Thursday, April 30, 2009

Photo of the Day [The Angry Pad]


I'm sure any woman who looks at this photo can identify with it's comical (but true) nature.

Source [btw...]

May 1st is No Pants Day?

There are always new holidays and observances added to the calendar each year, and I find it hard to keep up, but today I was pretty shocked to find out someone is starting No Pants Day, which falls on May 1st.

So what is No Pants Day?
No Pants Day is a day where everyone, be they students, respectable businessmen, or cherished community leaders, leave their pants behind. Usually this means wearing thick, appropriately modest boxer shorts, but bloomers, slips, briefs, and boxer-briefs all work as well.
Yeah it's pretty silly and I'm sure college students will get a kick out of this. Still interested in No Pants Friday? Check out their website and FAQ's for the low-down.

Of course this whole "no pants" thing reminds me of the movie Hundtricket (The Dog Trick) which starred Alexander Skarsgard. In the film, his friend didn't want people to sit on his new couch with their dirty pants, so everyone had to pull down their pants to sit on the couch. Check out the photo below:

Hundtricket screen capture, Alexander is second from the left

UPDATE: Watch the video of the no dirty pants on couch scene below (English subtitles):

And of course, that just left open the door to post obligatory photos of my current crush, Alexander Skarsgard.

Alexander as Sgt. Brad "Iceman" Colbert in HBO's Generation Kill

Look, Alexander grew a beard!

Happy No Pants Day!

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

When is this movie going to be released? [Impatient]


Black Dynamite premiered at the 2009 Sundance Film Festival, back in January. And still, I can only assume waiting for a distribution deal (I’m talking, like I understand the movie industry – not). From the few scenes in the trailer, I’m so ready to see this.

It’s about time for a good blaxploitation film.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Blogs and News and Stuff...

Here's what I've been looking at online...

  • Republican Senator, Arlen Specter, from the GREAT STATE OF PENNSYLVANIA is switching parties. "Look ma, I want to be hopey and changey too!" To be honest many Philly democrats always liked Specter, I've heard people say "Specter's the only republican I've ever voted for." But I'm still skeptical because the dude said he's becoming a democrat just to win the election.
  • One of my favorite childhood movies, Drop Dead Fred is being re-made! No, I'm not excited about it because I don't know what can be done to improve this movie. It's great as-is! The new version will star, British comedian, Russell Brand. If you aren't familiar with the best imaginary friend you could have, watch the video below (spoiler alert: it's a comedy):

Bruno poster

Monday, April 27, 2009

“Pandemic! I got that pandemic!” – Corner Boy from The Wire

Swine flu is all over the news. If you’ve been in a cave for the last couple of day, there is a dangerous strain of flu (influenza), called Swine influenza virus (SIV) going around. News reports are saying it may turn into a pandemic (a disease prevalent throughout an entire country, continent, or the whole world), which is kind of scary. But I’m not too worried because they said the same thing about SARS, Avian flu (bird flu), killer bees, etc.

Corner boys from The Wire

Now the problem I’m having is, whenever I hear a reporter say “pandemic” or read the word “pandemic”, I can’t help but think of HBO’s The Wire and chuckle.

The original corner boys, season 1 of The Wire (poor, poor Wallace)

On The Wire, the corner boys (street drug dealers) came up with crafty topical brand names for their product (the drugs). Through out the show, I’ve heard drugs called, yellow top, Plymouth Rock, Mistletoe, WMD, and Pandemic! Yes! Pandemic! (keep in mind, this was on during the whole SARS outbreak)

Watch the video below, you can hear them yelling “pandemic” in the background (low-quality video)

If you haven’t watched The Wire, sign up with Netflix and get the entire series (watch 'em back to back, you'll get addicted and love it). Seriously, it’s that good.

A scene from The Wire

Additional Reading

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Book Review: Whoreson by Donald Goines


When I was 13 years old I found a book titled Whoreson by Donald Goines lying around my house. I assumed it previously belonged to my older sister, who I often siphoned books from which were not age appropriate for me (my sister was 19 years old). I didn’t immediately understand what the title of the book meant, but I decided to start reading.

And I kept reading and reading until I finished - non-stop, without regard to anything or anyone else. It was the first time I was exposed to street literature. 

