Have you noticed...

...that when Bushie says the word "Mexicans" he nearly spits? Seriously, watch. If I'm not mistaken he got some mixie-pixie brown relatives that probably have some history with hightailing it across the border so he needs to slow his roll. He's like offensively venomous.

For real, the man is just nasty when speaking of how he wants to but bear traps up and down the U.S. and Mexican boarder to keep "them" out. He's like "Mexicans this"--spit--"Mexicans that"--spit, spit. Dude, your ancestors straight up stole Texas from these folks, let em in to pick your produce and be the backbone of the working force. Damn.

Moral of the story brother is a hater. All I got to say is I love Mexicans. Have you seen Gael Garcia Bernal? Um, yeah. Mexican. And you want to know who my new silver fox crush is? Univision anchor Jorge Ramos. Where he from? Yeah, yer heard, Mexico.

Yeah...muy purr.

Seriously, I need to learn Spanish.

http://jorgeramos.com/

Um, yeah, this puts a damper on the holidays

I'm not even going to try and be funny about this...except to say, this makes teen sex seem not so bad.

Proceed.

http://www.cnn.com/2005/HEALTH/conditions/11/28/kiss.death.ap/index.html

Testy, testy...

I have to give it to old Saddam, he really doesn't give an eff does he? Seriously, he comes into court...6 minutes late...and then rails into the judge about how the elevator was out and he had to walk up flights of stairs (I feel that, having to huff it up the subway gets me winded everyday) and how the handcuffs are just not a good look for him, not a good look at all. Then he tells this poor, poor man that he needs to talk to someone about making him more comfy...oh and he wants his pens and paper back because he needs to doodle when things get a little boring during this pesky trial.

Oh well, I guess when you are a deposed dictator you need to throw your weight around to let em all know who's really boss.

Must be nice, must be real nice.

http://www.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/meast/11/28/saddam.hussein.trial/index.html

I hate to admit it...

...but Natalie Portman looks really good with her "I'm growing my hair back after showing the world how I have no vanity for my role in V for Vendetta" look. First she bagged Gael Garcia Bernal and now we know she can rock the chemo look like a champ. Seriously, the trick has a degree from Harvard and is precious. Hell, give me a good makeup artist and light me from the back and it shall be on...and even though NYU is not an Ivy they charged like one, so that should count, right? Whatever...check it.

http://www.egotastic.com/image?path=0511/natalie-portman-in-style-nov-2005.jpg

Chris Whitley, R.I.P.

Um, wow. I know I have been slacking on this here blog, and I hate to come back with bad news, but them the breaks.

Ladies and gentlemen, please take moment of silence for an amazing singer-songwriter, Chris Whitley. He died of lung cancer this Sunday at the age of 45.

Let me just break this down now. When I was 15 years old he had a song out called "Big Sky Country" that I adored, and I still do, I put it on every 1st time mix to the people that roll into my life. Cutting to the chase...so at 15 I would never hear it on the radio so one day, while watching MTV, they announced that they were going to show the video and I ran into my room, grabbed my tape recorder, and stood in front of the TV to record the song when it came on. Why, I didn't just have my moms to take me to the mall to buy the cassingle (yes, I'm old school) I will never know. Regardless, that is a testament to my dedication to the Whitley.

Since moving to NYC in 93 I saw him in concert three times and each time was a pleasure. Now yes, the brother had drug problems and I heard was difficult and could just trip in the middle of his sets but each time I saw him I was enraptured. Mr. Whitley had a worn, weathered and sexy kinda voice and it's a shame it's been shut down.

That being said, do yourself a favor and pick up his greatest hits album, Long Way Around: An Anthology 1991-2001. "Big Sky Country", "Bordertown" and "Can't Get Off" kill it everytime.

Work it in that big sky my brother.

ICONOCLASTS

My friend, Ms. Erica Forstadt, is the series producer of a new show on the Sundance Channel called ICONOCLASTS. She gets to be all uppity and oversee production on a show that focuses on up and coming young people that you might have heard of like, um, oh, Renee Zellweger, Christiane Amanpour, Paul Newman, Robert Redford and other people you want to keep your eye on.

See, the premise is this: One celeb bonds/conversates/interviews another celeb that they admire and they consider to be "iconic"...get it...ICONCLASTS! See, that overpriced college degree is kicking in. For real real, this looks like one of those smart shows where you learn some interesting tidbits about people you might have consider even "studyin'"...and hell, you'll look all cool at the next dinner party you go to talking about what Sumner Redstone likes to do when he's clubbing at "Splash".

