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Lovely, Kill Me.
December 31, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
Image courtesy of SPIN Magazine.
During the Thanksgiving season, the popular yet classically overlooked rap group, The Roots, took the unusual step of letting one of their less familiar group members perform a song on a show I’ve grown to hate: Yo Gabba Gabba. I don’t understand this show. The host is I guess what you’d call “eclectic”. At least that’s what I tell my kids he is. Grown-ups would probably call him “gay”. And that’s fine, but dude is super freaky – gay or straight. Like I’m so happy to be doing a kids’ show someone should lock me up-freaky. The other characters are… poorly drawn, I think I want to say? Poorly puppeteered? I don’t know, but their limbs are extra long and swing wildly all over the place. The songs are something you’d find entertaining when you’re high. But it’s quickly becoming a classic among children, almost of Sesame Street caliber. And I have no idea why.
Regardless, they bribe celebrities to visit and sing songs from time to time. The Roots being the latest to drop by. This song was so popular in my house, BFam had to find it online just so the kids could sufficiently watch and sing until he and I took turns wanting to kill them.
Enjoy:
Executive Decisions
December 30, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
For a recession-filled holiday, I’d say my girls did pretty well this season. Unfortunately, buying gifts amid troubling financial times is not breaking new ground in the cycle of poorness. It was just announced to the world we were officially in a recession. That’s old news here.
The economy is affecting everyone. But for my house, that only means poor people are getting poorer. Christmas time is the one time I miss most about being a kid. You’re oblivious to all this recession and bad economy talk. Being an adult means being in charge. Being in charge not only means being aware, but figuring out what to do next. We still have someplace to live, food, lights, water and heat, so I guess we’ve made the right decisions so far. But for how long?
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Yes. Again.
December 28, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
[AND NOW, A LETTER FROM MANAGEMENT]:
Feliz Navidad. Happy Holidays. Seasons Greetings. Noel. And the like. If you’re new here, welcome. If you’re not, yes. I changed my layout. Again. I always say I hope this is the last time, but why lie to myself or, more importantly, you? My one reader.
Let’s face it. 2008 sucked. 2008 sucked hard, raw eggs with tabasco sauce. While New Year’s Day is ideally a day you get to wipe the slate clean and start all over again – a concept I personally love – it is just that. Ideal. And a concept. The same way it has to be explained to Black people that they will still have to pay their bills and go to work after January 20th is the same way everyone should understand New Year’s Day. Everything will still be business as usual. You were poor in 2008? Chances are you will continue to be poor at least at the start of 2009. Unless you win the lottery. Which, in that case, I am a distant relative. Third cousin. Thrice removed. Nice to meet you. Family.
So let’s start fresh, shall we? New look. New year. And, I hate to tell you, the look? It’ll change. I got no better way of putting it. That’s my New Year’s resolution to you. No more lies. Who are we kidding? I like challenges. I’m easily bored. I’m bluntly truthful. Tell you what… I’ll stop changing my site when I find someone who doesn’t charge me an arm and a leg to customize it to my specifications (God help the poor schmuck with that job).
Wow. That felt good. I feel cleansed getting that off my chest. Cathartic. Have a happy New Year and don’t drink too much. Hangovers carry on into the New Year, too.
They misunderestimate me.
December 21, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
23/6 has become my BFF. I love that site about as much as I love Huffington Post. Maybe more.
In the coming days of George W. Bush’s passing of the baton, 23/6 is running a special series called: Why We Can’t Quit W. Countdown – 50 Reasons We’re Sorry to See President Bush Go. To say this series is classic satire at its best is still not giving it enough proper due. So far, this one has been my favorite. I am sad I’d never know this poem to exist, but better late than never. And now it will go down in comedy infamy with me as I’ve sat here the past ten minutes reading and re-reading it, never doing so without bursting into laughter.
Oh mercy, that’s some good stuff right there.
His nuts roasting on an open fire…
December 19, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
Hot on the coat tails of the post regarding my little Christmas spirit problem (or lack thereof) comes the story of one of the only reasons I still let my children believe – Dear Santa letters to the post office. And the one past time that gives true meaning to giving and kindness – that I’m sure would be extended year ’round if people were able – is tainted.
Seems someone got the feeling of holiday cheer in an inappropriate place when reading letters from some of the smaller Dear Santa writers:
Why should anyone have to explain how wrong this is? This is wrong on so many levels, but what makes it worse is this, financially, is the crappiest year to get letters like this. Kids aren’t asking for toys. They’re asking for food, clothes and jobs. For their parents. Jobs. KIDS! I don’t know about you, but that makes me want to roast some testicles nuts on an open fire… just like the song says.
And can we just address the fact that a sex offender is working for the post office. Why is a sex offender working for the post office? Is he relegated to the confines of an indoor station only? Or does he deliver? At hours when children are walking home from school? On his “route”? See where I’m going with this?
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