what old school african women find valuable

1Now when the queen of Sheba heard of the fame of Solomon, she came to Jerusalem to test him with hard questions, having a very great retinue and camels bearing spices and very much gold and precious stones. And when she came to Solomon, she told him all that was on her mind. 2And Solomon answered all her questions. There was nothing hidden from Solomon that he could not explain to her. 3And when the queen of Sheba had seen the wisdom of Solomon, the house that he had built, 4the food of his table, the seating of his officials, and the attendance of his servants, and their clothing, his cupbearers, and their clothing, and his burnt offerings that he offered at the house of the LORD, there was no more breath in her.

5And she said to the king, “The report was true that I heard in my own land of your words and of your wisdom, 6but I did not believe the reports until I came and my own eyes had seen it. And behold, half the greatness of your wisdom was not told me; you surpass the report that I heard. 7Happy are your wives! Happy are these your servants, who continually stand before you and hear your wisdom!”

2 Corinthians 1-7

the women are happy, everyones sporting sweet threads, and the fact that Solomon had a deep spiritual relationship with God knocked her off her feet.

why do we love cute things?

we know we shouldnt. we know its a trap.

anniston was so in love with pitt.

cub fans are so in love with wrigley.

fish are so intrigued by the worm on the hook.

LA is so beautiful it tricks you into believing that bad isnt so bad because look at that palm tree next to it.

check out that car.

i think the main reason i liked Prince of Persia was because i had no idea what it was about and zero expectations.

it was able to be judged all on its own.

the only thing i knew about it was that jake gylllenhall was in it. didnt know the director or that bruckhymer had anything to do with it.

i hadnt even played the video game it was based on.

but it was good. surprisingly good.

on its own.

it wont win any awards, it wont win the weekend box office,

indeed it will probably soon be forgotten and tucked away into disneys deep vaults.

hidden behind cute things

forever.

lord stanley’s cup is being fought over

at the madhouse on madison

Vinny: will the blackhawks finish it off right and win the cup? or will the curse of Hossa keep them from the cup?

theres only one curse hanging over chicago. the blackhawks will play with their prey a tad but ultimately make mincemeat of the flyers. the hawks are too big, too fast, and too funky.

Gage: What was the first song that really made you feel something when you heard it?

even though zeppelin four was in my moms record collection next to are you experienced, it wasnt until i heard dirty deeds on the Loop 98 in chicago. it made me feel scared. and i loved it. its dynamic, evil, funny, ominous, but a perfect example of young young & scotts affinity for double entendres and wicked threats.

it cut through so much of the malarkey being shoved at us on top 40 radio

Mike: Who has a better chance of landing Oswalt/Lee the Dodgers or the Cubs?

the dodgers owner is going through a messy and expensive divorce. i dont expect a man who has suddenly lost half of his everythings to go on a shopping spree for a property that probably wont return the investment any time soon. the cubs however are sitting pretty.

Kurtis: If you had to cruise around the country to write the american novel, what would you drive?

theres only one vehicle i would consider for such an assignment:

’56 vette convertible. and look, theres one for just $44k

Matt Welch: My mom just wrote her first book at age 71. When are you going to interview her?

when she ghost writes your autobiography.

timmay!!!!!:
1) how many games will the celtics-lakers series go?
2) who is your favorite player on the celtics?
3) is “3” really the magic number?

5. laker sweep but one extra game for tv.

its hard to root against a guy named pierce, but nate robinson is the peoples choice

since im tony pierce the third, id have to say oui.

Keir: I’ll give you five:
1. If Wrigley tears down the lights will you abandon L.A.?
2. Which Canadian city should I visit first: Vancouver or Toronto?
3. Best/worst TV show made into a movie?
4. Best cover of a bad song? Worst cover of a great song?
5. Why is it so hard to write good short stories?

1. i left the midwest the day after my highschool graduation and have never moved out of cali. it would take something bigger than righting the wrongs of wrigley to make me leave paradise.

2. if you like an old school east coast metropolis, then TO is a very special version of one. if you like a modern west coast city strangely intertwined with nature, then BC. its hard to choose, its hard to lose.

