Excuses, excuses....

for why Supa can't get any writing done...

(picture of the Pooch saying "rub me, dammit!"

....the Pooch lays all over the laptop!!

Plus - it's been cold. It snowed in LA a few days ago. Colder here than in New Year City! Unfuckingbelievable.

Happy weekend, stay beautiful! And warm.

Supa Sick Wrap-Up...

Since Supa's been on her back for the last seven plus days (and not in the FUN way), she's got some quality tv-dvd-movie watching and book reading under her belt!

Quick wrap-up as follows:


Walking In Circles Before Lying Down(book), by Merril Markoe


Quick, funny, interesting read. Main character is a sarcastic witty chick from a fantastically dysfunctional family. Bitch got issues! Makes shitty choices in men, and then begins to hear her dog talk - that's when everything hits the fan. Story takes place in LA.

Supa gives it a B-.





Bad Education (La Mala Educacion) written and directed by Pedro Almodovar. Foreign flick by one of Supa's favorite Spanish filmmakers. Also starring that Mexican hottie Gael Garcia Bernal. (Ai', papi..) The movie had been sitting in my TiVo queue for months. Finally watched it. Eh. It was ai'ight. Liked Talk to Her and All About My Mother much better. C--


Capote, starring Phillip Seymour Hoffman. Wanted to watch about the dude who wrote my beloved Breakfast At Tiffany's. The Theraflu musta kicked in, 'cause I fell asleep.

Grade: ????


The Devil Wears Prada....ummm... Hated It. Next.

Grade: F----------


The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou

Okay...Supa is in love with this flick!!! Love love love. Love Bill Murray. Love the characters, the script, the acting, the quirkiness of this whole film. Love. Am watching it as I type. Love.

Grade: A++++++



30 Rock on NBC starring Tina Fey, Tracey Morgan, Alec Baldwin.

This show is fucking hilarious. No shit. It comes on tonight, so watch it.


PS - Blogger Fam, Supa knows she's done a muy terrible job of checking in on all her peeps blogs lately, please forgive, and rest assured that she's been up to very wonderful, time-consuming things and will let you in on it all very very soon!!!

PPS - Hell naw I 'aint pregnant or gettin' married. Ya'll should know better than that.

Stay fabulous! Stay tuned!

Theraflu Junkie....

Man...just when Supa started braggin' that she hadn't been sick since this...she had to go out on New Year's Eve thinkin' she was all cute with the chesticles showin' and declining appropriate outerwear....(and got sick!), and now she's been laid up ever since. Gah! Oh well. Might as well get this lil' bout of the sniffles out the way, 'cause the '07 is gonna bring BIG BEAUTIFUL THINGS!

'Aint that right, Blogger Fam!! Done already claimed it. (PS -Supa is toiling away on a big big project that she will unveil very shortly...) Until then, Happy Prosperous Exciting New Year!!!

Oh, and update: The trial has now been postponed until March. (bastard got another continuance) Guess the universe knew I wasn't ready yet. I'm relieved. Gives me more time to...heal. Prepare? Whatever.

Supa, out!

Happy Holidays (and Puberty) at the Supa Pad....

So Supa and RR#2 were getting all primped and ready to indulge in some after-Xmas shopping this morning, and we so just happened to bump into each other while getting dressed - post-shower. (only one downstairs bathroom - growl.)

Interjection: Supa was well aware that The Girl (RR#2- now 12 and a half) had been growing her "buds" since late summer. However - Supa was ill prepared to witness the growth happening uh....down below.

Let's resume.

So Supa, fighting a case of wicked case of naseau while witnessing her youngest child's blossoming womanhood, fell swiftly into liberal mom mode and began to (again) blithely discuss with The Girl, the wonders of becoming a young lady, and how to honor and take care of oneself physically, emotionally and otherwise, and all sorts of other female womanly shit, blah, blah blah.

All the while, Supa couldn't wait to get on the horn to advise, plot, and plan with RR#2's daddy - The Supa-Ex. (divorced 7 years. Now we're BFF)

Conversation as follows:

Supa: Okay listen. Our girl's growing her pubes. The buds - I know you knew. But the pubes. Did you know that?!?

Supa-Ex: Nah. Damn. I didn't know that. But...how would I know that? She doesn't even let me walk into the bathroom when she's in there!

