Artwork is work

Why is that no one considers artwork to be as taxing as a 9 to 5 job?

White People Can Keep It Because Black People Moved On...

White people have pretty much ruined anything it gets its hands on and if you don't believe me take a stroll back through time and look up some of these references: Christianity,WW1,WW2,breakdancing,soul music,t-shirts and of course rap videos. I went ahead and took time to jot some thoughts down on paper and I came up with a list of phrases which black culture popularized and then white people quickly basterized and therefore ruined for life. The Black culture has quickly moved on and survived quite happily and unscathed from the whole fiasco. The list is pretty short for now but I will constantly update it whenever I run into anymore phrases or words seeing that the town I live in produces young wigger country boys on a daily basis.


THE LIST:

Homie
Represent
Betta Recognize
Shorty or Shoatie
Da Crib
Booty
Blunted
Make It Rain
Badonkadonk
That's My Shit
Da Bomb
Fer Mad Realz
Awww Shit
Keepin It Real
Aight
Down Low
Oh Snap
All That (fat redneck girls call themselves alot I noticed)
True Dat
Bangin
Baller
WestSide
That's How I Roll
Gangsta (fat redneck guys call themselves that alot)
Krunk


Attention White People you may now use these words at will. The Black culture will now move on as it has for centuries....


Oh, and will white people please stop referring to their friends as "My Niggaz"
It sounds gaye.

Eating Is Bad For You

A Tribute To Scotland

My brother-in-law is Scottish and he gave me a really good recommendation for a certain type of single malt scotch which ended up being so delicious I almost made water in my pantaloons..That being said I decided to organize a tribute to all bands Scottish.

This list is in no particular order so don't have a fucking mac-attack ok?
1.Belle and Sebastian
2.Jesus and the Mary Chain
3.Mogwai
4.Nazareth
5.Biffy Clyro
6.The Proclaimers
7.Cocteau Twins
8.Franz Ferdinand
9.Simple Minds
10.Primal Scream
11.Glasvegas
12.Calvin Harris
13.Eurtyhmics
14.Frightened Rabbit
15.Big Country
16.Bay City Rollers

Thank you Scotland for all of your great music which through the years has helped so many Christians...

Sorry, I Suck!

I am truly sorry my blog has fallen by the wayside but I had some extremely real things going on in my life and the life of my surrounding family. My mother-in-law has died of cancer on Black Friday of this year. In her wake she left 7 children, 12 grandchildren and a very,very unhappy son-in-law. Our relationship didn't start on solid ground but after a couple of years she warmed up to the idea of having a Hispanic Communist in the family. The last 6 years were pretty awesome in which we shared a very cool "You don't fuck with me I don't fuck with you attitude". My family never needed while she lived and now that she has passed nothing has changed. A truly inspiring person who spanned 51 years of marriage with the same man and raised 3 decades worth of children. A un tiring caregiver to my father-in-law and then to her oldest son who due to some medical malpratice suffered a crippling injury to his brain, she always had time to spend with her family and friends. On many occasions she donated heavily to charities and preservation societies and to the church,even though they were dicks to her. I never tired of her "Yoo-Hooing" me to get some project started or her stories of some young,hot spanish guy who was hitting on her when she was younger. She always laughed and smiled with people she never knew and told them long stories about her grandchildren even though they didn't seem to care. She was taken so quickly from us that it still seems surreal walking into her house. I still expect her to come shuffling out of the back and asking me to open some jar or medicine bottle because of her arthritic fingers. Or asking me if the kids would like some clothes she bought while she was out shopping. It comes crashing down on me during the weirdest moments. I only knew her for 12 years which doesn't seem like long but I will feel her presence until the day I pass... Goodnight Mom.