Street literature (not to be confused with Victorian era street advertisements) sometimes classified as “urban fiction” or "street fiction" is a style of writing which illustrates the gritty urban realism and usually describes “ghetto life”.

A photo of author Donald Goines

Whoreson opened my eyes to a new world of hatred, violence and sex which I would have never imagined, especially at 13 years of age (even though I grew up in North Philly, lucky for me, my parents kept me pretty sheltered – just not from my older sisters’ reading materials). 

Whoreson is the coming of age story of Whoreson Jones, the son of a prostitute (hence his name, Whoreson) who by the age of 16 becomes a pimp. The book takes you on a wild ride throughout the underworld of pimping. Even though some passages are hard to read for their bluntness, it keeps you reading with its fast pace and anticipation of what will happen next.

The book is a quick read, which can easily be finished over the weekend or an uninterrupted evening after work. 

This book is not for the timid (nor do I recommend it for 13 year olds, but I can’t say no to anything that will encourage kids to read). Donald Goines writes in a straight-forward, gritty manner about controversial topics, such as violence (especially against women), prostitution, rape, and all things pimping. After reading this book, I’m sure, just like me, you are amazed at people who glamorize “pimping”. It’s an ugly, ugly violent world, best left only to the confines of books.

You can read the first 70 pages (the book is 320 pages) of the book at Google Book Search, purchase at amazon for $7.99 or pick it up at your local library! 

Donald Goines in front of his typewriter

About the Author, Donald Goines
Donald Goines’ life gives all his novels authenticity. Donald was born in 1937 in Detroit into a middle class black family. Expected to go into his family’s laundry business, Donald joined the military and got addicted to heroin. He spent much of his life as a pimp, thief, bootlegger, and numbers runner. He spent 6 years in prison where he was introduced to the writings of Iceberg Slim (a well known street fiction author), who inspired him to start writing. 

During his career, he wrote in the morning and devoted the rest of the day to using heroin. Donald went on to write 16 books in 5 years. On October 21, 1974, Donald and his wife were shot to death in Detroit. Some believe it was over a failed drug deal, the murderer(s) are still unknown.

If you like Whoreson, you might also like:

Additional Reading About Donald Goines and street literature

I Want This Keyboard [steampunk]


I want this keyboard. I want to type on it and feel like I'm in the 1940's pounding out my great American novel (but on a computer)!

The keyboard was created for an art deco movie rental store that wanted something to fit in with their decor, but to me it has a steampunk feel. If you aren't familiar with the whole steampunk fad:
Steampunk is a sub-genre of fantasy and speculative fiction that came into prominence in the 1980s and early 1990s. The term denotes works set in an era or world where steam power is still widely used—usually the 19th century, and often Victorian era England—but with prominent elements of either science fiction or fantasy, such as fictional technological inventions like those found in the works of H. G. Wells and Jules Verne, or real technological developments like the computer occurring at an earlier date. - Wikipedia 

Some examples of other steampunk:

As you can see steampunk has a very distinct look and feel. But if you are still wondering what the heck steampunk is, have you seen the movie Wild Wild West with Will Smith (horrible movie by the way)? Well all the gadgets Kevin Kline's character creates are steampunk designs.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

RIP Bea Arthur

Beatrice Arthur, the tall, deep-voiced actress whose razor-sharp delivery of comedy lines made her a TV star in the hit shows "Maude" and "The Golden Girls" and who won a Tony Award for the musical "Mame," died Saturday. She was 86.

Arthur died peacefully at her Los Angeles home with her family at her side, family spokesman Dan Watt said. She had cancer, Watt said, declining to give further details. 

Theme Song from Golden Girls
by Andrew Gold

Thank you for being a friend
Traveled down the road and back again
Your heart is true your a pal and a confidant.

And if you through a party
Invited everyone you ever knew
You would see the biggest gift would be from me
And the card attached would say thank you for being a friend.

Update: April 26, 2009 1:26pm

Check this wonderful blog post about Bea Arthur and the significance of The Golden Girls by Dr. Yolanda Pierce, Professor at Princeton University at The Kitchen Table: Thank You for Being a Friend.

Oprah doesn't have a weave

Oprah Winfrey silenced the questioners of the authenticity of her hair.

