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April 30, 2007
What's goin' on, on One on One...
It's May sweeps, and we at my46 have lost our ever loving minds. This week, it's a new song every day promoting each night's episode of One on One.
The on-air spot:
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April 26, 2007
Back on the bus
After, like, 6 years, I've started working out regularly.
Ok, maybe only 3 years.
And ok, maybe I've only done it twice in two weeks.
But it's a start.
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The most insane
I will preface this by saying this is exTREMELy graphic and that you should not listen to this at work unless you have headphones and not at home if there are children about. I'm going to go ahead and use Carlton's intro and for the first time, use the extended entry feature and not even put the whole of the subject matter on this main page. Yes, it's like that. Be prepared.
I will say that the 3rd one is the most insane, but if you have time, take the buildup and watch all three.
I will also say that the sidekick is her MOTHER.
From: Carlton J. Smith
Date: Apr 25, 2007 10:03 AM
Subject: THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING ON YOUTUBE!!!!!! VERY GRAPHIC!!!!!!!!
PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!
YOU HAVE GOT TO CHECK THIS CRAZY LADY OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'VE NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD IN MY LIFE!!!!!!!!
GOD BLESS HER, SHE'S STARK RAVING MAD!!!!!!!!!! SOME BROTHER REALLY JERKED HER OVER AND SHE'S NOW LOST HER MIND - BUT SHE'S ON A CRUSADE.
On this one she's for the most part well behaved. Especially compared with what's coming up in the following episodes.
This one is entitled "D**K WILL MAKE YOU SLAP SOMEBODY". Please check out the little story that she tells, starting at 3:25 to 3:54 culminating in the tag line/title of the epsiode. SHE IS HILARIOUS!!!!!!!!!
This one is entitled "HALLOWEEN". IT IS THE COUP DE GRACE OF THIS ENTIRE THING!!!!
At 00:58 she tells you about "...PILOTING THE P***Y...." - at 1:45 to 2:05, she discusses "....THE N*T BRACKET.....". At 3:28 she explains to HER MOTHER WHO IS SITTING WITH HER THROUGHOUT ALL OF THESE (although on this one Mom looks like she finally realizes her daughters crazy), again at 3:28 she explains to her mother somewhat incredulously that ,"..the men are GIVING D**K AWAY!!...."
Finally in closing, at 5:54 t0 6:15 she discusses our "...N*Ts..." again.
This is the funniest thing since Richard Pryors heyday.
I hope I haven't offended any of you delicate souls!!!!
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April 25, 2007
I'm just sayin'
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April 24, 2007
People suck
Lately things have been happening that just make me want to yell, scream throw things and punch people in the face. I just don't know where else to turn, what else to do, how to stop being upset that people are complete ASSES, or stop caring. Many seem to want me to do exactly that, stop caring. But somehow, I feel that if I work really hard at not caring, I'm part of the problem. A big ol' stinkin' part of the problem. One of the people that make me want to yell, scream, etc., etc.
Here's today's example. Live theatre at its best/worst/best/worst/best....
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Al Sharpton, Part II
I wish I'd seen this earlier. Mo'Kelly clearly has much more time and much more tolorance than I. Here he tells it like it is.
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April 18, 2007
Officially a Princess
This is how bad I am. I just did my daily visit to Life in Style, and today's post is about How to change a flat tire. The intro is about the fact that women are so independent these days, but when it comes to cars, not so much, so here's a guide!
Miss Life in Style suggests we read it, print it and keep a copy in the car.
I am all about empowerment and independence, but when it comes to cars, I'm gleefully ready to play my "role." My husband loves to be the man, and I have to let him sometimes, right? The car is the perfect opportunity. Husband not around? I learned early in life the power of that gold card - no, not that one, the other one - AAA. Love it. Use it.
This makes me a walking contradiction. I'm ok with it.
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Best Email Ever
I should definitely be in bed, but Kat and I needed to watch Idol, and now I'm just crapiling (new word) on the computer while she manages her mailing list. She just got a new sign up, and it said this:
"...that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon. owwww ab him, jab him, tab him, grab him..."
Think it's a fake, she says?
Yeah. I'm thinkin'.
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April 17, 2007
American Idol, whatever episode we're being punished with tonight
Randy is wearing some serious eye shadow
WTF is Sanjaya DOING?
What language is this that Randy speaks.
OMG. Was that Debbie Allen?
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April 16, 2007
I'm so tired
Hell in a handbasket. What is wrong with this world and when will it right itself? When will we right ourselves?
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April 15, 2007
Al Sharpton
Ok. I'm exercising my free speech (I'm watching "Real Time with Bill Maher" and he's taking Al Sharpton to task) and saying that Al Sharpton should sit down and shut up.
Let me officially say he doesn't represent or speak for me.
End.
Ok, not end. I'll also say what I've been saying all week: White people wouldn't even know what nappy even MEANT if we hadn't taught it to them.
Ok. end again.
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Only indian actors from Northwestern
Apparently, only indian actors from Northwestern can play Dr.s on the Sopranos. Last season, Anjali, tonight, Maulik.
Rock on.
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I am your ambassador
Last night, we had a wedding gig at the American Legion hall in St. Libory, IL. It was a couple from Nashville, IL, but the closest location to host 700 people (yes. No typo) is apparently the American Legion Hall in St. Libory.