Morphine for the soul

Lately I have been a bit busy with a healthy dose of mortality. The brief time we spend on this earth can only be counted in years and accomplishments. What sort of legacy will you leave behind given a small amount of time? The earth was shaped over the course of millions of years to acheive the level of unimagineable beauty which exists today. According to scientists we have only existed as a species for a mere blink of an eye. What are we supposed to accomplish on such a truncated timetable? I sit next to a person who has taught me the meaning of the word "resilience". So it pains me much more to see the effects of the cancer that is ravaging their body. The invisible killer,the great equalizer...The way that people waste away is scarier than any zombie movie can ever hope to be. This is way too sad.

ART

COLLIDE FACTORY from Matthew Prickett on Vimeo.

To Be Read After I Am Found Dead.....

Who said that an honest opinion could not be deliberated without a glass of whiskey???
Why me of course....

Thousands of people have crossed my path and I haven't even blinked twice thinking of their feelings until recently having a torrid encounter with a newly full fledged hormonal breakdown of a tween daughter...
I'm an obtuse blunt instrument on a good day but not realising the end of the month for my future caregiver is unforgivable and my latest blunder....which I am not proud of....What a dick.

It's on the calender..

Thanks Alot You Racist Bastards I Hope You Die...

3 NJ teens charged with videotaped immigrant death

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By SAMANTHA HENRY, Associated Press Writer Samantha Henry, Associated Press Writer – Wed Jul 28, 4:15 am ET

SUMMIT, N.J. – Dusk fell around Salvadoran immigrant Abelino Mazaniego as he sat on a bench on a promenade in an upscale New York suburb after finishing his restaurant shift. As night encroached, so did a group of teenagers, including one with a cell phone videocamera at the ready.

Then, authorities say, they beat him unconscious, with the camera rolling.

Days later, the 47-year-old father of four was dead — but not before the video had been circulated among teenagers in Summit, N.J., authorities say. And not before a nurse in the emergency room where he was taken the night of July 17 was accused of pilfering several hundred dollars from his wallet.

The attacks on Mazaniego's body and dignity resulted in days of escalating court actions that culminated Tuesday in murder charges against three young men, ages 17, 18 and 19. A fourth teenager believed to have videotaped the attack hasn't been charged, but authorities weren't divulging details on the teen's involvement or potential culpability.

In Summit on Tuesday evening, a young girl sobbed, trembled, and clutched the waist of an older woman as they stood in a group of five people in front of a shrine of sunflowers, votive prayer candles, handwritten notes and a photo of Mazaniego that had been placed on the bench where he was attacked. Speaking quietly in Spanish, a woman with red-rimmed eyes said she was Mazaniego's wife of 29 years, and the rest were family members. She declined to give her name, saying she was too upset and scared to speak about the attack.

Mazaniego was "a hardworking, punctual, friendly employee," said Colin Crasto, manager and chef at Dabbawalla Indian restaurant, across the street from where the attack took place, and where the victim had worked for three years as a cook's assistant. A photo of Mazaniego was taped to the front window, with a message saying he had been the sole supporter of his family and asking patrons to donate money to help his family.

Along Summit's main thoroughfare, a place of upscale clothing and jewelry stores, real-estate brokerages advertising million-dollar homes, and luxury SUVS parked along the street, merchants and residents said the attack was an anomaly for the town, a vibrant mix of nationalities that considers itself welcoming of immigrants.

"I know bad things happen all the time, everywhere, but it's unusual here," said Neil Rodriguez, the manager of The Wine List, who knew Mazaniego, as he worked a few doors down. Recalling Mazaniego as a "genial, really nice gentlemen," Rodriguez said that, as a Hispanic, he was bothered that the incident was being portrayed by some as racially motivated.

"It's a random act of violence, there's not a lot of racial strife in this town," he said. "I'd like to see the parents that produced such monsters," he added, referring to the alleged attackers.

Khayri Williams-Clark, 18, and an unidentified 17-year-old, both of Summit, were arrested Wednesday on manslaughter charges. Williams-Clark pleaded not guilty to the charge Friday.

Now they're charged with murder, along with Nigel Dumas, 19, of Morristown. A spokesman for the public defender's office, which is representing Williams-Clark and the 17-year-old, declined to comment Tuesday and said the office hadn't yet received an application to represent Dumas.