Oprah AFTER hair styling

Yes, many people believe my girl Oprah was wearing a weave (not that there is anything wrong with that). On Friday's show she set the record straight by showing a photo of her pre-pressed and curled hair (below).

Oprah BEFORE hair styling

Looking for Eric and Sookie fanfiction?

I just updated an old post about Eric and Sookie fanfiction (characters from Charlaine Harris' bestselling novels The Southern Vampire Mysteries). I list good fanfiction I've read and I'm sure Eric lovers will find enjoyable.

A cartoon by Alice Wack

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Love Has No Bounds [A Wonderful Story]

Photographer Romain Blanquart presented a photo essay showcasing the sad and beautiful power of love.
"Katie Kirkpatrick, 21, held off cancer to celebrate the happiest day of her life. Breathing was difficult now; she had to use oxygen. The pain in her back was so intense it broke through the morphine. Her organs were shutting down but it would not stop her from marrying Nick Godwin, 23, who had been in love with Katie since 11th grade. Five days later, Katie died."
Here are a couple photos from the essay:

The Ruthless Billionaire

All About Romance's news and commentary blog introduced me to a book titled The Ruthless Billionaire's Virgin by Susan Stephens.

Look at that title: The Ruthless Billionaire's Virgin.

Wow. My immediate reaction was I need to read this NOW.

I'm not a literary snob, I will read romance novels and the occasional Harlequin Presents. I do get a little annoyed at people who look "down" upon romance novels and/or people who read romance novels (just like I get annoyed at people who say they don't watch TV). There is nothing wrong with romance and fantasy. It's fun! And when someone is reading (anything) encourage them! I admitted my brief addiction to historical romance novels back in February, I'll Say It, I Like Romance Novels.

Anyway, this book piqued my interest and decided to do a little search for more "billionaire" books. Low-and-behold, amazon had 800 search results for the word "billionaire" in the romance category. Yes, 800! 

Even though I am currently on my quest to read all 60 Star Trek The Next Generation books (I'm on book #4 Survivors by Jean Lorrah - a Tasha Yar book), I might have to fit a couple billionaire books in the mix.

Here are a couple billionaire books I found:

Take–no–prisoners deal–maker Sean O’Banyon ate Wall Street financiers for lunch. So why was he losing sleep over a fresh–scrubbed nurse in old jeans and a too–big T–shirt? Maybe it was those warm green eyes. Or the way she blushed when he got personal. There was no denying the serious chemistry between them. But sooner or later Lizzie would learn his deep, dark secrets: First, he had trust issues. And second—he’d rather not go into the whole family thing. He didn’t do relationships…but amazingly, Lizzie made him want one anyway.

Duty demanded Max DeLuca take care of pretty and very pregnant Lilli McCall. She was carrying his late brother's baby, and every DeLuca instinct cried out for Max to protect her unborn child. But the cost of bringing Lilli under his roof was Max's carefully controlled emotions. Never had the billionaire experienced such searing passion and such a desire to cherish a woman. Then Max detected a secret Lilli seemed determined to keep hidden. Would the truth bring him to his knees...or send him running for the door?

A waitress by day and office cleaner by night, Kathy labors to forget her traumatic past. Until the evening when impossibly rich, ruthless and handsome Sergio Torrente takes her virginity.

It doesn't take Sergio long to find out about Kathy's damning history--or that she's carrying his baby. He cannot love her, but he will marry her and be a father to their child!

Actually, these books seem pretty silly. I might just stick with my Star Trek: TNG novels for now.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Blogs Are Saying...

A subject in the documentary Possessed: Just Mad About Hoarding

Gordon Parks cover of Life Magazine, he did a photo essay on poverty

Don't Food Stamps Sell Themselves?

I know a lot of people have profited off the "Obama" brand. Especially my neighborhood hair store (they have Obama hats, t-shirts, scarfs, plates, cups, posters, etc.). Even Hennessy launched a special limited edition of the liquor in honor of President Barack Obama (Hennessy and Obama - I got my drink and my two step).

But this ad made me laugh out loud. Look below:

It reads "President Obama got food stamps as a kid - and look where he is now."

Yes! They are using President Obama to encourage people to get food stamps. The photo above was taken on a Philadelphia subway platform by My Philadelphia Story (a wonderfully funny blog). 

