Non-Performers At Karaoke Night

A certain persona was halfheartedly attempting to put the moves on my buddy the other evening.  Even through my beer induced haze, I could tell that the...um...worker (?) was barely giving an effort, perhaps it was too late in the day and he had been out in the hot sun all afternoon with no luck.  He was looking a little rundown and dejected.  I was longing for Wolf to show up and take him aside with a smirking "You're never gonna make it like that, Kid..."

Danell Leyva In Action: Parallel Bars

Danell Leyva's work here on the parallel bars:  Impressive!  Danell Leyva shirtless in little red shorts:  Impressive!  Danell is training for the Japan Cup which starts July 2nd. I'm counting on Universal Sports to have coverage as they owe me one after getting me hooked on Rugby!!

Hello Again by The Gregory Brothers

So, Frankie, you know I have these overwhelming emotions that I'm constantly suppressing, hence my perpetual stick-up-the-buttness, but this song totally has me succumbing!!  Every time I play it, I get all misty eyed and get a knot in my throat.  I even had to send it to Leo so he could share in my human-emotion-extravaganza.

Hello Again by Michael and Andrew Gregory.  It's on the Schmoyoho YouTube channel...ch-ch-ch-check it out (Beastie Boys reference)...



...and a catchy little nugget called Jimmy Smith Park (which has got to be the cutest oddity ever) from earlier in the Schmoyoho catalog.

Pimps Up?

So my boss remarks after seeing this purple vehicle parked out front the other day that there was a "pimp mobile" out front.  He said Pimp Mobile, bitch!  I am officially the least urban person in our office.  I hate he missed this other vehicle, sitting up on however-many-inch rims.  I would try to make a correlation between this influx of pimp mobiles and the very recent phenomenon of weed odor wafting around but I'm not one to cast aspersions. 

Grades Are In...

My current transcript along with what I'm scheduled to take next semester.  Yes, I dropped that Business class that I had been complaining about since day one of last semester.  When I retake it, if I hear any talk of any group projects, I will be ready to go on some kind of rampage...drinking, eating, killing...I'm not sure which one.

I feel like I want to add another class for next semester, but I'm worried the two I chose are going to be a challenge to juggle along with work.  I'm expecting long research papers and insane formulas that I've never heard of.

A New Bible Story!

See, what really happened was, Jesus and Judas were having a secret love affair and they were found out.  The judgmental angels said, "Oh HELL naw!" which is what actually led to Jesus being crucified. 

The last line in this clip is an easy setup for a gag about the whole clip. 

When Gravity Attacks

Was it a festive evening ending in calamity?  A run at a hip new urban sport ending in calamity?  My own brand of plain-ol' clumsy ending in calamity?  Red Line run-in ending in calamity but not a glass eye? 

So many questions...so few answers...so many me not seeing him at the Spotlight...

Labelled: Hmmmm, Interesting...

I ran across this article this morning (3:00am!  Visit me, Mr Sandman!), Frankie.  Naomi Campbell does not like to be compared to a chocolate bar and is contemplating suing Cadbury over a recent advert they ran mentioning her.  Okay, this ad is obviously based on her diva behaviour, and I don't think it was conceived to be a comment on her ethnicity at all.  And racist?  Come on, that is quite the stretch, there.  The reaction has been a bit shrieking from some corners, but they do make an interesting point.

I've long had a problem with people referring to black people as chocolate, milk chocolate, caramel or any other objectifying, food-based term.  I think it's dismissive and silly.  Every time I hear anyone going into their urban voice **cough, Tyra, cough** talking about a "fine, chocolate brother" or sister or whatnot, I wonder why that is considered a complement.  I suppose when black people do that, it's a way of embracing their skin tone?  When non-black people do it, is it their way of...well I'm stumped, I can't think of any reason that isn't based in comedy.

I've been approached by guys who say that they are only into chocolate and I would immediately lose interest.  Not just because of them equating me with food but also because they clearly aren't seeing me as a person, just a skin tone.  It is unfair to the other person.  They don't realize that I might take it as an insult because chocolate is fairly often used to describe black people.  In my mind, however, it goes back to that hypersexualization of blacks (notice how the word "chocolate" is always a guttural exaggeration, sometimes to the point of near-grunting) that was used in the past to consider us more on an animalistic level than on an "enlightened human" level.

Mind you, I would never, ever be mistaken for hypersexual but, uh...anyhoo...

Can't Sleep...

My brain won't shut up about equations and whatnot.  My final is tomorrow and I'm quite nervous.  I'm not looking forward to the new under-eye bags that I'll be sporting in addition to my regular under-eye bags.