Archive for the ‘Jig Lit Review’ Category

You Too Can Be President (of Def Jam)

Tuesday, July 11th, 2006

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What are you doing reading this blog? You are wasting your time coming to this website. You could be doing far more productive things like reading KEVIN LILLES’ book. The stories and anecdotes delivered in ‘Make It Happen’ guided JAY-Z to the presidential suite at Def Jam Records. It taught IRV GOTTI how to launder money and stay out of prison. Even JA RULE learned to stop shoving hamsters up his arse.

There is nothing good going on over here unless you are a hater.

THE INTERNETS GOT ALL-STAR GAME

Monday, July 10th, 2006

holy trinity

The All-Star game in Major League Baseball gives you a chance to see rising stars that play in towns that regularly don’t visit your locale. Living in New York, it gave me the chance to see KEN GRIFFEY, Jr. and VLADIMIR GUERRERO before they would hit the bigtime.

I want to use this moment to introduce you to some of the blogs that I visit regularly that bring their special game to the internets playing field. I predict some of these cats will go to the mainstream media machines big leagues one day and you can always say that you knew them when…

TECH WHORE
Beware the Deuno is one of my all time favorite posts.
tony gwynn

kirby puckett SHE REAL COOL
Whenever I am being a mysognist pig I get a visit from JB and she checks my steez.

BETTER THAN YOURS
JEROME BAKER’s blog is an influential site for any bloggers on the come up. Skateboards, sneakers and new car speakers. BTY is cooler than you are.
ken griffey jr

mike piazza GLAMAZON LIFE
Glamazon Life is an L.A. based entertainment industry insider spot. Everything isn’t based on Hollywood at her site, but when she goes Hollywood, she goes glamazon.

SNEAKMOVE
These cats drop music and lifestyle info that I live for.
nolan ryan

reggie NO DAMN LIFE
ThatGirlTam’s latest incarnation on the internets. Me and Tam go back like lawn chairs.

THE RAP UP
Hip-Hop journalism chopped and screwed from the heart of Texas. Plus here is where I copped most of my STACEY DASH Playboy mag pics.
pudge rodriguez

sammy sosa START SNITCHING
Still the internets best blog title.

TRAPPER JUAN
When this blogger isn’t taking care of stray rescued animals he’s reviewing kung fu flicks.
ozzie guillen

ricky henderson MODEL MINORITY
From the Bay to Brooklyn, Model Minority is trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents.

AMADEO SOGNI
Thoughtful rants and under control hate spew from this brother’s mind.
rod carew

pedro martinez SUPA SISTA
My homegirl SOUP is part of the Los Angeles collective called the West Coast Blogging Hotties. Ask her to send you some of her pics of her wearing sandals. Hotness.

ZILLA SAYS
ZILLZ is one of the places that makes me laugh out loud. “What does it smell like?” is going to be a feature on this site in the near future.
young manny

carlos delgado Mr. KAMOJI
KAMOJI?!? Put Rebel Mag on the air already.

BIOCHEMICAL SLANG
You need to visit this spot more often because he drops some dope posts and he searches YouTube for some of the rarest music videos that you have never seen.
thurman munson

george brett TONY’s KANSAS CITY
TONY is a good buddy of mine although we have never hung out. I dig the way he focuses on politics and economics inside his hometown. If America is taken over by Mexicans I hope we make TONY el presidente.

NAH’ RIGHT
Nah’Right is a beast on the web scene for Hip-Hop news and views. His internets crack got these rap stans turning into strawberries (late 80’s lingo for dope fiends).
donnie baseball

the rocket OH WORD!
Oh Word! is the thinking man’s Hip-Hop blog. Hey RAFI, send me my DILLA shirt.

CRUNK & DISORDERLY
C & D is like having Thanksgiving dinner with WHITNEY HOUSTON, FLAVA FLAV and TRINA.

Everyday.

ozzie smith

albert pujols BYRON CRAWFORD
The internets begins here. This is still my favorite spot on the web to talk crazy shit since Comedy Central shut down their message boards. KANGAY WEST reads this site religiously. Nullus.

