Remember When: Redhead Kingpin was doin the right thing?
...and...for the Halloween heads...
Remember When: You'd take a field trip to the pumpkin patch, get a hay ride, go pick out a pumpkin, take it home, cut it, clean it, and be geeked cause you had your very own pumpkin?

“Wiggle your big toe…wiggle…your big…toe” ~ Uma Thurman as *bleep* in Kill Bill

Kill Bill was raw as hell. Uma Thurman’s character from Kill Bill has been catapulted into the ranks of one of the most go-hard heroines in cinematic history. Yup…right up there with Ziyi Zhang’s Jen Yu from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon and Sigourney Weaver’s Ripley from the Alien trilogy. She even beats out Geena Davis’ Charli Baltimore from The Long Kiss Goodnight. Quentin Tarrentino is an ill dude, man… So, Kill Bill is not for the weak of heart! Probably the hardest line I’ve heard in recent cinematic history is something like:
“I can say without ego, this is my finest blade. If you should come across God on your journey, God will be cut”. How gangsta is that?!?!?! Not to mention, it was frickin’ Sonny Chiba who said it…what?! Oh, with Gordon Liu in the background…what?! For those into martial arts flicks…that’s big man…really big. Not to mention David Carradine is “Bill”, who sounds an awful lot like Christopher Lambert (Collin McCloud from Highlander fame and Raiden from Mortal Kombat I) now that I think of it…or at least in this movie. Forgive my rambling…movie geek moment. Yo, if you like for real ass action flicks…go see Kill Bill!

Can anybody translate the second half of Bru's message/bored entry for today? I think he's been drinking on the job again...

My mind is telling me no!!
But my body...my body is telling me yeee- es!!
Iiii- I- I don't want to hurt nobody!
But there is one thing...one thing. I must confeee- eee- eeess!!! The Rrruh

Why is this guy still making sooo much money??? Dude, he told us back then he had problems. We knew about the whole Aaliyah thing, back when she was 15, and cats was all like, "Naw man, it's just for publicity". Shi- it...it's for perversion. Anyways...I've never been a big fan of R. Kelly, although I thought the third LP was ji' cool on some mellow out shit. Frankly, dude can't write in my opinion. He'll occassionally write something...nice, but nothing profound comes to mind when I think of R. Kelly. Can't front tho', all the songs I've heard on the radio from the Chocolate Factory cd have been HOT! Still don't like him though...pervert. On another note, after talking with other folks, I see I'm not the only one who feels bad for not being able to help but like the "Step in the Name of Love" song. That shit is just dope... I do wonder tho', would Marvin be flattered...or offended?

On another note...in attempt to prvent verbalizing profanity just for the fuck of it...I think the word "dude" will be my new euphimism for "mothafucka", or mother fucker for you proper blokes. I mean, "dude" will still mean dude...it'll just have that extra meaning for me now. Think about it...
"This dude (muthafucka) still owes me $20, man"
"Dude (muthafucka), you are trippin'."
They're completely interchangeable. And...you can say "dude" in place where you can't say...well, you know. Hey, let's do a Remember When...

Remember When: You'd sing your favorite songs back in the day, and switch the words "he" for "she" or vice- versa, just so the song woul apply to you and you wouldn't come off "funny"? Or, you'd find ways to trade your name for a like-sounding word, like "Lee" for "me"?
Remember When: "Funny" was a common terminology the old- heads used for gay people?
Remember When: "Gay" was a descriptive terminology that encompassed both the male and female gender?
Remember When: R. Kelly married Aaliyah...that dude is a pervert...

Click here for his bio.

To quote Steve Harvey (back in the Apollo days), "Before I go another further..." Let me say what's up to Kristy Sullivan. Shorty, had not been checking the Writer's Block because the damn thing is supposed to email me every time someone signs it. Wasn't getting any emails, so I figured cats weren't really signing it. My bad!!! No dis, just didn't know. So, hope everything is square like kindergarten juice boxes at snack time. Cool? Cool.

