Liberation/Shooting From The Lip*

There is something about leaving a job that is, well, liberating. I kinda hate to even use the word liberating because in no way do I want to liken being at a job that I grew to dislike, to real world struggles and oppressive situations where people give their lives for freedom, but damn if it does not feel good to be gone!!!! I'm going to rock with the hyperbole for the moment, walk with me fam.

The Champ is officially living the life of the fabulously unemployed, atleast for a little while. It was a good run at that place for some time, but as many of you have heard me say; all things end badly, otherwise they wouldn't end. There were a good deal of positives in that situation, mostly the people. Many of the adventures that you've all read about in the last year and a half occurred while with people that I met at that outpost. I'll keep in contact with many of them so I won't use this forum to rip it to shreds, but there were also a great deal of negatives. The negatives began to outweigh the positives and thus the Champ had to get his Main Source on.

So, what will The Champ do now to pay rent? As always there is a plan, but we will get into particulars at a later time and date. Hold off on the telethon (unless you are fine with me taking your dough to the Benz dealer) for the moment, I'll holla if things change. While on hiatus, I shall concentrate on better seeking The Kwan. For those that are uninitiated, I present an operationalized definition. Dare I say, that we can all use a little more Kwan in our lives. Get yours!


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While I've hard a little time to think and examine all that I survey, I have some thoughts that I need to share with you all:

YouTube is officially the shit. Who needs Tivo?? Everything you can think of and more is up there. Enjoy it now while it's free. Remember I told you that about Singing Fool!!!

Is there anything more huff than that Chicken Noodle Soup bullshit? I know that it's not for me, but it further solidifies that as much as I love music, I could never work in the music industry. This "song" is officially the most Huff shit of the last 5 years. I thought that nothing would ever top Nelly in the "Shit that would make me swing on someone if I were a music exec" category, but ladies and gentlemen, we have a new winner. If you get a collect call from me from The Tombs, I saw some of the people responsible for this song in the streets and acted accordingly.

I ran across an old Kelly Price video recently and could not help laughing hysterically as I remembered how Da Grinch use to say that she was crying chocolate sauce. I can't help but see the irony in that her record sales delclined more rapidly than her weight. She went and got skinny and can't give CDs away. That's a really sad commentary on the state of contemporary R&B. Everyone doesn't have to like chocolate sauce streaming down a bunny's face, but damn, can't a chick that can carry a tune get some shine?? These current "R&B" chicks are pathetic.

I've seen the new Kelis and Beyonce videos recently and I must say, Beyonce could not be as sexy as Kelis is if Beyonce outright did porn. And when is she going to stop that whole roll around on the floor thing in her videos. That is the worst video cliche this side of Cristal.

When exactly did King magazine jump the shark?? I mean, it went from Piff to Huff in no time. One second Toccara is on the cover and the next, shit's Huff. Can it be revived or will Show put it's foot on King's neck, forcing it into a grave?

From the Ghostface, "Damn right I fuck fans" files, there are a couple of bunnies associated with my former employer that I, how shall we say, want to get to know carnally. I beleive that I shall venture forth into the great unknown in a quest to bed these buxom wenches! (That was for the person that likes to tell me how crass I am instead of clicking that little x in the upper right hand corner. I can't wait to read the email I get following this!!!)

The new TV season is upon us and while I tried to give The Wire a chance, HBO On Demand would not acquiesce. At the urging of the Brooklyn General, I tried to watch it, but HBO On Demand is my one channel not working. Could this be a sign?

Is it a good or bad thing that the UPN no longer exist? I'm going to say good thing with bad repercussions since a good show like Everybody Hates Chris is now on Sunday nights at 7:30 and I no longer get to ogle Rachel True once a week.

There doesn't seem to be much in the way of new shows that interest me. I guess I will be putting Amazon Prime to good use this fall/winter.

Who is Remy sleeping with over at Fox?? How did his show get picked up for another season???

It's just about time to trim those summer flings!!! Do we all have our Fall/winter rosters set? (If this went over your head, you may need to log off the computer for a little while. Otherwise, I will do a fall roster/slang editorial for the uninitiated in the near future.)

Speaking of which, you all do know that you can leave comments here right?

I know that there are a few weeks left to the season, but I would like to take this time to say I told you so about the Mets, Phillies, Yankees and Red Sox.

Only in Harlem would an Granny pull out a problem solver on a would be mugger. See why I can't leave???

I think that the church lady version 2.0 has officially quit me. I haven't heard from her in a good month. Is there a deacon sweeping that pew now? It's only right, I wasn't treating her right.

I'm in the process of being stalked and not in that, Heather Headley type of way. I have no history with this girl. I decided that I was never going to call her again after the one time I called and got her voicemail and it said "Option 1, if you are a liar, phony or disrespectful, hang up. Option 2, please leave me a message at the end of the beep." It took all I had not to leave her a message that said "Option 3, get over that shit ma, get over it!!!". Instead I chilled, but to make a long story short, she doesn't want me to chill. I foresee bad things here. If you call me and don't hear from me for a few days, drop by the crib and make sure I'm not strung up like ol' boy from Misery.



*Yes I jacked Mike Lupica for his title.