3. best: Borat worst: Blues Brothers 2000

4. best: negativland “still havent found…” (warning – foul language by casey kasum”

worst better: faster pussycat “you’re so vain”

5. because people have forgotten that its roots are with narrative poetry, not novels. thus it is easier to expand from something condensed than it is to trim something bloated.

rodney: hey have you heard of this new surf band called The Zoggs? i think the drummer of Tsar is in it.

who didnt know coulter was also in The Zoggs? it was almost a month ago that the busblog clued you in. in fact, heres there new video thingamabob

patzaph: if you could go back in time with the schematics for one major invention when would you go back to and what would you ‘invent’?

AIDS has torn apart places like Africa and destroyed the lives of some of our most talented artists. id go back to whereever it was formed and isolate the virus and dispose of it in the proper manner.

urban hayseed: hey old friend – who will be the third now that the Howard Stern vacation death curse eerily continues… (Gary Coleman, Dennis Hopper, __________ ) ???

hola amigo! i think its times like these that make people like abe vigoda and artie lange driving extra cautiously.

sometimes i rhyme fast

sometimes i rhyme slow

how often do you really know whats going on in the world?
how often do you really know whats going on in
your life?

how often do you let other people decide whats going on in your world and or life?

arent we supposed to be the masters of our destinies?

arent we supposed to be the ones who even know what our end goal is?

the only thing i have control of in my life is what pictures i staple to my bedroom walls,

and i dont even have all the pictures up that i want because im nervous what the nba cheerleaders who frequent my humble abode would say and think.

so maybe theres nothing in my life that accurately reflects what i think, love, and find wonderful.

sad when even American Apparel ads have more honesty than a mans own url

as ive gotten older i have less and less tolerance for people

maybe i just have some pent-up anger from somewhere, maybe all of this would have been different if the cubs had won the world series in ’84.

but for decades ive wondered why the mediocre and the lame have buzzed around me, only recently has the annoyance reached a point where it has affected my mood.

i see it everywhere. mostly when i drive. mostly when i listen to the radio. mostly when i read the comments throughout the interwebs. who are these people i ask myself.

its not just those from ivy league schools, its the uneducated too. its those who dont even try to be annoying – they just are, by default.

i dont hate everyone. i love the people i work with. i love most of the blogosphere that ive always loved. and there are some very smart and creative people working in the entertainment world who amuse me, but its weird how much i despise compared to when i was younger. no tolerance!

for example, fast food… who loves fast food more than me? no one. and who loves ribs more than me? so heres Burger King who advertises real ribs, not that stuff they make the McRib from, these are ribs with bones and fat and meat and all the nice things that create heart attacks.

$2 for three ribs, they tell us, if you also buy a value meal with something else. fine. done. but look at these lil fellas. its an insult.

its all an insult, america.

or maybe im just entering the crabby old man stage of my life.

this makes me happy, for the record:

even if it is alcohol abuse

the lights went out at wrigley tonight

for 18 minutes. probably a sign from Above

that there shouldnt be lights at wrigley field.

so rarely are the rules in life so simple:

dont have sex with little kids.

dont put silverware in light sockets.

dont put lights up at Wrigley Field.

even though the Cubbies play the least amount of home games at night, it doesnt matter, they shouldnt be playing Any at night at home. its the principal. its what (used) to make the Cubs different and special – and Better than the rest of the league.

the cubbie curse is so bad that Cub blog waxpaperbeercup is saying that this year there are more empty seats at the friendly confines than people have seen for several decades.

because im a freak, it only inspires me to really plan a trip soon to the windy, but it only enforces my belief that there should be two huge promotions this year

Rickets, i hope youre listening

1. Bring your Goat to the Game day
everyone knows that the biggest curse the cubs are experiencing is due in part to the fact that they refused to allow that famous billy goat entry into the ball park. the way i see it, theres not a cop in chicago who would arrest a man for bringing his goat to wrigley during one of these special days.

2. The Demolition of the Lights night
the lights were installed during a time when the city of Chicago had a weak and temporary mayor. the Cubs were promised the All-Star game if they erected the nonsense. taking down the lights and donating them to a school or a park would not only bring such positive vibes to the city the park and the team, but it would teach the kids that not everything should be done to rake in the most amount of cash or please God TV.

trust me, if the Cubs make it to the world series, it doesnt matter if you televise those games at 6am, people will tune in.

do you know what i love about this blog?

everything

you dont judge me, youre never bored. you let me write about anything.

when i was obnoxious you never minded. when i lie you never call me out.

when im boring you just let it happen. when im excited you never make fun.

when i get obsessed with women you dont tease, when i get into sports you dont bail.

you love my quickies. you adore the epic rants.

but most of all you dont mind when i blog without pants.