If you didn't know, rapper(?) Lil B plans to name his next album 'I'm Gay'. Judging by DMX's priceless reaction, he had not heard about this, either.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Fabolous' Response
Here's Fab's response to the Ray J incident & interview. It gets really funny around the 8 min mark. Hahaha @ lil red riding hood. And DJ Clue is a cornball. That is all.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Ray J vs. Fabolous
So here's the story as I understand it...
To lead up to the Floyd Mayweather/Victor Ortiz fight last Saturday, HBO did their usual program '24/7' chronicling both fighters' preparation for the big event. On one of the episodes, R&B singer Ray J, a member of Mayweather's Money Team, was playing the piano singing his hit single 'One Wish'. Rapper Fabolous made some comments about this scene on Twitter. Nothing crazy but it was clear he found some amusement in this scene.
Fast forward to this past weekend. Ray J & Fab end up in the same party at the Palms Hotel in Las Vegas. Some words are exchanged & a brawl ensues. What happened after that seems to be a bit hazy. The always reliable source Media Takeout reported that Ray J was the one who got sonned. However, Ray J called up Power 105 in NYC this morning & claimed he got the best of it.
Below is the convo Ray J had w/ the Breakfast Club (Charlamagne, DJ Envy & Angela Yi). To call this a classic would not be doing it justice. This is PHENOMINAL. Sure, it's a lil ignorant but I'll be damned if it's not entertaining.
Wihtout further or due, for your listening pleasure...
To lead up to the Floyd Mayweather/Victor Ortiz fight last Saturday, HBO did their usual program '24/7' chronicling both fighters' preparation for the big event. On one of the episodes, R&B singer Ray J, a member of Mayweather's Money Team, was playing the piano singing his hit single 'One Wish'. Rapper Fabolous made some comments about this scene on Twitter. Nothing crazy but it was clear he found some amusement in this scene.
Fast forward to this past weekend. Ray J & Fab end up in the same party at the Palms Hotel in Las Vegas. Some words are exchanged & a brawl ensues. What happened after that seems to be a bit hazy. The always reliable source Media Takeout reported that Ray J was the one who got sonned. However, Ray J called up Power 105 in NYC this morning & claimed he got the best of it.
Below is the convo Ray J had w/ the Breakfast Club (Charlamagne, DJ Envy & Angela Yi). To call this a classic would not be doing it justice. This is PHENOMINAL. Sure, it's a lil ignorant but I'll be damned if it's not entertaining.
Wihtout further or due, for your listening pleasure...
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Mookie
One year ago, I woke up with an impulse. This was a rare feeling for me because I'm a pretty conservative dude who, up 'til recently, had lived my life pretty conventionally. I was known for making rational decisions after thoroughly examining all possible outcomes & then choosing the one I felt was most beneficial to me. However, on this special day, I wanted to live dangerously. Ok, maybe dangerously isn't the right word, but I wanted to do something life-changing. I wanted to own my first pet.
I had been deprived of a pet my whole life. Like, wtf mom... you couldn't even get me a fuckin' fish?! That's just bad parenting. (I'm kidding, my mom is amazing) There was a void in my life that needed to be filled, preferably by a furry creature. Those close to me know I had been tossing around the idea of getting a hamster for a few months. One of my best friends had owned one & I thought they would be the ideal pet. Small, low maintenance, inexpensive. All great qualities that fit it in w/ my superstar lifestyle. I could be out late in the club popping bottles of champagne w/ Diddy & not have to rush home because I had to walk my pet outside so he can take a monster shit. Perfect!
On September 18, 2010, my pet virginity was viciously taken away from me. I gathered up two of my homegirls and we visited a few local pet shops on the hunt for the most adorable hamster. You might think this would've been an easy process but it was anything but that. We had gone to three stores & I had yet to build a connection w/ any of their hamsters. With one more local option left, Petland Discounts, the situation was looking bleak.
We arrived at Petland and headed straight for the hamster section. Their variety was jaw-dropping. Tons of baby hamsters spilt up between three cages, all sleeping (hamsters are nocturnal). Well, all except one. One of the hamsters was running around with what appeared to be a piece of bacon in this mouth. Hold up... I think we're onto something. He looked at me. I looked at him. It has been love ever since.
The rest is history. I purchased him & all the essentials (cage, bedding, water bottle, food, casa, wheel) & soon enough, he was part of the fam. I wanted to give him a name that had meaning. It was only natural that I referenced my deep love for the Mets & named him after my all-time favorite player, Mookie Wilson. The legacy of Mookie was born.