Granted, I don't believe the Greater Philadelphia Coalition Against Hunger is "profiting" from Obama. I just think the ad is funny. 

My only question is, don't food stamps sell themselves?

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Alexander Skarsgard pens his "first time"


My current lust crush, Alexander Skarsgard (eye candy and still obsessing) wrote a short story back in 2002 about his "first time" (yeah, doing it - I'm so 7th grade here). It was suppose to be part of a book of celebrity sex stories. I'm not sure what happened to this book (still doing research on that one), but it's a funny little story.

Check out an excerpt (he's playing truth or dare):
Soon I got my first question. It was Malin who wondered how many I had had sex with. Some critical seconds followed. Should I tell about my innocence or should I act experienced? I answered eight. The summer before Lisen Jacobsen had shown me her bare breasts on a rapeseed field in Denmark, but we had definitely not slept with each other. So eight was probably more of a lie than a half truth. The guys, who knew I lied, nodded in agreement, the same way I did when they stretched the truth a little. The game went on for some time and then it died slowly down. One by one went out of the game.
Some went out and checked out a karate movie in the living room and others started to whip up chocolate mousse in the kitchen. Soon me and Malin were alone in the bed.

- What do we do now?
- I don`t know, I answered really fast.

We were both into making out a little, but I was way too scared to take any initiative. We had certainly made out a few times during the game, but it was way harder now when we were alone in the enormous bed. Malin saved me by asking if I had tried the new lip gloss with strawberry taste. I answered no and Malin pressed her glossed, strawberry tasting lips against mine. We kissed for approximately as long as the strawberry taste lasted, then she whispered:

- Let’s do it.
I got all sweaty and felt dizzy. Malin continued:
- But be careful. I’ve never done it before.

The emotions sprayed out of my ears.

I love that he was a stereotypical teenagers lying about how many people he had sex with. Ha! (My dad was right, all guys are the same.) I do like how he was so open to express his shyness with the girl. Anyway, it's a cute story and you can read the full story over at Alexander Skarsgard Fans.

UPDATE 12/13/2009 - It was brought to my attention the link to the story is dead. So I found the whole story and am pasting it below. Cheers!
With manhood and lost virginity follow a distaste for karate movies .
Alexander Skarsgård 22. May 2002

Malin came from Gustavsberg, wore pink mascara, smelled from Date perfume and could put a whole packet of Hubba Bubba with licorice flavor in her mouth.

I came from Södermalm, admired MacGyver, wore a bomber jacket indoors and shaved every day to make my beard start growing. It was late in the summer of 1991 and it was around ten in the evening. The atmosphere in the living room was tense. Malin and her friends sat lined up in the white leather couch while me and my friends were pushed together around the dining table which was situated at a comforting distance to the girls. Micke and Johan broke the embarrassing silence when they started wrestling on the floor. I felt good when something finally was happening and we all watched the wrestling match with excitement. The far heavier Micke immediately got the upper hand but the wrestling match came to a sudden stop when the combatants happened to roll over on Sara’s sprained foot. Sara suffered, Micke and Johan blushed and Malin, whose mum was a nurse, held a detailed lecture on the importance of keeping a sprained foot still. Putte, who loved to discuss, broke Malin’s lecture off. He claimed that his mum was a foot doctor and that a sprained foot on the contrary should be active. Wild debate arose.

I myself had no opinion on sprained feet so I went into Malin’s room and put on a Roxette record. Soon Micke came in and asked me if we could share a beer he nicked from his brother. We felt terribly cool sitting there sipping beer like Micke’s brother and his pals used to do. Micke turned up the volume on the stereo in the hopes that some of the girls would come in and see how cool we were. Soon Emma came in to ask us to turn it down. When she saw us drinking alcohol she started crying terribly and called us alcoholics. Micke comforted her and said that he could control his drinking (which, a few years later, he proved that he definitely couldn’t). Emma accepted this and she and Micke started making out.