The 17-year-old is being held in the Union County juvenile detention center, while Williams-Clark is being held at the Union County jail on $100,000 bail, prosecutors said. Bail for Dumas, at the same jail, has been set at $250,000. Authorities wouldn't say how many teens were in the group or whether there would be more charges. They also weren't discussing theories on the motive for the beating — whether it was Mazaniego's background, a thrill killing or some other reason.

But it apparently wasn't an attempt to get the $640 in cash that Mazaniego was carrying.

Police found the victim after the beating and took him to the hospital, where, officials say, nurse Stephan Randolph, 39, of Flemington, took the money out of the unconscious victim's wallet.

Family members noticed the missing money and told authorities, who charged Randolph with third-degree theft Monday, six days after Mazaniego died.

Randolph could not be reached for comment by The Associated Press this week; a phone listed in his name rang unanswered.

Sometimes You Just Can't Say Shit...

As far as you know, it's legal somewhere....The pound Sterling mark gives you an incredible account on where the picture generated from. I think this might be an insight of the incredible accounts told of the trip a mutual friend had to the "Wizarding World of Harry Potter"this past summer...Now mind you this is a young man of outstanding moral fibre in the small community of the world renowned town of Winchester,Va. Any tales told would resound heavily in the tomes of Winchester lore....I myself prefer listening to these tales with a half of a bottle of whiskey but nonetheless I was enthralled....He began weaving his tale wearing nothing but a pair of hip hugging shorts over a saggy pair of Abercrombie & Fitch wife beating underwears which pulled on his non-existing hips of white guy...OK it was totally weird this night but I showed up obviously because I wanted pizza to cook in our oven...and the beer needed refrigeration immediately...
As I guessed months before when the Half Blood Prince featured a glimpse into the inner machinations of the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.....I knew,It was going to be a total Freak show of Epic Proportions.!!!!... I had lived in a small town where people would dress up for less ...but this...this, would be utter fucking hell on EARTH as we knew it... I foresaw this months ago when this certain individual poked and prodded the "fans" of the series without himself understanding the dire and self extenutating circumstances involving this book series. But me myself,I knew there had to be some sort of a chinese hell lurking slightly behind the grim veil of fandom and it would be revealed to him thru some sort of whiskey induced kismet culminating in his penis shooting out of his beloved volkswagon into the theme park...whiskey is a hell of a drug. In the end the stories lived up to the hype with everything culminating in "if that fucker wasn't that fat and wearing a cloak in 100 degree weather I guess it would have been fine"
Myself I figured he hadn't thought of cutting down his waiting time at each part of the park by invoking the the "cruciatus curse" on all the dorks available... what a dork!

Ecuadorian Drug Hustle

WASHINGTON – The Drug Enforcement Administration says it has helped seized a submarine capable of transporting tons of cocaine.

DEA officials say the diesel electric-powered submarine was constructed in a remote jungle and captured near a tributary close to the Ecuador-Colombia border. Ecuadorian authorities seized the sub before it could make its maiden voyage.

The sophisticated camouflaged vessel has a conning tower, periscope and air-conditioning system. It measured about nine-feet-high from the deck plates to the ceiling and stretched nearly a 100 feet long. The DEA says it was built for trans-oceanic drug trafficking.

One person has been taken into custody. DEA Andean Regional Director Jay Bergman says the sub's nautical and payload capacity is a serious development.

The End Is Very Fucking Nigh

Absence of sunspots make scientists wonder if they're seeing a calm before a storm of energy

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By Stuart Clark

New Scientist
Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Sunspots come and go, but recently they have mostly gone. For centuries, astronomers have recorded when these dark blemishes on the solar surface emerge, only to fade away after a few days, weeks or months. Thanks to their efforts, we know that sunspot numbers ebb and flow in cycles lasting about 11 years.

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• Why is the sun losing its spots?
• Scientists find a big drop in the strength of solar magnetic fields

But for the past two years, the sunspots have mostly been missing. Their absence, the most prolonged in nearly 100 years, has taken even seasoned sun watchers by surprise. "This is solar behavior we haven't seen in living memory," says David Hathaway, a physicist at NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Ala.