So come on, support my girl and her new show...it will make you feel artsy and fabulous and that is always a good look.

http://www.sundancechannel.com/feature/index.php?ixContent=8381&PHPSESSID=0aad11b7a76928403158b2353d2690a5

Yeah, I been sleeping on this...

...but I'm here to rectify.

So the weekend before Halloween a bunch of us...and by a bunch I mean, like 13...went to the Warriors Halloween Party and were awesome.

Yes, I know, I'm telling this to you late. But I feel that someone out there would like to know that all of us went as members of the Symbionese Liberation Army (SLA), you know, the group that kidnapped Patty Hearst. Uh huh, that is what is called bad-ass in about 57 countries and about 36 states in the U.S. I looked it up.

Since I'm a negress it would be have been easy to go the Black Panther route but goddammit I'm about diversity...and I couldn't leave my white folks out in the lurch like that so ta da...revolution and kidnapping for all...the SLA. Seriously folks, we were tough. Not only did we have the camo gear, but we had fake guns, bulletbelts, iron-ons with our "insignia" on it (thanks Nicole!) and literature (that's my girl Adrienne, who was ON point the whole night, ready to "shoot" people in a heartbeat)...yes, we passed out literature about our group. I roll with smarties, we educate son, it's that kinda game.

So we danced, we drank, we educated and took some hostages too. It was more fun than shaking a stick at a dead kitten. But I have to say the moment where I knew it was taken to another level was when I saw pics of some of my crew on Gawker.com and on the site of the photographer that took them. Lord, my kids grow up so fast and I am proud.

Check em* out, they the apple of my eye. Tear.

*Look for the gals and guys in military looking gear...and my girl Yanna, you know the blond bombshell, she is KILLING it. Love that trick. Third picture down, girl on the right. She's (surprisingly) single and ready to mingle fellas.

http://gawker.com/news/party-crash/team-party-crash-warriors-halloween-party-134278.php

http://ambrel.net/2005/1029-warriors/index.html

Bitches are crazy

It's like goddamn "Wild Kingdom". H&M stuff rips ladies...in like 2 days. Calm the hell down.

H&M HORDES 'RACK' HAVOC WITH WAR CRY: 'BACK OFF MY DRESS, BITCH!'

By FARRAH WEINSTEIN

STELLA! Shoppers hit the Stella McCartney sale at the Rockefeller
Center H&M yesterday after waiting in line for hours.

November 11, 2005 -- It's a Stell-out!
Fashion piranhas swarmed H&M stores in Manhattan yesterday clawing and
scratching for a piece of Stella McCartney's limited-edition clothing
line, which was unveiled exclusively at the discount apparel chain.Hipsters, fashion students and trendy moms waited on line as early as
3 a.m. at all six H&M stores here. When the doors opened at 10 a.m.,
mayhem ensued. Women elbowed, pushed and shoved one another just to
snap up the designer duds.

"Back off my dress, bitch!" screamed one woman at the Rockefeller
Center flagship store on Fifth Avenue.

"That's mine!" snapped another.

One woman fell during the feeding frenzy, and shoppers just stepped
over her. Another was crying. One petite lady stood on top of a chair
so she could grab at a silk shirt that was too high, while throwing
the rest of the batch down to her friends. A group of moms even
brought a stroller along just to pile clothes in it.

"They're grabbing four or five of everything just so they could get
the right size," one man screamed into his cellphone amidst the pandemonium.

Customers tried to tear clothes off mannequins, while employees
pleaded with them to stop. Or they waited by the dressing rooms for
rejected clothes, and by the back doors for employees to walk out to
replenish the items.

Taking a cue from the successful limited-edition collection designed
by Karl Lagerfeld for the retailer last fall, McCartney collaborated
with Sweden-based H&M to design the collection of about 40 items to be
sold in selected H&M stores across Europe and North America.

The line ranges from $12.90 for a studded black bathing suit to $99.90
for a delicate rose-colored silk dress. A McCartney print dress on
sale at Neiman Marcus, meanwhile, goes for nearly $1,200 and a
cardigan for $600. Some items - like a zip sweater dress or a knitted
blouse - were grabbed so fast and with such fury that they couldn't
even make it to the floor.

