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I know this is obvious, but still.


The Rolling Stones I can almost expect.  I”m sure they were some pretty bad ass dudes at one point, and most likely still are.  But when I hear a Stones song in some jingle here or there, I don’t think much of it.  If I do give it any kind of thought, it’s more along the lines of  ”figures”.  They just seem cheese to me.  Hearing a loved song, or a hint of an artist that I hold dearer and a bit closer to my heart, well… that one some next level of disgust.  What brings this bramble of words out this evening is the new Michael Jackson video game that for now, is only going to be out on Wii.  This is some creepy shit.  The same gory tossed guts feeling hit me not too long ago with the cartoony skinny cheesed out Kurt Cobain, when Guitar Hero cursed his soul.


The Beatles… I mean.  Oh, I let loose that i’m on the Beatles side when it comes to Beatles V Stones.  Well… there is that.  Regardless, this shit is not going to stop, the ball of “it’s alright to no longer be dignified about posthumous rape”.  Seeing Michael hitting all the moves of a morphed Off the Wall Thriller sequence made me want to chuck.  Yeah…. and speaking of Chuck, I saw this clip of Chris Rock from his SNL days, doing this bit about “however many years of Charlie Brown, Franklin has had no lines.. No Lines!  Give him a Jamaican accent or something”  Funny business.  So back to this game that you are good at if you can dance like Michael Jackson, Thrilling?  Get your kids and instrument for crying out loud, and if its the singing and dancing… Families can do that.  I think that was the ways of the days.  I seem to be nowhere near child, family of my own and all that goodness, but if it goes down, I’m thinking of rocking some family singing, and some dancing for sure.  I know what your thinking.  Ok, I don’t.  I have some great dancing moment memories, my Mom and brothers, the house I remember it happening was on Sheridan, on the west side of Champaign, just west of Centennial Field.  Lots of dancing at that house, 2602 I think.  Kenwood Elementary, the start of some good times.  Point?  None, you do what you like… I just happen to have some beef with these video games totally disrespecting the artistic holiness of this shit.  I mean, I know somewhere there is someone in charge if the royalties, and sometimes these people are family, and often they are in the case of much older musical jams, owned by some publishing scammer.  Jackin’ those that didn’t know the full reach of contracts and such.  But whatever, this just taste nasty to the eyes and ears.  In the words of Humpty and Shock G, Dowhatchalike.


Oh, and again with the D Rose ness.. Derrick Rose is killin’ it.  I cannot believe I get to witness this as a current, living in Chicago, person.  Was that sentence structure murder?  I do that.  Peace to Pete Bohmer.


Derrick Rose and the Bulls are a pretty fun team to watch, tons of heart, and Defense…Defense turns to offense, and with D Rose at the point, it’s just sick.  He is the fastest player out there.  Like Dee Brown back in his Illinois prime, crazy fast.


Ok, this is getting into some fucked up jock message board type stuff.. i’m tired.  Bears.

break fast dinner

I like break fast over the word breakfast.  I was in the break fast kind of mood for dinner tonight, and I fell for a dish called pan fried potatoes.  Garlic, Spanish Onions, about 20 halved Cherry Tomatoes from steady producing plants on the back porch, Swish Chard.  Spiced just right, Rooster Sauce, a tiny island of mayo, and ketchup, and boom.  Happy belly.  I have no idea why i’m writing about what I just ate, seems like some kind of nice intro into the moment, my moment of over detail….. No wait, that is just the talking part, i’m not doing that now, and i’m alone, well my dog is looking at me kind of funny.   About to catch some Friday night air, I’m thinking the moons brightness should help the night. Oh wait, the bright moon might mean hectic minds.  Oh wells.

A movie about Queen… Ok, i’m cool with it.  They were actually that big in a sense.  They are the top selling artist of any band from the UK… EVER.  At least I believe what they tell me on the Biography Channel.  Peep the Freddie Mercury episode, dope.  I just met this  young brotha named Cordero that has the tooth work vibe of Freddie Mercury.  That dude was damn dope.  DD!  The last lines of that song Somebody to Love, is that the name of that song even?  But yeah, now i’m thinking of Depeche Modes song Somebody, both are along the same subject matter, duh right?


I was just told by a friend on the travel tip, that I would not be chill where they currently are….. this makes me wonder if I’m uptight or something.  Yeah, I guess I can be… That sucks. Ok, more honest smiles then.

So yeah…. I watch the games.  Sunday, Fall, Bears, all that.  I just got myself a big ass crock pot from a yard sale for $5, still in the box.  I have never had one, talked about getting one for the last two winters at least.  Mom would rock the crock pot, not super often, but man… Carrots and potatoes tasted good as hell cooked with any kind of meat, I liked the roast style meats and all, but I use to really get excited about carrots when the crock was in effect in our home.  So yeah, i’m looking to create my own versions of big deal meals.  Ugh, that shit sounded like some commercial for a fast food joint.  Maybe I got that Don Draper shit?  Kidding, though I like a drink sometimes, and I like women, women,,, Your The Best!  I use to think I was gonna make beats for the ad type world, never got the gear together though, or did I…  Bears for the Chicago love, Buccaneers for the Old School Love, Doug Williams, Rickey Bell, Hugh Green, Leroy Selmon…. and though he wasn’t a Buc, I gotta toss in an image of Chuck Muncie, I had this card, so yeah… that long.





and mad props to the Chuck Muncie, and the rest of the Chargers of that era, strait ballin’.



Halftime 0-0

I like the jersey color of the Netherlands, I like my few Spanish friends.  I view Spain as more of a down as country than the Holland.  But I have never been in Spain, not yet that is.  So I will go with the Netherlands.  For the eel, the smoked fish, bomb ass weed, Van Gogh, Canals, the Zoo, and well, other fuzzy stuffs.  So, time to get off the computer, and peep the second half, the Life and Times at West Fest.

van gogh Go Clockwork Orange!

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