Supa: (mindlessly rambling) Yeah, so I figure she's got about 5, 6 months tops before she gets her cycle. I mean it's ok...we've been talking about this stuff since she's was nine...we knew it was coming. Damn. Our little girl is growing up. So beautiful. I think I'm gonna be sick.

Supa-Ex: Well, Supa. We're doing a good job. Been schooling her early on. And it's a damn good thing I carry a nine for a living. I'll pop a cap in a fool's ass, any knucklehead even think of touchin' my babygirl. What you wearing?

Supa: Pink pajama pants and a boy-beater. Sittin' in front of the fireplace.

Supa-Ex: Panties?

Supa: Yep. Black bikinis. But bra-less. Titties all loose.

Supa-Ex: Oooh...

Supa: So, have another one of those daddy-daughter talks, okay?

Supa-Ex: No doubt. I'll handle it. She'll be fine. You'll be fine...

Supa: Hey, you know they just killed that mufucka Sadaam? I mean, I turned on the news at 6 and they were still transferring his ass. Watched a movie, turned the news back on, and next thing I know, they done hung his butt!

Supa-Ex: Pour out some liquor!

Supa: Gangsta down! Is there a heaven for a "G?" Think he kickin' it with Tookie?!

Supa-Ex: No tellin'. So, hey. Duty calls. Car pursuit on the 405. Gotta bounce. Turn on the news.

Supa: Okay, Supa Daddy. Handle ya biz. I'll flash you if I see ya.

Supa-Ex: (sigh) Pubic hair, hunh?

Supa: Pubes. Our little girl...

Supa and Supa-Ex: Goooddd daaamn....

Supa: Later, Mr. LAPD. Don't beat nobody's ass.

Supa-Ex: Take your panties off.

Supa: Pervert. Tell your new wife to take her panties off.

Supa-Ex: Aw, that's cold-

Supa: CLICK.


Happy fucking holidays!!

Love,

Supa

Celebrate....

(my favorite Jamaican sunset)

....the spirit of being alive! Happy Holidays and all that good ish!

(Thanks for all the words of wisdom, compassion, and encouragement
on the last post, Blogger Fam. Much love.)

Real Talk

"everyone who loses somebody
wants revenge on someone..
on God if they can't find anyone else..."

I'm thankful school's done! (for now) So, now I can get back to things I've long neglected; like washing the car, catching up on laundry, re-embracing my & others blogs, watching the Ti-Voed episodes of 30 Rock and Nip/Tuck, ironing out the wrinkles in my social/romantic life. Catching a movie. Downloading some new music. Being able to chill, for a minute.

Reflect. Absorb.

But, yeah. It's also that time of year. The time of year that demands a certain amount of holiday cheer that I can't seem to muster. The same time I usually flee, unable to fake it, and take refuge on a Carribean island where I can wrap myself in warmth and thoughts and memories of years past.

For the last four years, since mommy died five days before Christmas (2002) and my little sis's murdered body was found in the woods (2003) - both on December 20th - I just haven't been able to deal with the holidays. The island of Jamaica has been my sanctuary. It's a tradition for which I've been graciously thankful; Christmas in the Carribean. Sadness, rum punch, and a tropical sunset seems so much easier to bear. But I won't have the luxury this year. Too many things going on. Good things, positive things...though for a variety of reasons, I'm forced to stay put. (much to the disappointment of a certain dreamy-eyed Jamaican cutie...hey George) *wink*

But on the real. School has kept me constructively distracted over the past few months. Distracted enough for me to not obsess over the fact that my sister's murder trial is set to start in a few weeks. Imagine that. I still come home and have to remind myself that I can't call her, to let her know I got an A on my anatomy exam. To ask her to help me take my braids down. To bitch at her about something or another. Big sister shit. Why hasn't she called? It's been three years and I still have these crazy lapses. Same thing with mom. Starting to wonder if it'll always be this way. Death and loss are such a mindfuck. Repeatedly trying to adjust to the new normal..

But, yo. Some strange shit has been running through my head lately. Like - am I really ready to face this muthafucker down in court? What would happen if I just didn't go to the trial? I'd swore I could never step foot in the state of Georgia, ever again. On the soil where my sister lost her life. And now I'm supposed to get on a plane and go there for a criminal trial? Could I do that? Or...could I live with myself if I didn't go? Fuck. Will I be able to conduct myself if I do?

