Emaciated Hoodlum

SlimThug. Hmmm. What can I say about this "performance" that I’ve just heard on the Tyra Banks show. Which by the way is a whole ‘nother thing - Why I’m watching ex-models as talk show host. What does that say about me and my lot in life? Hard questions to ponder. Anyway, The shits awful, Slim Thug that is. Its like, things I’ve heard on public access television. Monotone style. No charisma - Wait, I think he just fell asleep. No. I think he stopped breathing. No. Wow. He just said he went platinum out of the trunk of his car somewhere in Texas. Huh? For real? I’m booing this whole fiasco, the whole inference that this is culture. Bitch please. So, Texas has given us Slim Thug and George Bush. Wow.

Nip

Can we get a Nipsy Russell retrospective? I'm waiting.......

If He ruled the world....

This kid is off the chain. Now, he’s climbing over Dad, climbing over the seats, sticking to people with all his stickiness - he’s rocking red socks too with his ensemble. If you could be that guy as a grown person you might become President or head up something of importance or lead your team in scoring. You must have a blatant disregard for other people and social aphorism to become the uberprinces of this nation. My mother wasted her hard earned time trying to make me a sensitive empath of the world. If she only knew. There is a direct link between egocentricism and success. You’ve seen them. Little privileges run amuck. If you watch them grow up - Little Billy will be the leader of the free world one day. That’s why they are letting him kick me in the side as he climbs over the seats - His parents are preparing him for greatness.

Children get the wiggles

"Caution, the moving walkway is ending. Caution, the moving walkway is ending. Caution....." Midway Airport, Chicago. I’m watching a little kid literally crying over his spilled milk (spilled by his little sister by the way in a fit of delight with her mayhem). Watched Mom do Mom things in exasperation. Watched Dad grab the Blackberry, all of sudden he was all about business. Then I went back to watching Cry-Face. He obviously dressed himself for the trip - big giant yellow stripe on the shirt - red, white and blue pin stripes on the pants. Although, you can’t blame him for the purchase, who put the crack in the neighborhoods? Anyway, now he’s settling in to an episode of the Wiggles on the portable DVD. The screen is fingerprinted and stained and greasy. That won’t stop him. Here it comes, euphoria. I see it forming on his cry-face. I wish I could remember when I could release and let the worries of the world ride out with the flick of a switch. I wish I could dress myself in big yellow stripes and red white and blue pinstripes. Nice. There’s a guy dressed up as a policeman marching on screen. Even at my most simple, I don’t think I get the Wiggles.

First F U

Since these are random thoughts, off the dome, and I am a terrabol spaller - I will not, I should not be held accountable for the bludgeoning I will do to grammar and usage. Hence the mantra of the blog title. F U too.

In the beginning....

I'm not a musician, so I used two turntables and an occasional mike. I wasn't born of the Metro, the Goldwyn or the Mayer family - so I made a tiny movie somewhere in the middle of america. I don't own a PHD in the history of analytic philosophy from Harvard University - so I do my best in "philosophizing."

S0, its past time to start a conversation - even if it is with myself.

Here we go.