Time Keeps On Slippin'
Some funky, funky reggae riddums courtesy of DK & Jack Dangers over at the Dub Lab
In the middle of a cyber cafe where young ones game and scream to their red bull amped up hearts content, a man with a G4 laptop in the shop with a broken logic board sits and contemplates his life.
Jessica Simpson's video is playing on TRL. Rolling Stone magazine called her Housewife of the year.
Oh My God. She just stole a scene directly out of *nsync's Dirty Pop video. I'm so mad about that.
Did I just say that aloud?
Hmmmm.
Better get my grown-man on.
If you haven't been reading my space lately, you probably don't know that I'm really obsessed with Time right now.
I watched Frida with my sister today knowing that the artist died at age 47. The story begins when she is in her early twenties (approximately 21) and quickly I realize that the midpoint of her life happens when she's 23 and a half. The point at which there is more physical time behind her than in front of her.
The presentation of that time that Salma Hayek and Julie Taymor present suggests that she lived most of that time in both great pain and with great passion.
And I'm left wondering if both are necessary to truly make the most of my days.
I'm also wondering if a game called "HO Town" would cause the same shitstorm that ghettopoloy did.
I mean, if the pimps were multicultural and you could be a female pimp and maybe have some male ho's would people be upset?
I'm also wondering if a person could be both "pimp" and "ho" at the same time.
"Bitch, don't make me take off my shoe and beat...uh...myself with it."
Damn, that killed last night when everyone was in a food coma.
Hi, I'm Jason (aka Gunn aka Malcolm) of Negro Please and, apparently, I've lost my way.