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Author: bfnh

  • accountant handle my money, but i double check.

    i was going to name this entry “try to speak my name out loud and mispronounce me.” but i thought it was a bit long and not so gaga on the google. extracted lyrics as post titles may not be the hottest thing on the toobs anymore, but it is most certainly one of my leading impetuses (sp? ((i was a bit unsure so googled and got interesting results. i, obviously, decided to go’ w/-tuses over just plain -tus))) to create posts, even if it’s just posts about songs.

    [audio:camronfdutchspade-whereimfrom.mp3]

    something fantastic has happened since i got the ability to install winamp ((and subsequently, the new winamp)) on the work comp. combined w/the fact that my current not-at-work connection to the intarweb is on some ’99-digital-divide-no-high-speed-cable-connection-for-you-darkies shit & my work status is on some first-90-days-don’t-be-a-dickhead shit i haven’t downloaded an album in weeks. so, instead of listening to albums, i’ve been shuffling up my singles folder & winamp has been on some black&white-videos-w/bikes-and-actual-black-girls shit.

    because of that, songs i haven’t heard in years have started to shuffle up leading to incredible workday diversity. my singles folder has everything from the first file i ever downloaded (kwame’s the rhythm ((the reason i downloaded napster in the first place))) to the most recent – rosco’s tuba rockin’ box of bullets, but it seems as though i kept hearing the same ol’ songs shuffled up at the last job. maybe the new winamp

    [audio:kwame-therhythm.mp3]

    in other audio occurrences, i have to admit i was wrong about jay’s blue magic. after riding around town and hearing it play during my commute, the beat definitely has more knock then desktop headsets can convey. the hook, though, remains patent leather kicks.

  • A Fiasco Called Lupe

    fiascogate, the fiasco fiasco or whatever you want to call it. the best possible name to sum up the situation where lupe (who is so obviously influenced by the d.a.i.s.y. age) garbles the lyrics to a tribe classic is a fiasco called lupe. slang.editorial.

  • just foolin’.

    there’s a lady over in [the section to the left] directly in front of men’s bathroom #1 ((the preferred dumping grounds)), that has, what appears to be, a “homemade” gerald levert calendar. because i pass by it at least twice a day, i’ve come accustomed to seeing him as i enter and leave my secret chamber. i’m not sure if this calendar was created w/physical cut & paste using scissors & elmer’s glue or microsoft publisher, but, the very.plain.picture on top of a very.white.background has a certain, “one of a kind” quality that speaks to a handmade exclusivity that mass production professionals can not match.

    seeing him, sometimes 3 to 4 times a day ((coupled w/the initial slow startup of any new job)) has given me a lot of thought about the type of person that would create-or-purchase and then choose to display such an interesting ((searching for better word)) cube artifact. although i can’t say much about her, i can say that i couldn’t imagine being that much of a fan of an individual that i would have a calendar to remind me of them each day. especially in an office environment where most of us use outlook & some other form of personal calendar like googleCalendar, iCal or our cellphone. the physical calendar, w/out any visible notations serves absolutely no date-based purpose.

    it’s only the second of the month, but, she’s still got her calendar set to september. this leaves us with a very interesting question about whether the entire calendar is GL, GL headshots, a collection of fallen heroes of R&B or maybe some other inexplainable portrait.squares on rectangles compilation.

    i thought i might have been too harsh in my thoughts towards this nameless lady, and that outside of it’s date functions, this calendar, featuring a square borderless headshot and completely lacking w/any awareness raising colored ribbons still might be to help inform people of whatever ailment took the L in LSG away at such an early age. so, yesterday, after my fifth or six trip past her desk, i decided to take a look on our dear friend, the intarweb, to find out a bit more about Mr. Too Damn Good. unfortunately, according to wikipedia, it was a combination of prescription drugs coupled w/pneumonia (read: Thursday at Winehouse’s) that was responsible for Gerald’s premature passing. not your typical sell-a-commemorative keepsake cause, but, still she could have the calendar posted to inform us of the need for better healthcare & an overall healthier lifestyle. which, of course, got me to wondering what Barry’s position is on the subject.

    unfortunately, after yet another trip to “the drop zone,” i’ve realized that she must be on vacation, so it’ll take a week or so to get some answers to such pressing questions as what will October bring as the calendar turns…

  • homecoming.

    Philadelphia Eagles Plane

    “i’m coming home again.

    do you think about me now and then?
    do you think about me now and the en enn…

    cause i’m coming home again.

    cuh ming home uh gen.”

    [audio:kanyewest-homecoming.mp3]

    this dude had a ton of photos, but, a fairly disgusting watermark, as well.

  • down with the king.

    so, i originally intended for this to go up before Trips’ return against The Booker Man at SummerSlam. I knew Booker was being fed to the Lion and thought it disgusting. but, alas, timeliness and the great slack kept me from publishing on time. now, it looks like King Bookah has left the E and i am even more pissed.

    the king is dead.

    King Booker.

    long live the king?

    Conan? Highlander? Thor?

    down with the king.

  • Tired of Being Badgered

    although this set of commercials isn’t as badgersome as the legendary badgerbadgerbadger and seem to be completely missing A SNAKE!, it’s still pretty entertaining.