The sun is under scrutiny as never before, thanks to an armada of space telescopes. The results they beam back are portraying our nearest star, and its influence on Earth, in a new light. Sunspots and other clues indicate that the sun's magnetic activity is diminishing and that the sun may even be shrinking. Together, the results hint that something profound is happening inside the sun. The big question is: What?

(Images of the sunspots from NASA)

Groups of sunspots forewarn of gigantic solar storms that can unleash a billion times more energy than an atomic bomb. Fears that these giant eruptions could create havoc on Earth and disputes over the sun's role in climate change are adding urgency to these studies. When NASA and the European Space Agency launched the Solar and Heliospheric Observatory almost 15 years ago, "understanding the solar cycle was not one of its scientific objectives," says Bernhard Fleck, the mission's project scientist. "Now it is one of the key questions."

(Photos from the recent solar eclipse in Africa)

Sunspots are windows into the sun's magnetic soul. They form where giant loops of magnetism, generated deep inside the sun, well up and burst through the surface, leading to a localized drop in temperature that we see as a dark patch. Any changes in sunspot numbers reflect changes inside the sun. "During this transition, the sun is giving us a real glimpse into its interior," says Hathaway.

When sunspot numbers drop at the end of each 11-year cycle, solar storms die down and all becomes much calmer. This "solar minimum" doesn't last long. Within a year, the spots and storms begin to build toward a new crescendo, the next solar maximum.

What's special about this latest dip is that the sun is having trouble starting the next solar cycle. The sun began to calm down in late 2007, so no one expected many sunspots in 2008. But computer models predicted that when the spots did return, they would do so in force. Hathaway was reported as thinking the next solar cycle would be a doozy: more sunspots, more solar storms and more energy blasted into space. Others predicted that it would be the most active solar cycle on record.

The trouble was, no one told the sun.

The first sign that the prediction was wrong came when 2008 turned out to be even calmer than expected. That year, the sun was spot-free 73 percent of the time, an extreme dip even for a solar minimum. Only the minimum of 1913 was more pronounced, with 85 percent of that year clear.

Italy vs. Paraguay Streaming

I need information on how to watch the ABC network televised games because my town doesn't have it. Much help needed please leave comments and suggestions....thank you.
Would like to have this problem resolved before the sweet 16... I have tried all the sites on the google.com top 150 sites and they are all paying sites, this will not stand. We must unite against these corporate assholes who don't even love the game...

Germany vs. Australia streaming

Yes, I can cheat too and have you check out my site and try to rope you into doing some stupid fucking quiz or test and then I will redirect you to the game. BULLSHIT. In case you just checked in I spent 35 minutes looking for some posting of the World Cup game Germany vs. Australia,USA vs. England and all I found were these pay sites that were extremely promising but alas were exactly the same shit I mentioned earlier. The problem is I live in a shitty town in the mountains that doesn't offer the ABC network. Weird,right? We can waste millions of dollars on spaceflight and retarded shuttle launchings that have not improved the impoverished residents of earth who starve on a daily basis ,but we can't get ABC in this shitty town. So I thought I could count on the millions upon millions of people who live on this earth and use up terraflops of bandwidth uploading pictures of them drunk and showing their prepubescent breasts on myspace and still another stupid cat video with the beast flushing the toilet to help in my quest to watch THE CUP. But No Way man!! Not a one person in the whole wide world was streaming this. The world is finite my friend and all this SHARING online community bullshit is an illusion. Money, honey that's it.

enjoy the World Cup ...

Grim Reaper 3, Mankind 0

I am addicted to weather watching and I know it's a hobby for olden people but the implications are too numerous to mention. A quick shout out to the Hollywood "Dead Pool" they are having a busy,busy week. Gary Coleman, Dennis Hopper and Rue McClanahan dead all in the span of a week. Pretty morbid but that's what old people do, they die don't they? As the last shovel full of dirt hits the casket or your hear the final tweaking of the knobs on the control panel of the incinerator oven it's all the same to me. Do what you can with the time allotted and make sure you return your books on time to the library. That's it. Don't worry about what I'm doing, go find your own shit to do...

the "I see dead people" sessions....

