From Will Leitch’s incredibly well done and heartfelt blog on Deadspin, “My Roger Ebert Story”:
“He told me “that this is important to you as it is, that’s a very large percentage of what you need, really.” He emphasized that such ephemera like “career” and “success” were mostly beside the point. “Just write, get better, keep writing, keep getting better. It’s the only thing you can control.”"
Very well said. A lot of people have come to me over the past few years asking for advice on how to better position themselves in their respective BMX endeavors, be it riding, writing, filming or photography. I often find myself going into the minutia of what each of those paths requires but the most important, most basic advice I could give to anyone is just what Roger says here. You must work hard, assuming you don’t have some supernatural genetic talent or gift (which I certainly don’t), much harder than your peers and you need to focus on what you can control, which is getting as good as possible at whatever it is you want to do in life.
I try to err on the side of not coming off as a motivational speaker, so this is all you’re going to get out of me on the subject.
Recently I went out on a date with a girl. Eventually the conversation turned to music. She asked what I listened to. I beat around the bush, telling her that lately I had been listening to a lot of Morrissey and The Beatles, but eventually I had to be honest and admit it: I mostly listen to Gucci Mane. She had never even heard of him, but as I spoke on why Gucci had me so captivated, she became more and more interested. She said she was going to check him out, and I quickly told her not to. I told her that Gucci was more than meets the eye. She seemed confused. I told her that I would give her a crash course on the greatness of Mr. La Flare at some point in the future. She laughed and said okay.
She probably didn’t consider that I might actually be serious, but I gave it some thought over the course of the next few days and eventually realized I had so many reasons, all so important, so many songs I needed to mention, so many lyrics I wanted to hone in on, that I needed to put my thoughts down on record so non-fans could understand what has me and so many others captivated by him. So with that, I present to you, Gucci Mane For Dummies which I have arranged into 8 simple bullet points for your reading pleasure. Read the rest of this entry »
About a year ago I happened to be at my friend Scott Marceau’s house with a couple friends and he suggested we all watch a porn he had on hand called Reverse Bukake 7. Many of you probably know what a bukake is. It’s where a woman lets dozens of men ejaculate on her face. A reverse bukake apparently consists of a man letting dozens of women ejaculate on his face. I didn’t know it, but Scott set up his camera to film the entire viewing and it recorded our discussion. At about the 5 minute mark I begin to realize that the women are not actually ejaculating, but urinating on the man. At 5:30 I state that no homo, but the guy is in really good shape.
Right now I’m in the “watching and laughing at nu metal” mood. So above, gaze upon Drowning Pool posing with Obama and then watch the Papa Roach video below and reminisce about better days:
As far as rappers go, Maino isn’t exactly my favorite. He’s alright, but I don’t really check for him like THAT. But I do love the guy just because he loves to beat the shit out of people and he’s got a long list of people, famous and unknown that he’s brutalized. In this clip it’s his boys doing the fighting but it’s still pretty funny how jolly he is about the whole thing.
I’m on the way out the door but someone bitched in the comments about me not posting enough cat videos. So here you go, cats talking to each other. Fuck you.
I have a long winded blog I’m in the process of writing about Nicki Minaj. But until that’s ready to go, this will have to do. Seriously what the fuck is with that cameltoe in here? How did her stylist okay this? That ridiculous robot voice she uses here is over the top too. In comparison, Ojay’s Sesame Street raps and Waka’s uh… however you want to describe Waka’s rhymes, seem tame.
South Park isn’t funny, red head jokes aren’t really funny and this kid is even less funny than both. It would have been so easy to make this funny too. I mean you’re fat, ugly and have a weird voice, pretty much anything you say could be LOL-worthy, but you still failed.