My first year as a pet owner has been incredible. It has given me a heightened sense of responsibility, an increased amount of patience, but most of all, a stronger understanding of love. Turns out that ever since I've had Mookie, my life has changed drasitically, most notably in the ladies department. I've gotten way more attention from the female demographic. Coincidence? I think not! Although it would be nice if he wouldn't be going ham on his squeaky ass wheel while I'm trying to make love. Not cool, lil dude. Even with that said, he is easily the best $5 I've ever spent.
Happy birthday Mookie <3
I had been deprived of a pet my whole life. Like, wtf mom... you couldn't even get me a fuckin' fish?! That's just bad parenting. (I'm kidding, my mom is amazing) There was a void in my life that needed to be filled, preferably by a furry creature. Those close to me know I had been tossing around the idea of getting a hamster for a few months. One of my best friends had owned one & I thought they would be the ideal pet. Small, low maintenance, inexpensive. All great qualities that fit it in w/ my superstar lifestyle. I could be out late in the club popping bottles of champagne w/ Diddy & not have to rush home because I had to walk my pet outside so he can take a monster shit. Perfect!
On September 18, 2010, my pet virginity was viciously taken away from me. I gathered up two of my homegirls and we visited a few local pet shops on the hunt for the most adorable hamster. You might think this would've been an easy process but it was anything but that. We had gone to three stores & I had yet to build a connection w/ any of their hamsters. With one more local option left, Petland Discounts, the situation was looking bleak.
We arrived at Petland and headed straight for the hamster section. Their variety was jaw-dropping. Tons of baby hamsters spilt up between three cages, all sleeping (hamsters are nocturnal). Well, all except one. One of the hamsters was running around with what appeared to be a piece of bacon in this mouth. Hold up... I think we're onto something. He looked at me. I looked at him. It has been love ever since.
The rest is history. I purchased him & all the essentials (cage, bedding, water bottle, food, casa, wheel) & soon enough, he was part of the fam. I wanted to give him a name that had meaning. It was only natural that I referenced my deep love for the Mets & named him after my all-time favorite player, Mookie Wilson. The legacy of Mookie was born.
My first year as a pet owner has been incredible. It has given me a heightened sense of responsibility, an increased amount of patience, but most of all, a stronger understanding of love. Turns out that ever since I've had Mookie, my life has changed drasitically, most notably in the ladies department. I've gotten way more attention from the female demographic. Coincidence? I think not! Although it would be nice if he wouldn't be going ham on his squeaky ass wheel while I'm trying to make love. Not cool, lil dude. Even with that said, he is easily the best $5 I've ever spent.
Happy birthday Mookie <3
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Maurica Rodriguez 'DAS IT!' (Music Video)
On my fourth view & I have tears in my eyes. Sadly, this is better than 90% of songs out now
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Celeste Victoria
I created this blog to post the most ridiculous stuff I could find for your entertainment. With all the stress & negativity that goes on in the world today, I figured it would be a good idea to have a site where people could go to laugh. Forgive me if you're expecting something light but I wanted to share a story with you, being that today is the 10th anniversary of 9/11.
I've had my own TV show for over 16 years now. I started in 1995, in a format that consisted of my three friends from high school & I acting like complete fools on camera without too much direction or artistic value. You may argue that the show has the exact same format today, only with just one jackass on screen (if you guessed it was me, you would be correct). That would be a fair point. However, at that time, I thought it would be a good idea to polish up the show some, creating a cleaner product.
In 1997, I went to MNN, the TV station the show was on, and inquired about learning how to edit using their equipment. The lady in the department, Celeste, signed me up for a training session. She told me to be patient as there would be other people in the class who might be older & were probably not as sharp as me. Beyond being pleasant, apparently Celeste was also observant (and accurate). But enough about me. *blush*
When the day came for me to get my edit on, I noticed nobody else had shown up. Celeste tells me that it's just me & her. What was supposed to be a two-hour class, she was confident she could teach me in half that. And good God, she did. In 60 minutes, I transformed from teenage dweeb to teenage dweeb who could edit his ass off. I was ready to take the show to the next level.
I chose to edit my weekly show on Friday nights, mainly because I had school during the day and nothing else better to do once the week was up. Celeste was always there, helping me out if I had any questions and giving me pointers as well. I'll never forget how much faith she had in me that I would be successful. I enjoyed Celeste's company so much that after I was done editing, I would stay with her until her shift ended. After a while, I no longer considered Celeste just a teacher. I considered her my friend.
