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Monday, September 07, 2009

Okay, okay...I've decided enough is enough. I've got to get it together. No more fat pics. I'm tired of taking twenty pictures to get a "good" one and still hating it anyway! I'm doing something about this.

Starting right now.

-Mo


Sunday, September 06, 2009

Okay its been over two years, and I've not posted the goings on in my life. Well now in this age of technology I have a means to update my place on the fly.

I do indeed intend to take advantage of the access right at my fingertips. The quick and dirty is going through a long drawn out divorce from PD. Now he wants to reunite. Had twins...so now the total is FOUR. Wow...yeah...still amazes me! More to follow...

-Mo


Friday, April 06, 2007

For the Love of My People

I struggled a bit with what to title this post. At first I was going to call it “Why I Love the Boondocks” or maybe “Why You Should Go Out and Buy The Boondocks on DVD Tonight”…but that shit was way too long. I settled on the title you see above. I realized even though I have become a HUGE, yes capital letters required here, fan of the show, what has captured my heart really isn’t about the show. It’s about my people.

You see, The Boondocks series is hilarious and revolutionary. It hits me mentally and emotionally in a place that I’ve never even told anyone existed within me. How did Aaron McGruder know? It gives me the same warm and fuzzies I get when I think of my Mama’s cooking. Sometimes with extreme subtlety, it serves up the horror I feel when disappointed by the behavior and inadequacies my own people seem to not only thrive in, but propagate. I am Huey, my husband is Riley, and that’s okay. Huey is hip-hop, Riley is rap music. People seem to forget that hip-hop will always be rap’s older, more mature brother, and it doesn’t make rap any less loved, although sometimes he needs his ass kicked.

Seemingly, The Boondocks comes down hard on those who are not doing their part, but it does so from a place of love, concern for the struggle, and most certainly admiration. Admiration you say? Anyone not seeing the love doesn’t have the intellectual or emotional capacity to realize…the revolution is being televised, and on Adult Swim no less. I do hope you go out and find out what all the talk is about. I won’t bore you with quotes and such. I could never do it justice, but if I bring even one person to the light that is The Boondocks, then maybe I’ll get into Black Heaven.


Tuesday, March 27, 2007

I Want 2 Divorce U

Is it ever appropriate to discuss important relationship matters through text messages? I know that there are things that are easier to say without having to face the person, but really is it ever okay to end something as serious as a marriage without the decency of a face-to-face?

My husband seems to think that text or email is just as a good as an actual conversation. I obviously disagree. Now, mind you...I'm the one considering ending this sham of a relationship, and I'm the one that thinks we should sit down and talk like adults. Could the problem be that he doesn't want to hear the truth in person? Could be it be harder for him than me since he knows its coming anyway? I don't know...I just know that I REFUSE to deliver that sort of message electronically. You can keep sending texts or emails all you you want, but I won't respond.

On another note. I'm so done. He took my cell this morning...to punish me for not wanting to be married to an asshole anymore...or was it because he IS an asshole. Which came first? I don't know, but at any rate I'm getting no, scratch that, I AM tired of this crap from him. Such a fucking idiot. Makes me wanna holla.


Monday, July 03, 2006

There's No Crying in Porn...

Okay, so I'm an avid fan of the show, Family Business. It's a 30 minute reality laughfest about a guy, Adam Glasser...better known as Seymore Butts. He runs an adult entertainment company with his mother...yes thats right, his mother and also his cousin Stevie. So the show basically follows the different cast members around in their daily lives and films what they do just like any other reality show...except since these folks make porn there are alot less clothes involved.

Well in last friday's episode Adam gets dumped by his girlfriend, Myrna, also known as Mari Possa, in the porn world. I did feel for the guy. I have been dumped before and I know how much it sucks. Thankfully cameras were not present to see my heart ripped from my chest, so that part I can't imagine. Well Adam goes to see a therapist to help get over Ms. Possa. He cries in the doc's office. I just wasn't ready to see Seymore Butts crying. I guess that should make him more manly, crying in public and all, but it just doesn't work for me.

I watched a pretty cool movie this weekend. 11:14 is a twisted tale about a car accident that occurs at 11:14 and how each storyline (there are five) unveil the events of that night leading up to the crash. There is more to it, but I don't want to give aways the movie. It is a really intelligent little movie with such notables as Hilary Swank and Patrick Swayze. I read that the part of Buzzy played by Hilary Swank, was actually a male role, but Hilary liked the part so much she convinced writer & director, Greg Marcks to rewrite the role as a woman so that she could play the part. Who would say no to Hilary? I have two more to watch tonight, Transamerica and Rumor Has It.


Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Benidict Are-You-Serious?

I'm feeling like a complete traitor. I can't even believe I'm getting ready to admit this, but...here goes nothing...I kinda want a Mac. I know, I know, but it's those stupid commercials. You know the ones with the two guys, one all laid back and cool (playing the Mac), and the stiff suited-up PC guy who doesn't have a clue. I still like the flexibility of a PC, and I could enver get rid of mine altogether, but also having a Mac would be nice...maybe. Maybe not. Writing it has, well...purged me of the urgency I was feeling in regards to the whole Mac thing. I feel much better now, and I think I'm firmly back to my senses. After all, I would have to give up my additional storage...I couldn't just "pop-in" a new DWD-RW when I wanted...when I faster one came out. I'd be stuck with whatever I buy. No upgrades, etc would really suck. Ah, yes...I'm over that one. Damn those slick Marketing fucks.


Good to the Last Drop...

Recently the news has been rife with reports of coffee's apparent health benefits despite the previously thought notion that the original "flavored water" was detrimental to your overall health. I, for one, celebrate enthusiastically at this welcomed discovery. Mind you that I take these "studies" with a grain of salt...hell a whole bucket of salt considering the wishy-washy back and forth nature of such observational reports.

However I can't help but hope that this one holds up since I have been a coffee drinker since about the age of 3...an everyday multi-cup coffee drinker since the ripe old age of 9 (or so). I still enjoy several cups per day, as do many other drinkers of the addicting warm liquid that gives many of us the only humanity we will cease all day. I say several cups because lets face it...a cup of coffee is not what it used to be. In my home I have traditional "coffee cups" and the standard issue super-sized mugs that most of us drink out of in the morning, and let me tell you a "cup of coffee" is now more like 3 cups of coffee. If I were to try and drink coffee out of my traditional cups I'd be up getting more coffee within about 30 seconds and really pissed off about all the running around. I sit here now with my extra large cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee easily 10 cups of coffee in total. I'm on my second one. I'm not sure what the measure is for a cup of coffee, clearly it wasn't eight ounces being that my little cup at home could never hold that much, but perhaps they have changed it to eight for the purposes of these latest studies. In that case my extra large is only about three and a half cups and I don't feel so bad. Or should I say feel so good? I guess it depends on what study you're reading.