BILLY SUNDAY Reviews ‘Superman Returns’

Monday, July 10th, 2006

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I guess we all know what the ‘S’ stands for now.

FITTIDDY CENT: Ghetto Humanitarian

Saturday, July 8th, 2006

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Just when I wanted to throw FIFTY CENT under the bus he ups and demonstrates that he has his eyes on more than just another gold chain. If rap music were a game of chess then FIFTY CENT would be like a young BOBBY FISCHER to JAY-Z’s older and more conservative Russian, PETROSIAN. In brokering a deal with Apple Computers head honcho STEVE JOBS, FITTY managed to prove me wrong on two fronts.

The first is that he is a vacuous and shallow celebrity. FITTY CENT has made several transactions that show his perspective extends beyond the confines of rap music, but inside those deals he has maintained the framework of his Hip-Hop character persona. It wasn’t CURTIS JACKSON that negotiated the deal with Glaceau’s VitaminWater, it was FIFTY CENT. Just like it was FIFTY CENT who reached out to Apple Computers to see how the synergy of their brands could make headway into bringing computing into neighborhoods that don’t normally receive those experiences. For this alone I may have to give FITTY a pass until his next shitty movie drops.

The second reason that this deal shuts my mouth is that I didn’t imagine that Apple Computers would be progressive enough to associate themselves with the perceived raw Blackness that 50 CENT’s music transmutes. STEVE JOBS looks like he’d be a lot more comfortable around BEN HARPER or DARIUS RUCKER, maybe even a LENNY KRAVITZ, but certainly not FIFTY CENT.

Damn, that nigga JOBS must have hell’a iTunes he needs to sell to the suburbs.

BILLY SUNDAY’s BEACH PARTY PIX!

Saturday, July 8th, 2006

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It wouldn’t be summertime if your cousin BLU CHEEZ wasn’t at the beach, or the pool, on on the strip. And it do be a strip now f’real though.

The game stay the same, it’s just the names that changed.

These young ladies were just about to express their artistic sides during the Jones Beach Greek Picnic Traffic Overflow.

nasty road

The Jones Beach Greek Picnic Traffic Overflow was created when too many people were going to this event the last Saturday in June. The Jones Beach Greek Picnic was established in the early 1980’s by some enterprising university jigs.

They pooled their connections using their New York State fraternity charters to secure the westernmost area of Jones Beach. The event became so popular that it attracted peoples from as far away as Texas. The folks that got up early enough to get to the beach before traffic were treated to a summer car show like no other. There was hell’a stuntin’ and the folks that like to watch it. Game is going down constantly in every direction you turn. You will see some old classmates that have their swagger hanging out the bag. For that afternoon the beach hosts the flyest motherfuckers that you ever seen, like a 60inch Zenith, please believe it. Someone is going to get fucked well that evening and wouldn’t you love to be her/him? Hell to the yeah!

nasty road

When the traffic along the Southern State Parkway had become a parking lot, vehicles began to exit the Parkway at Nassau Road a/k/a ‘Nasty Road’. It is a depressed strip of Arab owned grocery stores and old school Chinese restaurants before they all went to bulletproof glass and Yi Ping hot mustard. For one Saturday in June, once a year, this avenue may be the surburban ghettos equivalent of ‘Prom Night’.

The peacocks strut up and down the avenue as if they were on a track. I just hold my position in one area and I let all the fun come my way. Girls will pass by you three, four, five times as they aimlessly walk the strip. Sometimes I ask a pretty girl which lap she’s on. It’s cute to watch some girls practice their walk for the first time in heels and a bathing suit.

These young girls were the classic ‘two fer ones’ and ‘one or all’ type beatboxes that you look for on this strip. My homie is a jake and we had his truck parked behind us in the parking lot of the Roosevelt McDonald’s. Dude wanted to take them back to the truck to beat fire out these ho’s. The only problem I had was that I am in my thirties now, and not my teens, or even my twenties. I can’t really see myself beating out anything that young when there are so many veteran chicks that have the delicious Power U spread and they won’t get me knocked for cheap thrills.

If that young, supple, firm coochie that has the faint smell of baby powder and pee pee is your thing then by all means do you if she consents. I just don’t want another 15yr old on my resume.

nasty road