G20 "GET MONEY" SUMMIT

"GIVE ME CONTROL OF A NATION'S MONEY SUPPLY, AND I CARE NOT WHO MAKES ITS LAWS"

Oh G-Money definitely knows sumthin'! I've been on the low as of lately just tryna sit back and examine this whole financial crisis and make sense of it all. Seriously, I can't even begin to see through the bullshit because it's that thick. Everyday the media feeds us bad news on top of shitty news and while I love the current protests going on in London and around the world, it really doesn't matter. What's really good behind the closed doors where the Group of Twenty Finance Ministers and Central Bank Governors meet? Are people truly convinced that these talks in some way will benefit their state of well-being? I have no answers just hundreds of questions. Aside from Slumdog Millionaire, Zeitgeist is probably the best thing that I had the pleasure of viewing this past year. Follow the drip and your mouth will remain :0

Noooo RESERVATIONS...

If this is any indication of my '09, then let the good times roll. I am farfarfar from starstruck but when I walked into the Renaissance Hotel today and ran into my beloved Tony I almost flipped out! But I promised myself that I'd save the ugly tears for MJB. "Anthony Bourdain!" I screamed. He was equally happy to see me I'm sure. Had I blown his cover? Me run into AnthonyBourdain (6.25) mid afternoon in Bmore City, who knew? Yep, he's in my town in search of that good lake trout. I found it quite ironic that today marks the new season of No Reservations. I'll take a side of his witty sarcasm any day, oh and how rightfully oh-so cocky. And unlike Andrew Zimmern {was I the only one who thought it was Zimmerman} who'll eat your dog's balls if stewed and braised in a good sauce, my boy Tony tells the truth when it comes to awesome food. Tough tittie he already has someone escorting him around the infamous Lexington Market but will he get a chance to try that perfect chickenbox with salt, pepper xtra ketchup? Next time Anthony, next time...

TO EAT OR NOT TO EAT...

I came across this clip by mistake, which happens to be one of my favorite Chris Rock jokes. I always wondered if it was real and well here it is. One of the questions us girls always discuss when it comes to the lockdown is how long before a man goes to the other side to satisfy his desires. The consensus is usually 2.5 average. ?Que piensas?

COULD PALIN BE ANY PLAINer?

Okay, this shit pissed me off when I hit up bbc this am.
Message: If the DNC can choose a black nigger that the world just recently became familiar with, we can pick a Plain, schume Palin from a state that nobody ever discusses, like NEVER!

The last time I paid any attention to Alaska was an episode on Nat Geo, oh and Insomnia w. AlPacino. But that came out in 2001, rt? I mean, come on. For real for real, are they 'seer? Known for its breathtaking seas of green, wildlife and small population (approx. 650k), this chickie's life hardly mirrors mine. But back to the message. Maybe I'm going too far with the subliminal but all I've heard are the comparisons to Obama as if they are preppin' her to eventually take on the task of Commander-In-Chief {they know sumthin' we don't}? I mean for real, this isn't an episode of 24, this shit is s'pose to be real life. Or is it? The line seems paper thin.

Her previous political experience consisted of terms as Wasilla's (a lil' town of 6,500) mayor and councilwoman and a stint as head of the Alaska Oil and Gas Conservation Commission
Admits smoking marijuana in her youth in Alaska when it was legal there but not liking it {hmm, bye!}
Husband works in Alaskan oil field for BP. Hello, is anybody listening?
Refused abortion after learning son would have downs while she was pregnant {okay, walks the talk when it comes to pro-choice, but I'm sure if we dug deeper we could find the backyard alley in Baghdad where she received an AB}
Lifelong NRA member {I can sooo respect that}
Hunted moose w.Daddy before school {loses vote w.Peta members}
In response to the energy crisis, Palin offered to give Alaskans a $100 a month, energy debit card {1/2 a cool point for effort}
But... let's keep that shit funky, behind that sinister smile and those librarian frames lurks an evil we can't even imagine. And any woman who will take it upon herself to choose for the entire pussy population needs to go "satdown!" {That's right, say it together, satdown}

COUNTDOWN TO BRYANT PARK!

Was I the only one who had a hard time deciding!?! For real for real, I need them to give credit where credit is due. India Arie smashed those bitches w.this challenge, hands down. Seat belts, yo! The finale can't come quick enough. This should've been the first immunity tie in PR history.

MAKE IT WORK

My Final4

Growing up before I knew cable, I had Miss America, Miss USA and all of that other pageantry bullshit. I used to predict the winners @ the beginning based on looks and personality and wait it out to see if I would come close. It's the same w.PR {I told you this joint is one of my many obsessions}. Although I like to ride it out 'til the end, the 1st episode is usually all I need to determine who's in or out!

AUF WEDERSEN!

Let the countdown begin! My favorite reality show ever returns {quicker than I anticipated} although I wanted to cut them off after...

And again when...

Bravo showed they ass when they dropped this joint, but wtf is up wit' Shear Genius {she gags} and the fake ass hairstylists. I mean, don't the producers know the best come from Bmore. Shit they could've even pulled my girl Marisa from Split Ends or that tatted dude Sandy wit' the bone in his nose. But enough of the fraudulent. Set your reminders, I know where I'll be come next Weds.

SMUDGED INK FROM THE PERIODICAL CAPSULE

I have this sick addiction to magazines. Thousands of them sit tucked away in boxes and plastic tubs waiting to be chronicled in this huge periodical room that I've envisioned for myself. As I get younger I accumulate more bullshit, wondering what wiseguy will come along and create the magazine connoisseurs version of youtube. Usually if I'm buying a mag it's for the cover. Today I came across Fashion Rocks Magazine w. J-Lo on the cover and wondered why I was holding on. In this case I had lifted it from the nail salon strictly for the feature on one of my favorite hip-hop couples and their promise to reveal themselves through reality tv. You see, magazines are little treasures because words are valuable and I love to look back on history, kind of how a DJ collects vinyl. Well, Mr. & Mrs. Jones it's been a year and I'm still waiting.

IF I WERE KING

When Jodeci's Forever My Lady dropped I fell into an obsessed, mad lovesickness. That was probably the only group that I ever plastered on every inch of my bedroom walls, saving a few spots for MJB. Their sound drowned out any ugliness and amplified their sexiness. I also fell for the man behind the group, thus began my relationship with Puffy. I compare it to Clarence Worley's infatuation with Elvis in the classic flic, True Romance. You know how he sometimes hears Elvis in his mind pumpin' him up when shit has gone awry or cheering him on when he's @ the top of his game. When I'm doing my thang and on my A-game, it's Diddy in my ear shouting all kinds of euphoric applause as if I just created his next multi-platinum hit. When shit hits the fan his voice becomes low, disappointing, the kind reserved for a big brother. Sorry, but that's the closest analogy I can come up with to help you understand our relationship. He's the one artist who can do no wrong, who like a big brother will always be given a second chance. After the airing of mtv's If I Were King, I was thankful for reality tv and a another glimpse into the many sides of Sean Combs (11.04). My favorite scene is his request for a runway filled with Black Jesus'. If you haven't seen it follow the drip (click the blog title) and watch him take that, take that extra slice of his amerikkkan pie.