I mean, I've worked real hard on cleansing myself of the anger, hatred, malicious revenge plots and hopes of a violent prison-style sodomy rape against this dude. Lately, I guess you could say I've slowly approached a feeling of wavering indifference. (on a good day) But I suspect it all might change if/when I'm in the same room with this fool. I mean, this fuck drove my lil' sis to her death. Plotted the whole thing. Escorted her out his car, then shot her in the back of the head with a 9 millimeter then rolled her down a ditch. Stripped her naked then covered her with leaves and left her to die. While she was six months pregnant with their child. Belly showin' and everything. A little niece I never got to see or hold. I'm still angry. Not as fucking angry as I use to be, but still pretty pissed enough. Still hurt, on a more than a few different levels. My soul is definitely lighter, but don't misunderstand. I'm still working on that "forgiveness" shit.

Am I ready to face all this? (the trial) Can I live with myself if I don't....I just don't know, ya'll. I've been in a real good space lately, and having to revisit all of this in a concrete way is giving me mixed feelings.

Life is a wonderful tragedy.

Sheeiiittt...

A cyber round of mojitos for everyone!! 'Cause ya girl handled her bizness and pulled down an A on her anatomy final. Oh, excuse me - A +.

Whaaat? Yep. Supa was able to intelligently identify and articulate why the cardiovascular process is a closed-looped system and what role the intercostals play in the respiratory process and the myriad of functions of lattisimus dorsi and quadratus lumburom and what muscles are synergistic and antagonistic and blah blah BLAH!

I ACED THAT SHYT!!! In the immortal words of Lester Burnham: It's a great thing when you realize you have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do...

So, gotta go reward myself with some new boots now. Like these or these or these. Heh. (Supa is soooo glad that shit is OVA!!!) Yes! Yes! Yes!!!!!

Thanks for the love, Blogger Fam. And anon - if you want your prize, hit a sista up on email.

Supa the Schoolgirl....

That's right boys and girls, Supa is furiously studying her azz off in preparation for this week's final....and the shyt is no joke.(!!) Like, I didn't realize when I signed up for this course, that I'd end up being damn near pre-med. But it's all good. I'ma cram this whole semester into my brain within the next few days, then miraculously forget it all once the test is done. (ha! not really) Wish me luck!!!

Meanwhile, Supa's got a lil' something fun for ya. I will send a complimentary copy of 3P to the first person who can answer these questions: (1) What are the muscles of scapular stabilazation and EACH of their functions, (2) what's the strongest muscle in the body, and (3) define the ASIS and where it's located.

(does all this make your head hurt? welcome to my world!!!)

GO!!!!!!

Author Bebe Moore Campbell, Dead at 56

Man. Got home, checked email, and wasn't ready for this one! Bebe Moore Campbell was a favorite in this household, my mom loved her work, and my auntie just finished 72 hour hold. 56 years old? So sad, but she lived passionately and blessed us with her talent. Prayers to her family, friends, and all who knew and loved her via her writing.

don't be afraid your life will end
be afraid it will never begin

Live large and wide, Blogger Fam...

Legal Gangstas

wonder if every time

they shoot a black boy
we shoot a cop
every time they kill a black man
we kill a cop
wonder if the accident rate
would go down expotentially...
~Nikki Giovanni
[paraphrased]

Condolences to Sean Bell, his family, fiancee, children & friends

Nigger
Can you kill
Can you kill
Can a nigger kill a honkie
Can a nigger kill the Man
Can you kill nigger
Huh? nigger can you
kill
Do you know how to draw blood
Can you poison
Can you stab-a-Jew
Can you kill huh? nigger
Can you kill
Can you run a protestant down with your
'68 El Dorado
(that's all they're good for anyway)
Can you kill
Can you piss on a blond head
Can you cut it off
Can you kill
A nigger can die
We 'aint got to prove we can die
We got to prove we can kill
They sent us to kill
Japan and Africa
We policed europe
Can you kill
Can you kill a white man
Can you kill the nigger
in you
Can you make your nigger mind
die
Can you kill your nigger mind
And free your black hands to
strangle
Can you kill
Can a nigger kill
Can you shoot straight and
Fire for good measure
Can you splatter their brains in the street
Can you kill them
Can you lure them to bed and kill them
We kill in Vietnam
for them
We kill for UN and NATO and SEATO and US
And everywhere for all alphabel but
BLACK
Can we learn to kill WHITE for BLACK
Learn to kill niggers
Learn to be Black men

~ The True Import of Present Dialogue, Black vs. Negro
Nikki Giovanni

Hot Damn!!

