We're Losing Ours

I was saddened & totally devestated upon hearing about the sudden death of rap producer Jay Dee (aka J-Dilla) of kidney failure Friday.  You've probably heard some of his work most recently on Common's "Be" album.  One of the baddest MF's behind the boards ever.  You will be missed Dilla.

What got to me most is he was only 32 years old!  32!!  Brothers, we gotta take care of ourselves.  Health is important, go see that doctor, get checked out.  It could be the difference between living till 100 or not living at all.  I'm not just talking either, I just had my physical last week.  I need to change some things, but I know and feel better knowing than not knowing. 

This will probably be my last blog for about a week.  I don't have a laptop, and besides I'll be in Vegas.  If I'm blogging you before Wedensday something is wrong with me.

A tat may also be on order, but I don't have any idea as to what?  I've run my mouth about one for the past  year or so, and still have no clue what to permanently ink onto my person. 

*This is the part where I refrain from telling my place of employment to suck my balls.*







*still refraining*



Ah...fuck it.

Today I Am Sarkstradamus!!!

I called it.  Perfect strike.  Hit for the cycle.  If you don't beleive me I called the Steelers Super Bowl win.  On Friday no less.  I got my crstyal ball swagger going.  Ms. Cleo is my hypewoman, and Deion Warrick is on backgrounds. 

Let's see what we can see.

• Says here I will be voted "World's Most Sexiest Man" in 2015.  Then I will be beaten to death moments after by Shemar Moore, Tyson Beckford & Tyrese. 
• After not winning a grammy for "Late Registration," Kayne will step back into the lab and change the game again.  This time, sampling chipmunks to make them sound like regular people.
• This week, a crackhead will try to sell you something practical.
• Oprah will still be rich tomorrow.
• I however will be borrowing a dollar from you to get home.
• The number you're thinking of is 41.
• Both members of Mobb Deep will be denied access to most rides at Universal Studios.  However, they bypass the gate attendant second time around by mounting on each other's shoulders, with Tony Yayo as the head.
• After running out of candies to name songs after D4L will be telling strippers nationwide to work that Everlasting Gobstopper.

We're Addicted....TO OIL!!!!!

Tryone Biggums: So I've been smoking oil all this time?

No Mr. Biggums, it has been and always will be rocks thou shalt smoketh.  But oh, if it were only crack that the rest of us were addicted to.  No, see we're gone off that Texas Tea, my nig.  Black gold, makes the cars go vroom!  Gee Dub says we're too dependent on the stuff.  If anyone knows about being addicted to things it's our President.  Can we quit cold turkey, or would industry just come to a grinding halt?  Would we find alternate means to transport ourselves to destinations?  What about the Jheri Curl??  DEAR GOD!  WHAT ABOUT THE CURL!!! Millions will suffer from the lack of spongy hair.  Most will *gasp* have to "go natural."  This is no way for people to live Mr. President.

Superbowl is coming up, and I really don't care that much.  Rolling Stones are doing the halftime show.  At their combined age, they have the winning number for powerball.  Ever since the "wardrobe malfunction" of a year ago networks are using a much longer tape delay.  Unless it was Janet Reno showing her titties, rather than Janet Jackson...I don't see the problem.  By the way, if you order the Lingerie Bowl during halftime, I have the "loser" brand waiting.  Can't you just surf for porn on the net like us regular people?

Picking the Steelers to win.  If I'm wrong I can say I never even wrote it.  If you say you saw I will call you a liar, and will hurl D4L CDs at you like ninja stars.

Kayne West as Jesus on the cover of Rolling Stone?  At least they got the black part right.  Christ was a better lyricist though, with about half the ego.

To those reading today's blog.  I apologize for the lack of anything at all insightful or deep.  My kufi's in the cleaners.