Xpinionated

Oddly Enough News Article | Reuters.com: “A woman receiving treatment for diabetes at a state-run hospital in eastern India lost one of her eyes after ants nibbled away at it, officials said on Tuesday.”

See, this is exactly why I hate ants! The poor woman can’t really sue since it doesn’t sound the hospital has riches worth going to court for….

Okay, now that 50 Cent owns hip hop and pop radio, I must admit that I cannot stand this new-age Mace.

Reason 1: Reason 1 is actually pet peeve 274. I can’t stand when a person’s mouth is never closed. I’m talking in a won’t shut up kind of way. No, I mean, physically their mouth is never closed. Like a venus fly trap awaiting pray his mouth is always slightly open…I know he has big teeth but really? Never closing your mouth can’t be healthy…

Reason 2: He is not a great lyricist. Hell, he’s not even that good. ‘Same two step with a little twist….’

Reason 3: Has he ever rapped about anything? I mean I know you have to put those three or four songs on your album that are made for the radio\club but usually there is something of content on your album….usually….

Reason 4: He feels responsible for Kanye West’s success. No, the reason for Kanye West’s success is variety. Even though he’s sampled more than a fat kid at Baskin Robbins, at least he is talking about something…from Sierra Leonne to Golddigger, at least he’s reaching people on more than just a Dre beat.

I’m sure if I didn’t feel like I was adding to 50 cent’s buzz by this post, I could continue until the wee hours. However, I feel like reading now….

Last night I had a dream that I was playing with two babies. I don’t know if they were mine or not but I was very much into playing with these two kids. They were probably around 2 and I can’t remember if they were twins or not.

I’ve noticed that I find myself smiling quite a bit at the site of babies and toddlers lately (still don’t like teenagers).

Unfortunately, spam has now hit comments, guestbooks, and so forth. That is part of the reason there have been less posts on here. I miss the response from the sparse readers I have but I was starting to receive comments daily from people (used loosely) trying to sell me penis enhancement creams and prescription drugs. And quite frankly, the side effects weren’t worth it.

Maybe I’ll put the comments section back up here and see if Blogger will do anything about it. If not, I may have to at the very least restrict commenting to only other blogger users.

Artist: Lil Kim or Foxy Brown (sound the same to me in my ol’ age)
Song: Put your lighters up (may be just the chorus, whatever)
Lyric: I come from Bedstuy, where niggas do or they don’t die….
Stupidity: People do or don’t die everywhere, it’s kinda the cycle of life. Or living and not living. I woke up this morning and was lucky to ‘don’t die’, so far anyway….I’m confused what do dying or don’t dying have to do with Bedford Stuyvesant in particular….well I’m gonna get back to don’t dying now….