can't stop, won't stop...

And the Obama momentum continues...

On Thursday, February 12, 2009 Captain Rachelle Jones (on the left), First Officer Stephanie Grant (right), and their two flight attendents Robin Rogers and Diana Galloway made history as the very first all African American female flight crew! The dope foursome operated Atlantic Southeast Airlines flight 5202 from Atlanta toNashville and flight 5106 from Nashville back to Atlanta.

In the immortal words of Puff Daddy- Take That, Take That!

there are no words...

Hmmm... so do you remember when that videotape of a 2 year-old girl being raped by a grown ass 34 year-old man mysteriously popped up in the Vegas desert about two years ago ? It was around the time all those little girls were being kidnapped and murdered across the country... and there was the intense nationwide manhunt for the dirty looking white dude with greasy hair and those nasty looking striped bed sheets?

Then when the authorities finally located the all the parties involved it was real nightmare operation- something like at the time, the girl's mom was broke and homeless. So they were crashing at some random girlfriend's crib for a couple of weeks. The guy, Chester Arthur Stiles was the friend's trifling live-in boyfriend and he raped the baby while the mom and the friend were out kicking it. Or something real 'Gone Baby Gone/ trailer-trashy mess like that...

Anyhoo, don't ask me why I taught this sicko was already locked up under a jail but apparently he was just sentenced yesterday afternoon. Mmm-hmm, dude is looking at 22 felonies that carry multiple life prison terms in addition to an upcoming federal trial for producing child pornography that when he's found guilty will carry a sentence of 15 to 30 years. Good luck.

You know, if they're not gonna send Chester the Molester back to God for a do-over ('cause some folks really do need their interventions directly from the Big Homie) then I really hope they release his ass in to general population. NO, not because I want to see him tortured (although that is definitely a bonus) but rather because this is NOT where I want to see my tax dollars at work. I don't want this scumbag to have a private cell, separate meals, take a shower at a different time, scratch his balls, not one damn thing different from all the rest of the folks I'm already supporting.

like chewing foil....

Soooooo, did ANYONE enjoy the premiere of Harlem Heights last night? Anyone, anyone, anyone? No seriously. Cause I swear 'fore God, that was nothing short of a complete waste of 52 minutes in my life. And the fact that I stayed up well past the 9.30p bootcamp bedtime makes it just THAT much more upsetting...

Granted, I am VERY proud of my fellow FAMU alum Randolph Stiurrup, who co-created and executive produced the project. I know it was a very long road and I certainly hope to see many additional projects from my fellow Rattler. But let's keep it all the way real...

Was that not the slowest paced reality show like EVER? The whole thing felt like water torture. I mean, exactly how these kids are supossed to be part of the same crew when they clearly don't know and/ or hate each other??? Cause there's stretching the truth and then there's straight up lying. And the birthday party with 15 people in Covo's big empty room. I can't...

Not for nothing, each time Landon swirled his little neck around all I could think was, 'is this fool high? Or gay? Or both?' Mmm-hmm. Note to the big chick from down south who fell out when Obama won... will you please settle down and stop being the bull in a china shop? You ain't scurred of nobody- we get it. Next. Pierre and Christian as Harlem's sexy 'it' boys? Yawn. Oh and good Jesus, if BET doesn't hire better writers for back-stabbing ass Bridget's voiceovers I gonna have to duct tape her mouth closed.

Honestly, the only characters worth watching are: 1)corner boy turned wanna-be community activist Jason (that is as long as his mouth was closed.... As soon as he speaks my nerves get bad. I want you to conjugate some verbs every once in a while, okay honey?) and 2) desperately clinging to my 15 minutes of fame Brook (esp the scene where she was trying on clothes in the N Boutique. How you gonna be the shit talking flychick while you're wearing the blatantly mismatched drawers??)

Although I did love the janky KFC ad. Why? Cause that pretty much summed the entire show up- straight tomfoolery.

party over here...

Can I tell you? I love me some snow. Okay wait, let me be a tad more specific- I do not love cold weather, dirty slush, treacherous driving conditions, or the stink in the subways that inevitably accompany a snowstorm BUT I do love me some winterwonderland-esque snow days. Sigh.

And guess what? This blissful day right here is THAT much better because super dope journalist/editor Juleyka Lantigua (if you don't know the byline you better get to googling), included me in her latest Republica Update blog post "Afro-Latinas to Celebrate During Black History Month"!!!

Yes maam, I'm all up on there with Rosario Dawson, Gina Torres and even Rita Marley. Mmm-hmm, betcha didn't know good ole Rita was Cuban, did ya?

Take notes and feel free to spread the good news...

too much time and money...

Err-um, can someone please explain to me WHY a bra for men has become the hottest selling men's underwear item on a new Japanese lingerie e-commerce site?

No forreal, forreal. I mean, those of us who have had the pleasure of visiting Japan or shoot, even strolling around Soho on a sunny Sat will agree that young Japanese women and men tend to be a little more... How shall I put it? Um, fashion forward in their clothing combo choices than most? But this right here is taking it to the limit.

Puh-lease watch this Reuters video report. How crazy does this man sound, talking about he likes the tightness and the feel? Lord...

Jesus ring the bell, I'm tagging out.