I believe I was in college, upstate in Syracuse, when I got word that Celeste was leaving MNN and moving on to bigger & better things. This was bittersweet for me, as I was excited that she was blessed with a new opportunity but heartbroken that she would not be there to guide me as she had in the past. Being that I was away, I wasn't exactly sure on what she was going to be doing or where she would be going. I just know when I came back to NYC to edit my show, she wasn't there.
Fast forward a few years later. I was still recovering from Aaliyah's death (my all-time favorite R&B singer & childhood crush) when 9/11 happened. Like everyone, especially those who were New Yorkers, I was devastated. It seemed like everyone had known someone who was affected by this tragedy. I was going through my mental rolodex. Nope, I don't think I knew anyone that passed away in those towers. I guess I was one of the few lucky ones.
About a week & a half later, my mom calls me in my dorm. She was ready to watch my show when MNN posted something right before saying that one of their former employees was missing & they were last seen in the World Trade Center. "Celeste... that's the lady you know, right?" Oh no. It couldn't be. My heart sank. I thought about how supportive she had been toward my dreams. I thought about how willing she was to help me if I needed anything. I thought about her daughter who I had gotten close to & how she was feeling. From that moment forward, I never looked at 9/11 the same way.
10 years later, my emotions toward 9/11 are still a mess. Anger, confusion, betrayal, pain. It's probably one of those things I will never completely get over. Continuing my show 10 years after Celeste passed is my way of honoring her, keeping her legacy alive. Who knows how motivated I might have been to do the show if she hadn't been so encouraging. She will always be one of the reasons the show was successful & for that, she will always be in my heart.
R.I.P. Celeste Victoria
& everyone else we lost on 9/11
I've had my own TV show for over 16 years now. I started in 1995, in a format that consisted of my three friends from high school & I acting like complete fools on camera without too much direction or artistic value. You may argue that the show has the exact same format today, only with just one jackass on screen (if you guessed it was me, you would be correct). That would be a fair point. However, at that time, I thought it would be a good idea to polish up the show some, creating a cleaner product.
In 1997, I went to MNN, the TV station the show was on, and inquired about learning how to edit using their equipment. The lady in the department, Celeste, signed me up for a training session. She told me to be patient as there would be other people in the class who might be older & were probably not as sharp as me. Beyond being pleasant, apparently Celeste was also observant (and accurate). But enough about me. *blush*
When the day came for me to get my edit on, I noticed nobody else had shown up. Celeste tells me that it's just me & her. What was supposed to be a two-hour class, she was confident she could teach me in half that. And good God, she did. In 60 minutes, I transformed from teenage dweeb to teenage dweeb who could edit his ass off. I was ready to take the show to the next level.
I chose to edit my weekly show on Friday nights, mainly because I had school during the day and nothing else better to do once the week was up. Celeste was always there, helping me out if I had any questions and giving me pointers as well. I'll never forget how much faith she had in me that I would be successful. I enjoyed Celeste's company so much that after I was done editing, I would stay with her until her shift ended. After a while, I no longer considered Celeste just a teacher. I considered her my friend.
I believe I was in college, upstate in Syracuse, when I got word that Celeste was leaving MNN and moving on to bigger & better things. This was bittersweet for me, as I was excited that she was blessed with a new opportunity but heartbroken that she would not be there to guide me as she had in the past. Being that I was away, I wasn't exactly sure on what she was going to be doing or where she would be going. I just know when I came back to NYC to edit my show, she wasn't there.
Fast forward a few years later. I was still recovering from Aaliyah's death (my all-time favorite R&B singer & childhood crush) when 9/11 happened. Like everyone, especially those who were New Yorkers, I was devastated. It seemed like everyone had known someone who was affected by this tragedy. I was going through my mental rolodex. Nope, I don't think I knew anyone that passed away in those towers. I guess I was one of the few lucky ones.
About a week & a half later, my mom calls me in my dorm. She was ready to watch my show when MNN posted something right before saying that one of their former employees was missing & they were last seen in the World Trade Center. "Celeste... that's the lady you know, right?" Oh no. It couldn't be. My heart sank. I thought about how supportive she had been toward my dreams. I thought about how willing she was to help me if I needed anything. I thought about her daughter who I had gotten close to & how she was feeling. From that moment forward, I never looked at 9/11 the same way.
10 years later, my emotions toward 9/11 are still a mess. Anger, confusion, betrayal, pain. It's probably one of those things I will never completely get over. Continuing my show 10 years after Celeste passed is my way of honoring her, keeping her legacy alive. Who knows how motivated I might have been to do the show if she hadn't been so encouraging. She will always be one of the reasons the show was successful & for that, she will always be in my heart.
R.I.P. Celeste Victoria
& everyone else we lost on 9/11
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