While we were at an American Legion hall, and there were 700 people in attendance, there was indeed an open bar. Props to hosts. So three-quarters of the way through the evening, when I made my way to the ladies room, the man I ran into was quite drunk. On my way in, he offered his hand, which I took, and after a long pause, he said "I'm really enjoying your voice." I said thank you, and continued on my way. When I came out, he was still standing there, and clearly had something to say.
Now, I could have smiled and kept walking, but instead I stopped, smiled and made it clear that I knew he had something to say and that I was willing to wait for him to figure it our in his clam, drunken state.
"You don't really see people like you around here."
I didn't even pause in my decision to go ahead and by laying it out there confirm that it was an ok conversation to have and if you ask me why I'm not sure I could explain it —
Me: Yeah, I kinda figured I'd be the only black person here.
My New Friend: You're a very pretty...
Me: Black person?
MNF: I mean, yeah. It's just, I'm not used to - I've net met someone like you.
[beat]
MNF: How old are you?
Me: 32
MNF: [drunken silence]
Me: I look younger, right?
MNF: [nod]
Me: I get that a lot. I look 12 apparently.
MNF: Bla - African-Americans(?) [I make a gesture/expression letting him know I'm fine w/ either] always look 20 years younger than they actually are. Anyway, you are very pretty and you have a very beautiful voice.
Me: Thank you [looking to the bandstand to see if our break is over - hoping the break is over. It's not]
MNF: I've thought about dating african-americans before, but I've always thought that, you know, around here, I'd be run out of town. But I'm standing here, enjoying your singing, and now talking to you - you are different. You'd be ok to date.
Me: I think that people assume a lot more differences than there actually are sometimes. My husband is white -
MNF: Oh, you're married.
Me: Yup.
MNF: And he's white? Really?
Me: yup. From a small town in west Texas even
MNF: Wow. That's - wow. This whole time I didn't realize you were married. I've been separated since January and divorced since april. I was married for 21 years.
Me: That's got to be hard
[Now, on my way to St. Libory, I was anticipating that I'd be the only black person in a crowd of 700 people, and for some reason the thought that came to mind was to wonder whether or not they would play "Gold Digger" and if so, which version and if it was the uncensored version, what would I do?
At this moment, I realize that "Gold Digger" is playing. However, the conversation I'm participating in has been and continues to hold my attention to the degree that I have no idea which version is playing.]
MNF: Yeah. I'm just not good at being single. I've been doing that internet dating thing -
Me: I met my husband on eHarmony.com!
MNF: I've been on a few dates, but nothin' yet. A few african-americans have popped up as matches, but none of them are like you.
Me: I'm sure you'll find someone.
MNF: I wish I could find someone like you. You're different than any African-american I've ever met.
Me: Well, I'm used to being the only black person where I am - I grew up in Rosewood Heights, by East Alton.
MNF: Hmm - I've been to Granite City?
Me: North of that.
MNF: Oh.
[beat. Me still looking to see if the break is over]
MNF: You're more light skinned than most african-american's I've seen.
Me: We come in all shades! My great grandfather was white.
MNF: Oh! That explains it.
[Band starts to play]
Me: Oh! I've got to get back on stage.
MNF: Ok. It was nice talking to you.
Me: Stay out there, you'll find someone. And maybe she'll even be black!
MNF: Thanks for the conversation!
End.
Now, let me clarify that while this man was drunk drunk drunk, he was in no way obnoxious loud touchy-feely drunk - just the everything that popped in his head came right out of his mouth drunk. I can't image that he would have said any of this sober. And while some might not be amused in the slightest by the above, I have to say that really, he just seemed sad, lonely, and curious. The alcohol and/or the growing up in an environment completely devoid of diversity brought him to me in a place where he found his questions and comments fair game. And to his credit, even given the previous, he did (to some extent) look to my clues to keep talking. I really just wanted to give him a hug. (But that would have been yet another clue, not one I wanted to give.)
I'm not sure what the moral is here. I'm used to playing the role of accessible black person people feel comfortable asking about all the Great Mysteries of Being Black. Some black people who know me find that hilarious for varying reasons, which is a whole other blog post.
I guess just
a. it was hilarious
b. only in the midwest. and
c. if that guy goes on a date and ends up happily and blissfully married to a black woman because of that conversation, that would be mad awesome
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April 07, 2007
Nacho Bebe
Um, I'm at an event, and there are children, in nacho libre masks, in a mini-ring, wrestling.
Nope.
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April 04, 2007
Cutest. Evah.
It's official. My nephew is the cutest. Ever.
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Moooooo
Last week I received my moo cards.
Let me begin by saying how impressed I am that they were able to purchase the URL moo.com. Kudos.
Thanks to miss Kate Sinclair for peeping me to moo cards a few weeks ago. We're gradually getting up and running with 3rd Row Center and wanted a quick (cheap) way to get some cards done. I took a mixture of photos I already had in archive and some I took expressly for moo card purposes, signed up with Flickr and in an hour had my moos designed and ordered. It truly couldn't be easier.
The only drawback was the shipping delay, since they travel from across the pond (oh, how I miss Allan and Alan and Thom and discussions of those across the pond and their doings). I think I'm officially spoiled by the speedy shipping antics of Crate, PB, BN and Ofoto (which I will NEVER call Kodak Gallery).
Here are the fruits of my labor:
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April 02, 2007
Eagles Fly to the next level
Eagles Fly was featured on the front page of the Everyday section of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch this morning.
Eagles LIVES. Refresh your Eagles love.
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