The First 100

So, while the country and pundits pontificated about our illustrious pres' first 100, there was a whole lot of mess going on in the world of those who partake of the bubbly grape!

Damn if that predictable Obsessed did not score more than a few million at the box office, despite my review. I knew it would manage to get a few women folk and their somewhat reluctant male companions to cough up some dough. Oh well. Not mad, just would like to see some better Afro chick flicks is all. Speaking of chick centric flicks or shows, what's with the Chronicles of Zane on Showtime? Sorry, for I digress. But that show is wack.

So, Nas and Kelis have called it quits. Humm...didn't take Madame Cleo to figure that one out. Cheating. Sex tapes. Ill behavior. Verbal abuse. Talk of taking folks to the cleaners. Oh well. Next.

Popeye's runs out of chicken and the blogosphere goes into overdrive. My people, my people. Have you not learned from the hundreds of other Black folks gone wild, that someone is watching you and therefore, you should watch what comes from between your lips??!! Mad because Popeye's is out of chicken and they don't understand you have kids to feed???!!! Get your behind down to the Heart Attack Grill, they'll happily clog your arteries with a Coke and a smile.

VH1 has been accused of exploiting Black women. OK. So, someone twisted the arms of all those women who willingly swapped spit and other DNA with Flav, Chance, Real and Ray J. for free, without a dental dam, insurance plan, doctor in the house or an attendant from the CDC? Not saying that VH1 is not milking a good thing, but before we place all the blame on them, let's be honest and shoulder some of the responsibility.

Celtics and Bulls. Yeeeesss! Hotness. Still miss Jordan, and no matter the new faces of the Celtics, I will always root for the other team.

Hip Hop still sucks. Let's bring talent back.

Deuces. I'm out.