Barack, for the love of GOD, please check thyself. Washington, DC + handgun ban repeal = OBVIOUSLY BAD IDEA.
'Rack, just last night I'm halfway through Dreams from My Father (which has caused me to fall legitimately and fully in love with you, btw). At the part where you took Ruby to see for colored girls who have considered suicide/ when the rainbow is enuf because she wore the blue contacts and it broke your heart just so? You remember. Anyway, there I was last night, on my bed crying at your sheer manhood, only to catch up on the news today and hear this. Seriously, I've known not to agree with Justice Scalia since ninth grade Civics. Get it together!
At any rate, I need to get back to work and space out to my Marvin station on Pandora. He understands what's really going on. Hear that, B? While you and I are a little Here, My Dear right now, me and Marvin are straight up I Want You.* Jealous?
Can't wait to get back to the City of Chocolate!
* If you don't understand me, you need to get right with Wikipedia, iTunes, and God!
Posted by: Brittany
Story: Yahoo News
Friday, June 27, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Just Quit Now!
For real, Solange, I don't think your career can get any better than this song. It's Motown-tinged fun and perfect for summer, with a Technicolor video and fun wigs to match. "I Decided" is not quite pop crack, but it is solid and not necessarily something B would do.
I'll admit, I was a little miffed when I first saw the video, as it is very similar to the direction I was going to take with my imaginary pop career. However, I decided (ha! joke!) to cut Solange a break; it can be really tough sometimes having a big sister who is good at everything except acting*. Believe me, I've lived it.
*Just kidding, Mofree. Kind of.
Posted by: Brittany, who does not endorse the sentiments expressed in the previous post.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
From The Official Wikipedia Page for 'The Happening.'
This is funny and true! Go look for yourself. The excerpt:
"The Happening is yet another stupid M. Night Shymalan movie based on an idiotic premise where a super-conscious Earth turns on mankind and starts releasing neurotoxins into the air to kill human beings. It is perhaps the third or forth consecutive M. Night Shymalan movie that is pure crap, and yet another reason why this hapless dope should not be allowed to make films anymore."
Photo: 20th Century Fox
-Hannibal
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Butt Nekkid Wednesdays!
Any ladies wanna make it in the music industry? Erykah Badu's got some advice for you!
Bottom line: Do some ho shit.
This lil' nugget of pure genius is part of the upcoming IFC documentary Before the Music Dies. If this clip is any indication, we think the movie will be kind of awesome.
Posted by: Brittany
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Adventures in Homework-Doing
12:54am: Drink coffee self-importantly, start my 2-page art history paper.
1:30am: As I do not typically drink caffeine, I am tweaking after one medium coffee. Though I have only typed "The work of Jean-Michel Basquiat" and my own name, I have never felt more efficient in my life. I take a break and edit my Netflix queue.
1:35am: Reread my paper. My coffee high makes my little half-sentence read like Hemingway. I am amazed at my own sheer brilliance and concise wit. Imagine self winning Pulitzer Prize, which leads me to wonder how long it will take for my hair color to grow out. You know, for the photo in the Times.
1:40am: My hair is brown--> Brown Sugar--> Wonder what happened to D'Angelo, which reminds me of cornrows in general. Space out for an undetermined amount of time.
1:58am: Realize it is almost 2am and that all I have typed is "The work of Jean-Michel Basquiat" and my own name. Consider giving up completely and just going to bed.
1:59am: Remember this is not possible, as I downed 16 oz. of coffee an hour ago. Fuck.
2:09am: After much deliberation, I add "is often considered" to my original 6 words. Relief washes over me at this addition. Real progress. Wrestle with the idea of eating a banana. Realizing that I'd have to get up to do this, I decide strongly against consumption of said banana.
2:24am: Try to start writing. For real.
2:43am: Decide to go to sleep and finish in the morning. This shit is for the birds.
Posted by: Brittany
1:30am: As I do not typically drink caffeine, I am tweaking after one medium coffee. Though I have only typed "The work of Jean-Michel Basquiat" and my own name, I have never felt more efficient in my life. I take a break and edit my Netflix queue.
1:35am: Reread my paper. My coffee high makes my little half-sentence read like Hemingway. I am amazed at my own sheer brilliance and concise wit. Imagine self winning Pulitzer Prize, which leads me to wonder how long it will take for my hair color to grow out. You know, for the photo in the Times.
1:40am: My hair is brown--> Brown Sugar--> Wonder what happened to D'Angelo, which reminds me of cornrows in general. Space out for an undetermined amount of time.
1:58am: Realize it is almost 2am and that all I have typed is "The work of Jean-Michel Basquiat" and my own name. Consider giving up completely and just going to bed.
1:59am: Remember this is not possible, as I downed 16 oz. of coffee an hour ago. Fuck.
2:09am: After much deliberation, I add "is often considered" to my original 6 words. Relief washes over me at this addition. Real progress. Wrestle with the idea of eating a banana. Realizing that I'd have to get up to do this, I decide strongly against consumption of said banana.
2:24am: Try to start writing. For real.
2:43am: Decide to go to sleep and finish in the morning. This shit is for the birds.
Posted by: Brittany
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