Supa is way past excited. And why, you implore? Because RR#1 got a J-O-B!! Yessss. Supa will now be accepting incremental payments from boychild to apply toward excessive grocery consumption over the past 17 years.

I'm infinitely more excited than he is, okay? Got me ironin' his work shirt & keepin' up with his work schedule and shyt. Say it loud and proud, young man: WELCOME TO BURGER KING, HOW MAY I HELP YOU!!

sheeeiittt...Supa 'aint got NO PROBLEMS ganking some of that minimum wage chedda. Ha. But even betta than alla that - I'm proud of the lad. Oh we've had our moments, but despite it all, RR#1 has blossomed into a delightful and decent human being. Even though he still regularly neglects to flush the damn toilet after he's pissed in it, oh, 'bout three or four times. Disgusting, right? Yeah. We go 'head up ova that shit.

But Supa loves that kid.

stay tuned. (big grin)

My Favorite Bigot...

"Cracker? You call me a cracker-ass, nigger?"
~ White Boy Who Speaks His Mind, circa 2006

KKKramer! You racist fuck. I kinda liked your ass.

You know, I'm always intrigued when folks seem to spontaneously lose their mutha fuckin' minds. In public.

I'm sure most of ya'll have seen and heard by now, Michael Richards aka Cosmo Kramer said some racist shit he's probably been dying to spew on camera his whole fucking life. Whatever, yo. What you gonna do. We let the word nigga fall out our mouths like it's the thing to do, so I can't even get in KKKramer's ass about that one. That shit is a wash, far as I'm concerned.

But it's Supa's humble opinion - when you start to talkin' about lynching a black man, then gotdammit you betta watch ya back.

At any rate. If Supa got upset each time a jew white boy voiced how he really felt about black folks, she'd never have time to enjoy her melanin-enhanced life. Let alone, shop for cute shoes.

So fuck 'em.

PS - I'm still trynta figure out if these were authentic urban brothas who were the recipients of this tirade. The dudes from around my way woulda put this fool on his back. I'm just sayin'.

The Big Three Hunnid!

my whole life is real

morning, noon, and nights is real
what I spit and write is real
my own life is ill!
a fantastic beautiful mess
a [sista] in america, the usual stress
life goin in every direction
but rewind...
~ Mos Def, "Life is Real"

So check it. It's ya girl Supa's 300th post. (whaaatt?!) Wow. Dammit, what a journey. And I've been trying for a whole week to write a post and touch on everything I wanted say. But you know what? I couldn't. It was just too much. The happenings of this last year (the good, the bad, the all of it!) are just too broad to be contained in one post. So hit up those archives!(and more new news to come.....)

Just suffice it to say that Life is Real! Ya girl has come a looonng way. I'm grateful. For real for real. Peep my most recent gratitude list:

good health
RR#1 and #2
my ride-or-die family and friends
waking up in the morning
being off work and really enjoying life
being in school
Sassy
the ability to feel and think and write
the new friends I'm making
the new things I'm learning
the new life I'm leading
being single and happy and free
being able to pay my bills
living in this country
having options and infinite possibilities
being me
having a house, a car, a computer & a comfortable life
books
this day

And I'm grateful to all the readers, lurkers, regulars, friends, fam bam, lovers, and haters who help keep my supa cyber-world spinnin'.

Real talk. Love ya'll fools.

btw- what's on your gratitude list?

Supa, out!

Happiness is...

Seeing your Pooch smile after you finally break down and buy her some doggy stairs.

Shut up.

Quotable: V for Vendetta

V has been Supa's latest movie obsession. It's intelligently wicked...on so many levels. Go peep it. Movie review to come. Sidenote: Supa truly feels she shoulda/coulda played Evey (Natalie Portman's role...) Don't they know colored girls can be revolutionaries too? Ha! Somebody betta ask somebody....

Anyway. Some fly ass quotables:

"Our integrity sells for so little...but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch, we are free. It is small, and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having.

"People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people!"

"An idea can change the world."

Have a great weekend, Blogger Fam..