Don't ask but it was either this in the morning or nothing. It had rained the night before so after shaking all the cobwebs loose and disposing of the eye mocos I walked outside and looked around like I usually do all ADD-like to survey the storms damage. Florida during hurricane season is a bitch because any little thunderstorm will wreak havoc on your ass...Not too much crap to pick up so I decided that since the sun was already poking through I would go to the local Goodwill to look for records. At that time the only place that sold vinyl was Uncle Sams and Goodwill. I lived closer to Goodwill so usually that was decided early on to only go to the expensive record store only when visiting the Fat Ninja. I struck gold that day because I found this album back to back with a peter Tosh album in the crate. The name scrawled on the cover gave me the impression that his mom found out what he was doing (smoking weed) and made him throw all the reggae out of the house even though when the kid hit college he would enter a drum circle for 5 years and flunk out anyway. It always amazes me what people toss. Shit,man. In short this album is the quintessential piece in any persons collection because of the perfect blend of storytelling and musical harmony. Nothing outweighs the other. The birth of Dub I say...Who's with me?





now leave....

Whatchootalking Bout, Willis?

Send in the clowns, the laughter that was short officially died today. A little over 4 decades of a somber life cut short in his rise to fame from the ashes of his former television career; we say good bye to the body of Gary Coleman (1968-2010). Another one of the stars I watched as a child myself has bitten the dust. It brings a little bit of the smell of death closer to my nostrils. I sniff it then rub two fingers down the inside of my leg where my inner thigh meets my taint, yeah, it smells the same. Death surrounds us and pokes fun at us because of how scared we really are. Our own little lives are so futile. We could only wish to utter a catchphrase which will catapult us into pop culture. Instead we curse silently into the crook of our elbow and disguise it as a sneeze. Farewell Gary.

The New Dildo

Imagine a world where everything was fair and fairy tales came true and the rabbit got away from jumping over the dingleberry bush. Now drop the crack pipe and enter a sobriety program quick. Life is the greatest teacher, I have heard. Sure, why not! I'll believe anything once. Taking the time to break down all the minuscule things that bother us in a day is so incredibly time consuming anyway. What I really try for is to live in the now and enjoy the now while trying to not think of things I have absolutely no control over. Like that hole at the bottom of the ocean spewing black death into the Gulf Of Mejico...Or the 1000's of acres of rain forest that are slashed and burned daily. I am the beautiful center of the universe, I am enlightened. (cue tooth falling out into sink) This must be my obsession week of the month. Insert this weeks couple things such as the premiere issue of Bound By Ink and the article on how to make your own tattoo machine in prison and the latest album by Rusko, entitled OMG...


Published with the intent to deviate your brain from your lame job and on a mission to fill your life with color and true awesomeness which is the tattooing community, Bound By Ink is a fresh take on the conventional magazine by departing from the all too familiar tat mag formula. The layout is fresh,informative and written as though it was penned by a an old friend who wants to holla at ya about sumpin'. This combined with a new crop of tattoo photo dogs who have completely gone digital this magazine knocks those sad old dick magazines in the dirt. I give everyone a chance but my prediction is that once the sponsors start rolling in with the money spots everything else will get squeezed out thru the pages...I hope I am wrong...
the "whadafack happening"session:
The Fat Ninja asked if I had heard this yet...
Now that I have, I can honestly say that American music is too overproduced.
This album packs everything from hip-hop influences, sprinkles of Miami Bass,gaye house,French Techno-House,Disco,T-Pain and a loogey of noise. I don't hate it but I have to listen to it at least 2 more times to figure it out. I did play it while working out today and it was fun. Maybe have it playing in the background of a cock fight slash tattoo party.






If I type in the word Justin Beiber I will be on google more than a demi-god...

