:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 3.25.2003 ::

I don't know about you, but this is starting to confuse me a bit. It is like being single for years, then suddenly dating a nympho... and they say chaffing is the least of my worries.

Because more and more movies are juxtaposing rap with things that (used to be) are thought of as traditional white, male, protestant activities (ie politics, being a successful businessman), does that mean that rap is becoming more or less accepted by the traditional, white, protestant males? Does this mean that punk must be on the horizon of popular movies now? Can't wait for the Wendy O Williams version of "Burning" Down the House with Steve Martin.

I'm watching the A's bat-around for the second straight inning against my adopted Mariners. The score is 17 to 1 in the 4th. Apparently, the Mariners have traded their entire staff for a pitching machine.

I had a big diatribe all thought out about the Oscars and the war going on and the blatant self-gratification by the Academy, but...
1. Then I heard about Michael Moore and what he said, even though I don't know exactly what it was, I hear it was "clever"
2. Everyone who reads this is a friend of mine, and most of them were gathered in a single location for the purpose of watching said awards, so I hate to burn those bridges, and
3. I'm watching March Madness and Spring Training baseball, so who am I to judge.

Y'all have a rockin'est good day. Peace.

"Beware the opulence inherent in confusion, when reality's obscured by clouds of disillusion. We plummet to the earth like scores of fallen angels; play out our tragedies on broken, weathered stages..."
:: Freddy F. at 11:28 PM [+] ::