Rafiah Johnson, a 27-year-old personal shopper from Manhattan, had
more than 20 items in her arms.

"I'm buying it all," she said. "It's so much better than I expected.
There's no limit. As long as the clothes fit, I'm buying it."

The former Chloe designer and daughter of Beatles star Paul McCartney
is emulating Karl Lagerfeld's successful H&M collection last fall,
which also drove women to fight tooth and nail.

"It's very intimidating," said Julie Recao, a 24-year-old Parsons
School of Design student who was on the line at the dressing room with
a pile of clothes.

"I couldn't believe it when that poor woman fell in the middle of the
floor and nobody cared. People just stepped over her. It's crazy."

McCartney's is a limited-edition line for H&M, so once this batch
sells out, it's over. By Wednesday afternoon, four of the stores were
already sold out. The Rockefeller Center shop and one at 34th Street
and Seventh Avenue had the most stock and were still replenishing their supply.

"When it sells out, it's gone," says Emily Grosman, an H&M rep.

By yesterday afternoon, an $80 black McCartney sweater was up on eBay
with a starting bid of $125 and the following explanation from the
high-fashion speculator who posted it:

"I fought the crowds for this piece! . . . There's nothing left!!"

Thanks for the scoop Ms. Erica Forstadt, good looking out ma.

Reason # 278 Michelle Rodriquez is on my shitlist

LOST SPOILER ALERT!

Finally...after three weeks there was new episode of Lost.

Finally...there is a backstory that doesn't take 9 years to unfold and doesn't bore me.

Finally...Shannon doesn't get on my nerves anymore.

Finally...Sayid and Shannon do it. I mean, come on trapped on a deserted island--sex needs to be had.

And then this happens...

That goddamn Michelle Rodriquez goes and shoots Shannon in the gut and kills the girl.

Earlier in the episode the folks that survived the crash of Oceanic 815 that were thrown on the other side of the island are trying to find the other survivors with the help of Jin, Michael and Sawyer...until Sawyer falls out and has to be gurney'ed (I know that is not a word, get over it) through the jungle to get back quicker...where "The Others" are at. During the trek one of the women from that other gucci crew gets snatched and everyone is like snap. MR pulls out a gun and starts rocking it like it is S.W.A.T II and automatically I'm like really, she has GOT to go.

Jump to Shannon who is sure she has seen Walt and she runs into the jungle with his dog and Sayid follows. Sayid is like bitch you are tripping and she is like if you want to get into my basket of goodies you have to believe me and in me. Cause, that is all of us girls want. So he is like girl, I love you and it's a tender moment and then they hear...the voices. And then they both see...Walt. Sayid is like WTF and then Shannon runs to see if she can find young Walt and then a shot rings out...

Shannon has been shot.

Apparently MR is all trigger happy and thinks she is one of the others as they are coming in the other direction. Bitch, ask a few questions before you get all Bernard Goetz in the brush. Dammit.

What was priceless was the shot of Michael and Jin seeing her shot and then Sayid looking at that she-male Michelle Rodriquez with the eyes of vengeance and then the cut to black. This.is.how.you.do.TV.

I'm beyond amped for next week...when he gets all special ops on her ass it will be on.

America's Next Top Model: I'm pissed

After getting dicked around last week with a goddamn highlight reel episode of ANTM I was ready for some action and a bitch to hit the road. You know what I got? A slap in the face.

Let me explain.

The tricks have their usual photoshoot...which Nik KILLED; they had to sell themselves to extra talent manager Benny Medina to win a guest spot on Veronica Mars, which Kim won and I don't how know since she has no personality and is the most boring lesbian ever...and I know lesbians. Actually I don't at all, my great aunt by marriage Aunt Veechi is one but...hell, I'm going no where with this. Wow, I just veered off topic. Anyway, they did the usual blah, blah, blah....and you know I love that shit.

Where this is when I get mad.

So it comes to elimination time and the judges do their thing. This is the moment when I have to say that even though Twiggy is no Janice she is starting to get all annoyed looking and can't be bothered. Love it. Okay, so Nik, Bre, Kim and Lisa are saved and then Jayla and Nicole are in the bottom two and feel that the Lord is smiling upon me.

