September 23, 2005

Quick Houston News

Well, most of my people that tried to get out did. A few turned around. I sure as hell hope they knew what they were doing.

Now, here’s the first tear jerker I’ve read so far. My goodness, that fire was terrible.

So, are they going to make all the lanes inbound when people try to get back? I have no idea what they plan to do with this one.

If you’re reading, have my number, got out, and I haven’t heard from you, give me a call, please.

Storm’s heading toward Port Arthur now. One of my sister’s lives there, but she got out. If you wanna talk about a city that I don’t think can handle something like this, that’s the one. For those of you without family there or who don’t like UGK, it’ll hit you right here–that town is buoyed by refineries.

Hope you’re sitting on half a tank or more.

And finally, I’m hearing people say that they believe that the storms are the wrath of God, a message to let folks know they need to start living in His/Her image. If that is truly believed, get your shit straight and keep it straight. I’m not taking anyone seriously on that unless they plan to stop getting laid and ridding themselves of some other unnecessary vices. Show God that his message has been heard.

For if you believe this is quasi-apocalyptic and aren’t going to change, I don’t know anyone could expect me to do anything close to the same when things are all gravy.

September 22, 2005

Lots of music

Okay, boosted this from she who does bucky nekkid cartwheels in a hyperbaric chamber. Swear to goodness, that’s the best blog name out there, if for no other reason than I could never get away with it. I have a love for anything anything I find interesting that I couldn’t do.

Either way, it goes like this. I went to musicoutfitters.com and brought down the top 100 songs of my graduation year of high school (1997). Now, the ones I like–and there’s a pretty low threshhold for liking something–are in bold. Guilty pleasures are italicized. Songs I don’t like get that good strikeout. If I don’t care, it gets nothing.

And there’s a chance this list may stop at fiddy. 100’s a lotta songs.

Let’s go.
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September 22, 2005

My bad

I just realized I hadn’t been able to tell people what happened with the donations I was going to collect. Basically, I talked to my buddy after I got to Atlanta–a couple hours after I talked to you, Dame–and he said his people had all they needed. After that, I wound up jetting across the country and crashing out and impolitely forgetting to let people know what was going on. I apologize for not getting in touch with people sooner, and I really don’t have much of a good excuse.

This storm is really starting to mess with me. I don’t think I’ll understand how I really feel about Houston. Today confirms it.

September 22, 2005

Last day of summer…sucks.

It’s the last day of the summer. I’d originally planned on doing a rundown of my favorite songs of the summer, but not today.

It seems that Rita has decided to bombard my hometown. Hurricane season is really messin’ up the groove, but the stories from the freeways of Houston are no good.
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September 22, 2005

What are you doing?

At 8:25a EDT, someone logged onto my site from a RoadRunner cable modem from Houston. Whoever you are, if you’re still online, do something right fast–turn that damn computer off and get out of town! Ain’t you heard there’s a hurricane coming? One of them cincos, man. Cinco!

My best friend from college has been on the road about ten hours, and he’s gone no more than forty miles. That’s like taking half an hour to get out of your driveway.

So, put the comptuer somewhere high and take your ass out of town. Best bet is somewhere in the country. Major thoroughfares are all bad.

BTW, thank you for reading. I’m very flattered. But the last words you see in this world better not be from Virtual Bomaniland. The shit ain’t that good.

September 21, 2005

Get Gas Soon

Lil’ Ol’ Me would never wanna drive gas prices up, but I recommend you hit the station soon.

It’s gotta suck to leave one storm to just run into a stronger one.

September 21, 2005

The Gubment as Dopeman

Here’s one courtesy of Ben, the one-time Red Stripe Reader of the Month.

All you boys slangin’ sacks, did you know that you might should be paying tax on that? Check this from the Kansas Department of Revenue.

Well, now we know how D.A.R.E. is funded.

That’s right–the dope man is supposed to pay excise taxes. If they’re not paid, tax evasion becomes an additional charge. If you get busted with dope, you’ve got an additional charge to mess with. This is the Al Capone case squared, and similar laws are in twenty-three other states.

But no need to fret, Nino. The Department of Revenue will not speak with law enforcement about these payments.

In other related news, the Kansas Department of Revenue will be selling bridges on eBay. If you believe they won’t dime you out, I’d love to try to sell you the Dean Dome. I got the keys on me right now.

Trust, folks–the Man will get his regardless. However, don’t try to tell me they really care about stopping dope. Theoretically, it brings in scrilla.

September 20, 2005

Reppin’ for Africa?

Yo, notifications are back. I saw me traffic drop a bit without the notifications, and that’s no good. So, if you want off the list, speak up now or get one of these once a day.

You’re welcome, BJ.

Either way, click this here and let me know if this qualifies as representing for the Motherland. Warning–this pic involves some female nudity, though nothing that will make you flinch. And the point of the pic isn’t to broadcast the nudity. It’s just too funny.

Reminds me of a great story, though.
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September 19, 2005

Condi Comes Back to Virtual Bomaniland

Business redux–if you didn’t see, yesterday’s update has a link to my piece on Houston. Enjoy.

Also, MattSoReal’s got pics from the Bun B video shoot on his blog, including one of me interviewing ESG. You know where he is–HoustonSoReal.

Moving on, Condi Rice was the subject of my first full post on this blog. That was when Ted Rall referred to her, in his political cartoon, as a house nigger. I found it to be pretty funny, and I thought the charges of racism were misguided. I was amazed that Rall got it and used the absolute perfect term to describe her. I didn’t know white folks were up on that house/field nigger thing.

Well, now we’ve got this one at the University of Florida, and I’m not feeling the same way.
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September 18, 2005

Houston and the New York Times

Business…here’s the piece I did for ESPN about my trip to Houston. Enjoy.

For enjoyment crossed with insanity, check this little number game. Be careful doing this at work. It’s addictive.

Now, check out this one from Frank Rich in the New York Times.

Why this piece? One, because it’s pretty good but, second, because today is the last day op-ed pieces will be free in the Times.
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