...Saturday Kung Fu theatre and the actors from Breakin I and II?

Remember When: Dominos delivered in 30 minutes or less, or you got $3 off your pizza?
Remember When: Bucwilde wrote for The Source magazine...y'know, back when it was a good magazine?
Remember When: Cartoons were on in the afternoon from 2:00- 5:00...on Fox and DC 20 (now UPN)?
Remember When: Yo! MTV Raps went off the air?
Remember When: Fox's most viable programming consisted of In Living Color, Married...with Children, and The Simpsons, all of which came on Sunday(s)?

Moving is never fun. So, wondering why I was so deficient on journal entries…? That’s why. Getting geared up for the big transition. Advances and setbacks. Finally getting a move date locked in. Praying every thing works out. Waiting 6- 7 weeks for it all to happen while imagining the worst, and praying for the best. Moving. Four days of grueling moving. A lot of which I did myself, I might add. Friday was the move date, but Public Storage hadn’t given me a specific time as to when they’d be dropping my stuff off. Which is silly, especially since they want you to close out your account and pay all monies to them 1- 2 weeks in advance. I had to call them the day of the move because nobody had called me in the morning like I was told they would do. “1- 4”. That was the time they gave me for delivery. Wow. That would be great, if I hadn’t hired movers to unload the damn containers. Seeing as tho’ 1-4 is too broad for them, I had to give the manager at Public Storage hell. They switched me from last on the schedule to first. Great, now only if you guys gave me ample warning, I could have told the movers, who are now in Virginia doing a job because PS took too damn long. Scoop my homegirl Helena and my little cousin Toya to help with unpacking, but more so for company so I don’t flip out. Moving tends to bring out the worst in folks…
Because all I have in my place is my stereo stuff, and a the stuff I loaded my Explo up with, we didn’t do much but listen to music and talk until around 6:30 when the movers got to my spot. Cool. Let’s get going.
Open up crate one…awwwww damn!!! These fools that packed my stuff into my container (from PS) put my bedrails against my expensive as hell leather couch, hence causing a laceration in said expensive as hell leather couch.
Aaaaaw Damn…why is the alarm going off…That shit is loud as hell. Aaaaaw damn! The alarm shut off the elevator. Awwwww, damn!!! The fire department didn’t turn the elevator back on before they left. Oh, well, time to soldier it up the steps fellas… By the time the movers got there, Iwas already running on fumes sine I hadn’t eaten that entire day. I managed to down two slices of Hawaiian BBQ chicken pizza from Papa Johns (which is frickin great by the way) just before the movers got there. Oh look, it’s 9:00. Pay the mover. Great, still gotta drop Helena and Toya back off. Head to Lynn’s, as she will be helping me tomorrow, and I don’t want to have to make a trip into DC tomorrow just to come right back.
Saturday, pack up the truck with the items that have been lurking in corners of Lynns apartment for over a year now. Hit up Lowes and get blinds for my crib, as they were discarded prior to my moving in. $133 spent on blinds. Oh, there’s a Wal- Mart. I can get my bookcase…and my desk…and a chair…oh, and I need a lamp…Wait, Wal Mart has blinds cheaper here…$214. I don’t need these blinds from Lowes now, $88 back in my pockets. Oops, forget my wallet at the returns counter…I need some sleep. Back to the crib. Unpack, organize, reorder, adjust…waitaminute…is my marble table cracked?! “Hey Lynn, that a crack in my table?” I knew I wasn’t crazy. Put my chair together. Organize…trash runs galore…Damn…it’s 5:45…gotta get you back to DC for your play rehersal. Ring (actually vibrate…I don’t like my phone to ring if it’s on me…don’t need that attention, y’know?) “Hello?” “Lee, we are going to leave for your fathers birthday dinner at 7:00, okay” “I’m on my way to DC, I have to shower when I get back, but I’ll do my best…”
Medieval Times is pretty damn entertaining. That’s where my father had his birthday celebration. You eat your dinner with your hands, and they have jousting and a whole medieval soap opera planned out. Left that joint around 10:30. Shoot to DC again to get my helping hands (Lynn). I put together my desk being the restless obsessive compulsive neat freak I am. Went to sleep after some cleaning around 3:00.
Up at 8:30. Put my bookcase together. More organizing. More trash. Bye Bye 3- disc changer…I’ll miss you Trash! This printer is a paper weight…$40 for an ink cartage? Trash! Old desk that looks tacky and is cheap as hell…Trash! Meet up with Brother- in- Law to get another load of stuff from my Moms crib. “Hey Dre, that look like a crack in my table to you?” Roll out to my Moms crib, leaving Lynnbehind enemy lines to straighten out the fort. Get to my Moms crib. Dre talking trash to my stepfather creates impromptu games of HORSE on the court in the back. Okay, let’s get back to work. Come back with the world in my truck. Unload, eat pizza…watch the Creep Show? Yep, a DVD I now regret buying because of all the movies I have, that’s what was chosen by Lynn and Dre.
Drive to Lynn’s crib after Dre leaves so she won’t have to get up early to get to work. Leave from her spot 9:30 Monday Morning.
“Hey…I’m coming to get my stuff”. Guerrilla tactics ensue to load up my truck, even more to unload it. Repeated calls to public storage for marble table and couch issues… Hmmm, my file cabinet shouldn’t be here…it’d be better there. Move…organize…adjust…etc. It’s almost 12 midnite….awwww Damn!

