Wednesday, January 31, 2007

I know I got skillz man, I know I got skillz

Not one, but TWO Shaq songs popped up on my way to work this morning. UNbelievable. And the one referenced in that title wasn't even one of them. In the interest of full disclosure though, it IS one of my cell phone rings. Which may or may not have gone off really loudly in my 9 a.m. Corporations class last year. Twice. In the same day. I rock so hard.

I really don't have anything important to say. I'm just having quite possibly the best hair day of my life, and wanted to document it.

I intend to watch the Nets tonight from one of my favorite downtown NYC bars. It is one of my favorites because I can play beirut there. And I have dominated in very convincing fashion in this venue. Currently I'm looking for more challengers for this evening...I'm in the mood to make a night of dominating. Really, I just like to say "dominate." DOMINATE.

Started questioning my moral character last night when I was suprisingly happy to see the return of "To Catch a Predator." I used to get all uppity with people who chastised me for watching, saying that I was really just happy to see these perverts get caught and punished. But last night I realized there's a mild feeling of glee that goes along with it too. My thought process is sort of like, "Ha ha, you thought you were getting some sweet 13-year-old ass, but now you're just going to jail...I LOVE YOU, CHRIS HANSEN!!!" OK, not really, but...well, they're pervs and they get what they deserve...and they also get humiliated in the process! Maybe it's exploitative and voyeuristic, but...whatever dude, these assholes get what they deserve. And if anyone finds this site by searching for "sweet 13-year-old ass," I am SO turning you over to Chris Hansen. (Note: Dear perverts, I am kidding, I do not really check that sort of thing...please do not stalk and kill me. Thank you. Love, Becky) 8-year-olds, dude....

I'm not a NASCAR fan, never have been...I don't even think I know any NASCAR fans. Except for maybe a certain Saigon Whore who claims to be a fan, although I never saw her watch any NASCAR in the 1.5 years I lived with her. I think she just likes the idea of being the most unlikely and attractive candidate for the "white trash" label. But I digress. All jokes and criticisms aside, I have to gives immense amounts of proppage to ESPN. They set one of their "NASCAR on ESPN" commercials to "For Those About to Rock" and I will be goddamned if that commercial didn't actually make me think for a second, "Hey, I should check this out." Behold the power of AC/DC. (Get it?) Well played, ESPN.

My Super Bowl could get a little ridiculous. There's a $40 all-you-can-eat/drink thing at this one bar...but it doesn't start until the game starts. But to get a seat I'll have to go at like noon...which is fine, since the Nets play at noon and there are a couple other good NBA games to get me through the day. But combine the Nets-stress drinking with the pre-SB all-day-in-a-bar drinking with the during-SB try-and-drink-your-money's-worth drinking and then throw in the psychotic Bears fan contingent at this place and...well, if I make it out alive, I'll be sure to tell the tale. Or whatever I can remember of it.

OK, there is something that has bothered me for a really long time, only I've never brought it up to anyone. So it has just been nagging at the back of my mind for years now, and...well it's time I cleared the air. Because maybe if I talk about it, I'll feel better about it.
Here goes...
You know that song "Money Ain't a Thang" by Jay-Z and Jermaine Dupri? One line in this song has bugged the heck out of me for a long time now. A search around the various lyrics web sites turns up 2 versions of the line:

I'm the truth like air, got the proof and stay

In the safest shit you could never

Know why? Cause I write the songs that the
whole world sing

I don't know bout y'all but every night I

I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay

In the safest shit you could never

Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole
world sing

I don't know about y'all but every night I

Now I have listened to this song many many many times, and I am 99.999% certain JD is saying the latter. And you know why this bothers me?
If freaking RAPPERS can't get the nicknames right and I can? Something is seriously askew.
I just needed to get that off my chest. Thank you.
You may now enjoy the video, which includes the 3 C's of great videos: Cars, Cash, and Cooch.

Update: Congratulations to Marcus Williams for his VERY prestigious selection to the Rookie Challenge team. Excellent choice. Please do not let him be traded by then (or at all). He might be my favorite active Net right now, or at least a close second to my love, Boki.


MWCB said...

Entertaining. I should keep a running blog of reading your blog. Paragraph by paragraph, it'd go like this:
1. Oh no, not "that girl" who pretends like we're the weird ones for staring at her after her cell phone goes off.

2. Pictures, please.

3. Let's not forget the world domination fantasies. ...and then they ask me to be Secretary-General of the UN, but I say "Only if you change it to "President-General", and they do. The END.

4. Chastise, now there's another underused word. Especially when drawing out the second s, as in CHastiZZe.

5. I got it. Sadly.

6. I think your strategy is pretty clear; do the drinking early, pass out after the Nets lose on yet another VC defensive mistake, and wake up for the second half of the Super Bowl. Lebron isn't playing Sunday anyway, probably.

7. I'm kind of embarrassed to admit I got this far; let's pretend my attention wandered and I didn't read anything else. Um, yeah.

Grimey said...

I think Jermaine is actually using "the truth" as a compliment rather than a nickname, as in "I am a very good rap artist/producer, just as Allen Iverson excels in basketball."

Plus, he probably didn't want to say "I'm 'The Truth' like P.P."

Dat RoRo Kid said...