I Broke My Record

Thanks to all who have made this day so wonderful. By taking the time to help me break my record of visitors to my humble bittersweet blog. Today I found out 22 people had witnessed my writings yesterday and I wanted to personally thank everyone of them. So, thank you times 22.

Now if only I could get some feedback I wouldn't feel like this was an incredible waste of time. Sure times are rough and everyone in the house needs dental work but on the upside we are all healthy and the fridge is stocked. Happiness is a dry fart someone told me once...Little did I realize what a nugget of wisdom that would be...Count your blessings..etc.etc. I get it, really I do.Now if only I could convert all that faith into some cash flow...It's a good thing I still believe in the white mans sensibilities.

"white people music sessions"

I can't thank this band enough for teaching me the ways of sexy time songs.

Speaking of sexy time songs who can't thank Mr.Barry White for having contributed to their birth. Seriously?

Thank you ELO for showing me the ways of old theater people going crazy on drugs but making awesome music which transcends time and space...




now fuck off...I'm all thank-you'd out

1984 Lives...

These shoes never helped my dance skillz...

LOST

Today seems like I got punched in the jaw 57 times, but only as a friend. But that's what happens when you visit the dentist and he yanks on your soul. But I digress. I own 5 seasons of LOST on DVD so I consider myself to be pretty steeped in its history and all the sub-plots and threads there incurred. Now comes the clincher, the thumbnail biting super-duper ending and I haven't watched it on live TV since season 1. It seems that it is a massive trending topic right now and I don't even have the slightest idea of what the hell is going on. So instead of boring you with the details here is my take on it. First, it's on TV so wait until it comes out on DVD. That's it. I lived to tell the tale and I watched it at my leisure and I am no worse for wear and my soul is intact. The panic that is ensuing is reminiscent of the season finale of "Seinfeld" (which I never watched) Complete freak outs combined with endless dribble on the Chez' Net Google machine. Even the tiny blogs I follow seem to be alive with talk of the sonofabitch Sawyer video. I love the show don't get me wrong but some people just seem to let trivial things rule their little lives. Not downing on most people but things that happen outside of the box are too important for me. I am constantly faced with way too much reality outside of the telly. Besides an oozing finger and a head full of emotional baggage which only lately seems to be invading my quiet little center of the universe (not by my own hand mind you) My cup is mad full, yo. If your world is quiet and quite void of drama I advise you to please,please,please do not invite this little fucking bastard of a gnome into your happy little home. It will prove your undoing, I promise you.....I leave you now drama free(I hope) and happy that my root has gone missing from my head hole. Enjoy the chips please.
the "Who needs drama in their life"sessions

My dad worked a shit ton when I was growing up and my mother did too so you can see why I got into alot of trouble as a young man. I picked up this album after being exposed to some serious shit as a teen with a full time job in a Sicilian restaurant aka drug front and a crazy discount on the now defunct Eastern Airlines. I flew to New York a lot and hung out in Queens with my cousins who engaged my every record store whim from Rock and Soul records to Fat Beats back in the day when vinyl was KING...Big Daddy Kane to me was a revelation, he was a pimp, a playa, a style coach and more importantly he taught me how to treat a woman...Years later I think back on the many lessons and hoped they would permeate me but alas how soon one forgets.. The album made a mockery of most other MC's out in the newly minted rap market. The white man had already sunk his teeth into many artists, but broke them on Kane's adamantium hide.

(this fucking stupid blog program fights me everyday so the type color is different only in this section excuse me as I push everything down a bit where it will turn red)

From beginning to end this album resonates with a power and a hunger which can't be felt on any new school rap cats out there. Certain expressions may sound dated but you will not be able to dissuade anything said on "Raw". As far as I'm concerned you bettah run cuz you can't hide. This shit set precedence.

Samantha Fox-UK-Singer slash Sonwriter slash Tits-Born 1966
Frankie Poullian-UK-Bassist-The Darkness-Born 1967
Ed O'Brien-UK-Guitarist slash Harmony Vocalist-Radiohead-Born 1968



now go and find me a better blog program that doesn't suck ass.....