pussy pick who wins quote unquote shit. I mean, what good does that do? so I know who wins for the sake of sport? puh-leeze. dough ray moi) So you have that. Enjoy. Or not. Be ambivalent then, effer. This shall go at the bottom of the post, if a post exists.