Okay...hold up. Why did Meshell Ndegeocello just release another LP?! Her pattern has been to release a project once every three years ('93, '96, '99 & '02), but she must have been feelin it to drop this joint "early". Wow. Have to cop it. Not only is she a dope artist and musician, but she also reminds me of Donya. FYI- Donya could mimic "Outside Your Door" to a tee, boy... So, have to cop that joint, like yesterday. From what I heard, it sounds dope. Oh, and it's a love album. What?! See, Bitter was a love album, too...but it was mad melancholy. This joint is on some spaced out shit. Lovin' it...

Wazzup peoples...aight, homecomin' for me was ultra low key, but that was cool, honestly. I have been going through, and preparing for some big transitions, so chilling, even during homecoming, is cool with me. I got a chance to see folks I haven't seen in a bit...(Buju B, and Dio included...and big Drock...oh, and P man! You know you're large when the P man is the scene. Anyways, still a couple days left to the dry spell in my journal, but, I'm trying to write something you know. I honestly haven't been writing much of anything lately, and what I have been writing, is not poetry. For some reason, rhymes have been coming to me lately, not much, but still noticeably more. Songs too, but, I'm more accustomed to that. I have some very big annoincements to make, just have to get things set in stone before I do. Bare me with me okay?
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Okay, so the purpose of this little journal entry really isn’t for my personal edification, but more so for yours. In short, my lungs still draw breath freely without the assistance of various gadgets and machines (sorry Lee haters). I am still around, although I have been pretty much mia on the art scene for the past month and a half. The reason? Well, I had been saying for a while that I was going to chill out from the scene for a minute, but always got sucked in with a friend featuring here, or doing a show there. So, it really came down to the kid having to fake out on a usual good time @ java head. Once I did that, I had motive to keep fakin’ on shit, and as I did so, people seemed to be less bothered or aware of said faking. On the personal side, a lot of big things are happening, good and bad, so I have to kind of tend to those and the poetry second feel me. For those I have grown accustomed to seeing on Thursday evenings or Saturday evenings, I miss ya’ll… But, I have to lay low a while longer. As far as the journal goes…I’ll be getting back into my normal furious mode of massive entries soon, but I have about another week of slim pickins…but…wait…I guess I can try to sneak one or two joints in tomorrow, and homecoming is this weekend, so I’ll probably have a story or two on Monday… Okay, so I guess we’re cool on the entries for now. Please keep coming back…Hey, pretend you haven’t seen some of my art or poetry before…I don’t know.
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