Our Jersey homegirl Digital Femme had a link to these images on her TWitter timeline so I grabbed up the ones that made me feel that kind of way.
Disney characters revisioned for adult viewers.
*rubs hands together waiting for Cruella DeVille nude pictorial*
It couldn’t last forever could it? I mean, the internets was going to have to die at some point, otherwise we wouldn’t grow. We’d just continue in the status quo. Last week Byron Crawford announced what is essentially the end of his website. He’s decided to leave blogging at ByronCrawford.com to people who couldn’t carry weed for Ron Mexico. I don’t mean the real Ron Mexico, I mean Michael Vick.
Except for Jimmy Valentine. That guy’s good. [ll].
Bol’s retirement from his own website kind of reminds me of Michael Jordan’s retirement after the Bulls beat Phoenix in the Finals. And then his dad got merc’ked. And then we found out that Jordan had a serious gambling problem. I’m not wishing any of these things on my internets buddy Bol, but I wonder why he would step away from the game he has mastered instead of just waiting until someone finds him dead on the toilet?
If that was good enough for the king of rock it should be just fine for the king of the internets.
But the real question is what will the rest of us do? This blog shit is awesome fun, but the pay is shittier than a truckstop watercloset. I’ve vacillated on quitting my blog several thousand times. The point is that I can’t maintain the pace that I would like and within that pace I can’t produce the editorial quality that I think y’all deserve. I would’a been done kill’d myself already except I have a horribly low tolerance to pain. But this blog is gonna have to die someday soon.
What’s left for the writers and the dreamers?
TWitter.
The way the Cavaliers quit on their coach lastnite it will be a small miracle to see Mike Brown on the bench for game 6 of the Divisional playoffs. I don’t think LeBron is any closer to signing with the Knicks tho’. I’m pretty sure Cleveland will throw the kitchen sink at him for the contract renewal. Cleveland gets bupkus without LeBron James.
My boy Stalley was back in his hometown a few weeks back when he shot this video at a Cavs game. Creative Control is killing the game now with video content. Take a look at this clip they put together for his ‘Do It Big’ single.
David Dallas is an artist from New Zealand. He’s come to the States a couple of times and tried to get up with the kid but my schedule has been bananabread. The last time he was in NYC I told him to meet up with me at the RapRadar 1yr anniversary. Thanks to his height and good looks [ll] David got into the party without a problem, but I almost didn’t. Thankfully Elliott Wilson pulled me inside the shindig.
Anyhoo…
David threw me this track and asked me to give it a listen. I like it. It’s part motivational and part resolution. The beat is from the RATATAT archive so it has that synth x guitar bounce. I like it.
David Dallas – ‘Til Tomorrow’
The NBA playoffs are in full swing so I thought I could take a minute of your time to remind you of one of my favorite players to come out of St. John’s University. MALIK ‘SILKY’ SEALY was a credible college player and a reliable pro roundballer until his life was cut short by a drunk driver.
Bronx born, MALIK was the product of the NYC Catholic school system and I cheered for him when he decided to remain home to play college ball in New York City. This was the kind of character that MALIK represented throughout his life. He never lived as a ‘me first’ player, but he accepted the role when it was handed to him. MALIK was selected in the first round of the 1992 draft. In his eight years in the league he established his value as one of the players that you wanted on the floor in the waning minutes of a ball game.
MALIK was on his way home from a birthday party held for his then teammate KEVIN GARNETT when his car was hit by a vehicle moving in the opposite direction on the wrong side of the highway.
I like the possibility of KEVIN GARNETT coming to the Knicks in the off season. K.G. owes New York City biggtime since he is indirectly responsible for the loss of two of our beloved favorite sons, MALIK SEALY and CONRAD McCRAE.
Rest in peace my brothers. I will be cheering for y’all again when I get on the other side of the game.