Pretty soon they became breathless and we played Super Mario Bros. instead. Micke had just won when an excited Johan came barging in and told us that they were playing truth or dare in Malin’s mum’s bed. Anyone who has played truth or dare knows that it’s a wonderful game, because you get to hear a lot of half true dirty stories and you get to, most importantly, make out. A few seconds later I had joined the others in the bed. The half truths were already pouring out. Erik claimed, among others, that he had a girlfriend on Öland. This was a kindly put halftruth. Erik had certainly fallen in love with a girl he had seen in Borgholm some months earlier. The problem was just that she never saw him.

Soon I got my first question. It was Malin who wondered how many I had had sex with. Some critical seconds followed. Should I tell about my innocence or should I act experienced? I answered eight. The summer before Lisen Jacobsen had shown me her bare breasts on a rapeseed field in Denmark, but we had definitely not slept with each other. So eight was probably more of a lie than a half truth. The guys, who knew I lied, nodded in agreement, the same way I did when they stretched the truth a little. The game went on for some time and then it died slowly down. One by one went out of the game.
Some went out and checked out a karate movie in the living room and others started to whip up chocolate mousse in the kitchen. Soon me and Malin were alone in the bed.

- What do we do now?
- I don`t know, I answered really fast.

We were both into making out a little, but I was way too scared to take any initiative. We had certainly made out a few times during the game, but it was way harder now when we were alone in the enormous bed. Malin saved me by asking if I had tried the new lip gloss with strawberry taste. I answered no and Malin pressed her glossed, strawberry tasting lips against mine. We kissed for approximately as long as the strawberry taste lasted, then she whispered:

- Let’s do it.
I got all sweaty and felt dizzy. Malin continued:
- But be careful. I’ve never done it before.

The emotions sprayed out of my ears. Joy that I might be the first one among my friends who would loose my virginity and terror that I might fail and that Malin would see through my lie about my earlier experiences. Both my hopes and my fears came true. We had sex in the end and I was the first one among my friends. But Malin probably started wondering when I happened when I ruined two condoms before I even had them on. And when I tried to enter her somewhere between her knee and her hip she was pretty convinced that my earlier experiences were made up. She helped me and I found the right place.

Ten seconds later we were lying next to each other looking up in the ceiling.

- It was the first time for you too, right?
I lay silent a while but realized that I could not cover another lie.
- Yes, I answered embarrassed.
- Don’t worry, I won’t tell the others.

She smiled at me and I smiled back. We were lying there in the weak light from the billboard on the other side of the street and smiled at each other. I was a man and I smiled at a woman. And on the other side of the bedroom door the snotty little kids were making chocolate mousse and watching a karate movie.
Source [I Am Not Kidding]

Black Celebrities Discuss Election Day 2008

This video is 20 minutes long, but it's worth watching. It makes you feel all hopey and changey again. Do you remember Election Day?

Monday, April 20, 2009

I Want to Be Her Friend [Follow Up]

Back in February I wrote about a photo I saw over at the Sartorialist. It was a photo of a woman and for some reason I was intrigued by her and I mused about what she did for a living, I guessed writer.

Well the Sartorialist did a follow up with the woman and guess what? Her name is, Romney Leader and she's an associate fashion editor for So technically I was right!

Read her entire profile here.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

I'm Gonna Get Me a Pen Pal

For some reason I couldn’t sleep last night and was scouring the internet for anything, when the idea of getting a pen pal entered my consciousness.

Do you remember Right On! and Word Up! magazines?

When I was 11 years old I started a pen-pal relationship with a girl from Dover, Delaware, whose address I got from the back pages of Right On! magazine (I think it was Right On! or maybe Word Up!). Anyway it was a teeny-bopper magazine like Teen Beat or Tiger Beat for urban music. I can’t even remember the girl’s name, but we were pen-pals for two years, writing at last once a month. 

So I thought, why not increase my global friendship by getting international pen pals! Who doesn't love receiving handwritten letters? I think we often forget there was a time when the only way to communicate was in the handwritten form.

Air mail envelopes!

Viola! The website InterPals Penpals.

InterPals is a website which allows you to connect with people all over the globe for correspondence, cultural exchange and learning foreign languages.  The site kind of feels like facebook and myspace because you have a profile, people can message you, write on your wall, join forums and even chat. Once you connect with someone it’s up to you to arrange the snailmail (using the postal services) correspondence or simply have an email pen pal. Oh yeah, most importantly it’s FREE!

