Showing posts with label bullshiznit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bullshiznit. Show all posts

Thursday, September 04, 2008

20 (something) Questions...

1. How's this big, beautiful, zany world treating you, Blogger Fam??!?

2. Who else still wonders if Tony Soprano actually got whacked, or is off somewhere living his ficticious, sociopathic life?

3. Sarah Palin? Really?

4. Why can I text all day everyday and night, yet get severely annoyed when someone attempts to reach me by making an actual voice-on-voice cell phone call?

5. What, is God mad at Haiti?

6. Where the fuck's Osama?

7. Do we change, or just become more fully who we really are?

8. What's up with this fetish I have: the male species and sexy accents? Whether it be Portuguese, British, Punjabi, Inglewood, Welsh, Australian, Compton-ian, Italian, Russian, East Los Angelese, Brooklyn, et al? (Not German. Or Dutch.)

9. Who else believes aggravated battery is the appropriate punishment for lazy ass folk who get on an elevator to ride one floor up or down, in like a 20 story highrise? Just me?

10. How come alcoholic beverages taste so good?

11. When September rolls around, who else starts wondering what the world would be like if Pac was still in it?

12. Will I ever get over my irrational Clive Owen crush? Considering I’m newly (and obsessively) infatuated with Bruce Wayne/Bat Man/The Dark Knight/Christian Bale? (He had me at The Machinist)

13. Why is it nowadays when I’m enjoying some bass-banging, inane, totally ignorant rap music in the whip, I turn the volume waaay down at red lights & stop signs - so no one else can hear what I’m listening to?

14. Does Supa still love hip-hop?

15. Should I be concerned that my dog appears to be lesbian?

16. And that while playing on the sofa, she attempts to include me(more specifically: my arm or leg) in three-way humping sessions between her girl stuffed rabbit animal, herself, and me?

17. What happened to the days when having a mediocre case of obsessive-compulsive disorder was explained away with cute little savory quips such as: “creative,” “special,” “organized,” "different," “quirky,” “eccentric,” “given to harmless fits of agitation,” “anal retentive,” or simply “control freak?”

18. What happened to the “Love Jones” movie sequel?

19. And where the hell is Larenz’ fine ass?

20. Is it evolved, pimpalicious (thanks D), or disturbing to have a get-together at a posh bar and invite three of your ex-boyfriends to come hang? And they all show up?

21. And they chat and drink together, while you’re wilding out on the dance floor sandwiched between two random dudes; and you wink at said ex's while throwing up the peace sign?

22. Who else is considering a move to Canada if this November shit doesn’t work out right?

23. Can you say “American Psycho?”

24. Who else cringed while watching (and reading) this fool’s amazing, disgusting, sadistic fall from grace?

25. And who else now thinks four, five times before sending those raunchy text messages to the co-worker you’re (halfway thinking about) fucking?

26. How grateful would you be if today, you lost everything – and then tomorrow, got it all back?

~ Supa, out.


PS- Sorry for the junky formatting, either blogger or my new laptop is triipppin'

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Dear M.Night Shyamalan:

You failed me...you failed me!
~Vincent Grey, "Sixth Sense"



What....Happened?


Yes, M. Night. You failed me. I'm taking Vincent's side on this one. Gee , and I thought we were pals? (I gave you a pass on Signs. And the lady who's still in the water.)

Then you go ahead and do this. Traumatize people much?

Thanks for setting me back approximately two months worth of therapy and Pinot Grigio. I am currently in de-stress mode by watching cartoons, stroking bunnies, and thinking only good thoughts.


But I won't forget about you. Movie review to come....

Monday, May 14, 2007

Holy Shit, Man...

Dude. The Soprano's...Oh, Christophur!

As RR#2 would say - OMG!

I must say, it's almost disturbing how much emotional investment I have in this motley crew of totally fictional muthafuckas...but the writing, acting, and production on this series is phenomenal. These sociopaths are my guilty viewing pleasure.

Only 3 episodes left..So what's gonna happen to Tony Soprano?? (hit up the new poll!)

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

So Much News, Such Little Time To Blog...

But let's start with this...

"Calm down white people, stop going crazy over Don Imus,
ya'll are still in control." -Spike Lee


Don't know about ya'll, but I always thought this fool was suspect. Didn't even have to listen to his shows to know he was an old-school bigot. Straight up vintage. Shit don't bother me. Personally, Supa likes to know her deep-seated sexist/racists right up front, no beating around the Bush. Meanwhile, it's kinda interesting how hip-hop got pulled up into this Imus mix....might be apples and oranges, but I do know that when folks demean and denigrate their own (*cough cough* present day rappers *cough cough*) then everybody feels like they can do the same. And in the eloquent and succinct style of this dude:

That's all I'm gonna say about that.