See, Nicole is boring and whines and it would fine with me if she got the boot...but that is not my goal. Jayla on the other hand is an evil human being that needs to be destroyed. And she is a Mormon that was home-schooled...she ain't right at all. My goal is for her to be gone. So you can just feel the electricity when Tyra in her "You shall be dismissed" voice says both of them need to go back to the house...and I'm ramped up cause I'm like oh shit both bitches are going home. But then BAM. She flips over the pics and it's a Union Jack...all the bitches are going to London for the international part of the trip.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ABOUT?! Are you shitting me?! I've committed my last hour and my life to this and someone is not going home?!

I was not pleased.

All I have to say is that someone better not just be kicked off next week but kicked off and then thrown in a well to put the lotion in the basket. I will be satisfied with nothing less.

Oh, yeah, Lisa peed in a diaper this week. That trick is crazy.

If you have to drown a baby to see this movie then do it

On my third day of being home sick from work, trying to fight my way against that bright light beckoning me "home", and the dementia dying down, I FINALLY popped in the Korean film "Oldboy" and let me tell you: Brilliant. Blown away. Like for real real, not for play play.

Brief synopsis:
A businessman is kidnapped and kept imprisoned for 15 years. After 15 years he is released and has to figure out why he was he there.

Right, right I know that sounds really simple but it is mad deep and I mean DEEP...I do not use caps lightly. The lead up to the end and the ending had me sitting in the dark, tissue to my face and tea perched in my hand saying out loud (and alone, cause I'm crazy), "You need to shut up! Are you kidding? Uh huh...lord have mercy". In other words, I was gobsmacked.

The United States needs not to worry about Koreans and their nuclear arms...they need to worry about them kicking ass with their cinema. Man, the American version, cause you know there will be one, staring Sarah Michelle Geller, Naomi Watts or some other actress that I'm baffled is famous, is going to suckit. Before that happens see this film.

Brava Chan-wook Park, brava. Damn.

Happy/Sad...no that is not the name of my first album

Things that are making me happy today:

*Knowing that tomorrow I can buy the new Kate Bush album, Aerial. It's been 12 long years, it better be brought. Whatever, old girl wrote "Hounds of Love" and used to let Peter Gabriel stick the tip in. That counts for a lot in my book.
*The memory of seeing a real "dude's dude" reading US Weekly at the 14th Street A,C,E subway platform. Warmed my heart.
*Watching the Fuji Rock Festival on Trio right now and seeing that Japanese music fans are so gangsta. Y'all can tear up some electronics and rawk out...god bless and HI!
*The new Discovery series, "I Shouldn't Be Alive". For real, I think re-enactment shows are effin' stupid but when you throw in some life and death shit...like surviving sharks, and hypothermia you got me on lock.

Things that are making me said today:
*That my trick ass, pipe smoking computer is acting like a bitch and is all slow and shit. I hate you Tina...now go make me some money.
*The fact that Beck is a Scientologist. Known for years, still doesn't make it right.
*That I'm sick for the 234 time this year. I might want to go back to church and get right with the Lord because I'm taking all of this personal. And yeah, I know that I can be mad sensitive but this is bullshit.

Okay, goodbye and ta da!

K-Fed...Making Vanilla Ice seem like Chuck D

Just when I thought I could NEVER feel sorry for Britney Spears it has happened. Pure pity. After you listen to this...you will to. Girl, you better be happy you listened to your mama about that pre-nup. Seriously, you still have time to get your GED, get an associates and manage a DQ...there is no shame in that game.

http://www.stereogum.com/archives/002043.html

Thanks Ms. Tanya Mancini for bringing this to my attention!

Rosa Parks

If you are near a television you need to put it on...you can bet your bottom dollar (yes, I will rock an Annie reference whenever I can) Jesse Jackson's eulogy and Bill Clinton speech will be stirring. Oh, and I'm sure Aretha Franklin will bring it like Mahalia Jackson did at the Dr. Rev Martin Luther King, Jr. big fairwell. Damn, I should have set up my DVR.

R.I.P. Mrs. Park and get yourself a plush seat up front in that big old bus in the sky.

Amen.

Harry Reid: Thug Life 4 Eva

Remember when fool used to think Senator Reid was a weak pussy and might not have enough oom pah pah to be the Democratic Minority Leader? Well the hammer has been brought down and he is taking names and numbers.

http://www.cnn.com/2005/POLITICS/11/01/senate.iraq.ap/index.html

Who's the bitch now Frist?

Whatever dude...

...yer still a perv.

http://www.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/Movies/11/01/people.woodyallen.ap/index.html