Oops...she blew it again.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Monday, September 3, 2007
Britney Spears is making a comeback!
Okay, so it's probably not her best song, but it's a start! That's right, Britney Spears' new single 'Gimme More' has been leaked onto the net, and it's the start of a long-awaited comeback. I'm not particularly a huge fan of Ms. Spears, but I think that we all want her bald barefooted days to come to an end. It's an upbeat song, and has a completely fresh sound to it. She's currently working with some top notch producers, and an album is supposedly to be released later this fall. You can listen to it here, courtesy of popbytes.com. The song starts out, "It's Britney, bitch." That's for sure.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Pets!
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
WHAP
So if you can believe it or not, for me and a bunch of other individuals, school started on August 20th. I'm taking a course called AP World History, or as an anagram, WHAP. Anyways, here is a video from day one of summer academy. Its really nonsensical, and you probably won't find it as funny as other videos, but it might be worth a watch.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
A breath of fresh programming
Okay, so TV really hasn't been quite as enjoyable ever since the Sopranos left our homes for good. However, I have been watching one show that does compare in its levels of creativity and the ease of attachment to the characters. Showtime's Weeds is now in its third season, and it's getting to be better than ever. The basic plot line is a mother played in excellent taste by Mary Louise Parker, living in an exclusive gated Californian community, loses her husband. In order to maintain bills, she takes up dealing pot and befriends a whole network of friends through the dealing counterculture. Comedy ensues, I imagine. I'm not going to go into a whole synopsis, but I just think that if everyone that has access to Showtime would tur
n their TV on at 9pm next Monday and watch this show, they would immediately fall head over heels for it. If you don't have Showtime, no problem, you can watch episodes off the official website or even better you can rent seasons one and two from your local movie rental joint, roll a blunt, and wa tch episode after episode all day long. I definitely think that we deserve a show as good as this, and that it may be the next breakthrough cult phenomenon to grace the airwaves.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Redbird
While at a young authors retreat this week, I wrote the following short story, among other things.
Blind Date
Noah Ford
Tom slipped the key in the brass lock on the oak door of his suburban townhome. Once entering his abode he proceeded to kick off his jet black loafers, hang up the keys to his several year old Toyota, and leave the mail on his hallway table. Using the marvels of modern networking and with use of his PC, Tom arranged himself a date at a local pub and restaurant. Tom continued to kitchen, threw his sports jacket over one of the dinette chairs and loosened his tie. He walked back to his bedroom with an attached master bathroom and began to prepare himself for the events ahead. He allowed his imagination to run wild. What would this mystery woman, Diane, be like in the flesh? Were her profile pictures giving her beauty justice? He would know in less than two hours time.
After showering, with a towel strategically wrapped around his torso, Tom stood in front of the medicine cabinet and examined himself. Tom wasn’t one to be noticed in particular by the ladies. He had some extra baggage, weighing in just over 195 pounds on a 5’10’’ frame. Looking into the mirror, first deeply into his dark chocolate brown eyes, Tom ran his fingers through the musty blonde hair atop his head, which he noticed was beginning to bald. He wore no facial hair and immediately started addressing his 5’ o clock shadow. Careful not to miss a lone whisker, each stroke was as precise and careful as the next, like he was shaving the face of a newborn baby. After towel drying his face, Tom grabbed a miniscule pair of scissors that allowed him to trim the hairs protruding from his proportionately sized nose.
Once completing the grooming ritual in its whole, Tom had to pick the appropriate attire for his perfect date. After a time consuming deliberation, he was able to pick out a pair of jeans, a neutrally striped button up shirt, and a brown leather pair of shoes. He was ready. Tom was going to hunt down romance until it was his to keep. Tom grabbed his car keys off the wall, shut off the lights and slipped his key into the brass lock just as he had several hours prior. He left his townhouse with an intended final destination of love.
After finding a parking spot at the moderately priced restaurant, he ventured to the door. Walking into the party atmosphere, the aroma of two star entrees and cigarette smoke immediately filled his lungs. He wound through wait staff and made his way to the bar. He recognized Diane, as did she recognize him. She abandoned her place at the bar and began to approach Tom. Time slowed down, and each step she took sounded like a large crash of thunder from the worst storm imaginable. A drop of sweat fell down Tom’s forehead.
“Hey there,” she started. “Are you Tom?” He wasn’t ready.
“No,” he replied. Most prominently wearing all insecurities on his sleeve, and quite anxiety ridden, Tom left the bar.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
50 Cent sues for Advertisment, Emotional Distress
So get this. 50 Cent, aka Curtis Jackson is suing an advertisement company for their game titled "Shoot the Rapper" You know those fun little games at the top of MySpace where their pathetically easy to win and you never win the prize without going through a ton of bullshit? Well he's citing that by this company making money off of his image, he's gone through emotional distress due to his prior near death experience (he got shot 9 times, for everyone that's been living under a rock since 2000) So, I agree with him, no one should be using his image, animated or not, to make money off of, especially under the violent circumstances. But wait a minute? 50 Cent raps, "I scream fuck the cops, ride around with my glock / Test my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck that box," in his song 'Fully Loaded Clip' off his recently new album 'Curtis'. Is that his testimony for court? Sounds like 50s got a double standard to me. And it probably is safe to say it isn't the first time rappers have used double standards. So he's very emotional about his victimization through gun violence, but yet he is rapping to teens about rebelling against law enforcement and 'testing' out his semi-automatic weapon on his 'bitch'? That doesn't really seem to make sense to me, but I guess a judge will have to make the call on that.
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