After one night, I’ve become friends with a girl in Germany, Netherlands, and Czech Republic. One of my “friends” has agreed to start our snailmail relationship (she actually gave me her home address to send letters).

I’m actually pretty excited about this, because now I have a reason to go out and buy fancy stationary!

But InterPals is not perfect. There are many trolls, scammers and people asking for money floating around. Many people try to hook up and get you to get them a visa or marry them (sadly this comes from many countries in Africa).

Here are a couple observations I’ve made about the site:
  • Many people from Scandinavia love heavy metal music
  • Many African’s always write their height, weight and skin complexion in their profiles (what’s up with that?)
  • The USA has MANY prisoners who are looking for pen pals (and relationships) and post prison photos (blue jump suit and all!)
  • Many people in Europe are learning Japanese
Anyway, I’m hopefully I’ll find some nice life long pen pals, but just to be on the safe side, I’m going to set up a P.O. Box tomorrow (don’t want any crazies with my home address).

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Snuggie Wars [What will you do to stay warm?]

First there was the blanket.

A blanket

Then the Snuggie.

The Snuggie (okay, I can see the benefits of having your arms free)

Then the Slanket.

The Slanket (similar to the snuggie, but different?)

Then the Sealpelt.

The Sealpelt (really?)

Then the Peekaru.

Peekaru (yes, this is a real product)

And now we have the Lippi Selk.

The Lippi Selk (it's a sleeping bag you wear)

Just waiting for the next thing in the snuggie wars. But I will admit, the Lippi Selk does look kind of cozy.

Source [Gawker]

Pearl the Baby Beats Up Will Ferrell Again [Funny]

I loved the first viral video of Will Ferrell and Baby Pearl in The Landlord.

Now they are back! With Good Cop, Baby Cop.

Watch Good Cop, Baby Cop below:

Watch The Landlord below:

Source []

Friday, April 17, 2009

Ashton Kutcher, Oprah Winfrey and Twitter Oh My!

Twitter has been a buzz since Ashton Kutcher decided to take the "man" on and get more twitter followers than CNN. His goal was to reach 1 million followers before CNN. He won. 

Then Oprah Winfrey, the queen of media decided to join twitter.

And the discussions about twitter started, people wondered if twitter was run by celebrities, or jumping the shark and if we should continue to count followers.

Here are some articles:

The infamous Twitter Fail Whale. You will see this image when twitter has "problems"

I kind of feel Ashton's million plus followers diminishes Twitter regular guy cred. I can't help but wonder can a "regular" person gain 1 million followers? And how long will it take for Oprah to get a million followers if she quickly gained 70,000 followers without sending out a single tweet!

But I can't lie I have fallen into the celebrity of twitter. I follow quite a number of famous people:

My twitter page

And to be completely honest, I am ONLY following them because they are famous. I just naturally assume (like most people) they may have more interesting things to share because they live the life of a celebrity. And some of the "celebrities" I follow, I'm not even that big of fan, I just followed them because everyone else was following them (yes, I can be a sheep at times too).

But I find the most interesting tweets from regular people and friends or reporters (I'm a big fan of Howard Kurtz and Jake Tapper's feeds). At times I get annoyed by the silly things the "celebrity" twitters I follow tweet. I mean all P Diddy talks about is "LETS GO" and having this imaginary "twitter party" or something. I don't even know why Rainn Wilson (Dwight from The Office) is so angry and most of his tweets confuse me. Or the celebrities who only tweet once a month (why even bother). 

On the other hand, some celebrities are wonderful at tweeting. For instance, Shaq often tweets his location and says he will give FREE basketball tickets to the first person who touches him. And Ashton and Demi really do fully embrace twitter by sharing their lives (seriously, they tweet a LOT). And Brent Spiner is crazy funny!

The good thing is twitter is truly powered by the users. Just today, a big trend was #unfollowfriday in contrast to #followfriday. #followfriday is a tag used to encourage people to follow people they find interesting. Of course #unfollowfriday is the opposite, you encourage people to unfollow people they, I guess, deem unworthy of being followed. Of course with recent events many people were encouraging people to unfollow Ashton and Oprah (I did not).

So even if celebrities are attempting to take over, I think the masses of regular people will keep twitter-land in check.

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