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Monday, August 10, 2009

Not Gonna Cry... (Blogger Exclusive)

In an effort to maintain self-censorship, I'm not going to bitch about my entire weekend. When too many adults are together in confined settings, certain tribal and territorial instincts kick in. That's a diplomatic way of saying some people get along in a very heated way, which actually isn't "getting along" to an uninitated observer. Families fight. As do packs, prides, pods, mobs, and murders.

I do love that. Anybody else know that a group of crows is called a "murder"? My friend dream hampton called herself a "word nerd". If there is such a thing, I am one.

(I should tell the story of the Locked Bathroom Door and the Green Apple Splatters, but it lacks a comedic finish and mostly is a story of frustration.)

I briefly touched on my outrage at Twitter's outage, I'm sure we all were caught by surprise with it. It has shown me that while some are jaded with it, I love it even more. It is truly a weapon/tool.

There is much talk about the way people can fake who they are, or conceal who they really are through the anonymity of the Internet. While I won't argue the merits of that perspective, I will say some things to provide balance.


We can put forth exactly who were are just as easily as we can try to conceal, and the truth of it will be just that. There's a guy I've met through Twitter that I can kinda tell that working with him might be fun, @K4s_Ent. Like I said, we haven't met in person, but the detail he provides on his FollowFriday recommendations show me that this guy understands people, and relationships. Would we be successful? I don't know, but knowing what I know about him makes me believe that it would start off right. I daresay he reminds me, of me...

If I were a total ass, that would be bad. But if you have two people who are 1) worried about getting the job done and 2) don't care who gets the credit, you start off way ahead in the game. It's about the job first. We'll make sure the credits get printed properly when it's all done.

What I'm saying is, going into a situation you have to have the right mindset. G.I.G.O. = Garbage In Garbage Out. There is an annoying little shit of a producer in town that I used to work with, and I used to go out of my way to send business his way even when our association had passed, but I don't do that anymore because this dude is obsessed with me and mine, and no matter how much time passes, he hangs on to the negative from the past. I knew he was talented, but I always overlooked the personality differences because I thought he might change. Being around talented people helped him find his talent, but being around confident people when you have none made him bitter. I thought that maybe other people could work with him when I couldn't, but then people started to come back to me telling me their own stories of personal conflict. So while some people love to say "Business is business" and I can agree, "family businesses" works because of connections, and if I can't connect with you, I ain't doing business with you...

I'm making connections on Twitter that will hopefully bear fruits later on, and part of it is because I put out exactly who I am. Is some of it "censored"? Yes, to a degree. But no one can say that what you've read is a misrepresentation. It's what I saw, and how I saw it. How I felt. What's to hate about that? Disagree? Fine. I like that. But hate on it?

This was a little freestyle, but I just wanted to touch base with my readership. Yeah, I'm getting a little following. I see the H8ters too. I actually love y'all, because of a definitions someone gave me:

"Haters are confused admirers that can't figure out why everybody else likes you."

There used to be a time when I would say "Aw, man, you talk so much about hating, and ain't nobody hating on you."

Not anymore.

When you leave your house, your picture is taken probably 20 times in a host of places.

You don't even have to leave the house, and that many people hated on you somewhere.

Better learn to enjoy it.

-ere'bodee's favorite mega, blogninja


Thursday, August 6, 2009

TwitterHolic Withdrawls Are Savage...

Wow. The World without Twitter.

I only wish I was blissfully ignorant as those that don't use it. I miss the HELL out of it.

But it's let me know that no matter what happens with MySpace, I'll NEVER go full-fledged to FaceBook. Why?

Well, the generosity I feel and the connections I make on Twitter are far more useful and fulfilling. Twitter "feels" real.

Yeah, Mark Zuckerberg, your nifty little site has made it as a flavor of the month, but you've made one fatal error: You assume that we actually LIKE our family members and people from high school... what if we don't?

The irony of this post is that it will feed directly to Facebook, where it will sit unread. If I post it to MySpace, I would have 20 comments on it in no time.

The people you're related to tend to know the least about you... when people get killed, they don't ask family members who was in their life: they ask FRIENDS.

But then me and mine do put the "fun" in "dysfunction", keeping it 100.

It's not all genetics, though...Part of it is that FB is not the easiest place to navigate. For the longest time I just wasn't sure of the mechanics of FaceBook. Now that I know a little more, I don't know if I even care for it.

Geez, I hope Google will hurry up and work the bugs out of GoogleTalk and launch THEIR social network. Yeah, they got one coming, they're building it right underneath you. It started with GMail, and Google Profiles, and GoogleTalk is the next piece. They can give you one phone number that will ring ALL your phones at once, and when you don't answer, they can give you a voicemail that can be checked from the web/CrackBerry (but probably not your iPhone until they can figure out who's @ fault for blocking the app). They can make national/international lines disappear (I talk to my Baby for nada, she's in England. If I had a phone with GTalk and so did she?), and that's why they are going to bury anything that looks like them. Twitter isn't under any threat, they'll seamlessly integrate into your GoogleProfile.

MySpace might have been flavor of the month, but at least I liked it.

Facebook is flavor of the month, and I don't.

And God forgive me for using this trifling Attack-Vagina as an example, but you really don't See Tila Tequila declaring herself the "Queen Of Facebook", do you? Nope. She's staking out her "claim" there. This girl is a digital cock-roach (wait, hear me out), she was on Friendster, they kicked her off there for having "too many friends" according to her. Mark and Tom invited her to MySpace, she gets a million friends and a couple of tv shows, and now she's the HotSpot (literally) for NFL Players and recording artists.... (Yeah, I said it.) What happens to Friendster? How many of you even know what the hell I'm talking about? Tila got instincts. She can sniff out a social media opportunity like a hog roots truffles. So now she sees that the MySpace boat might be leaking, it's hemorrhaging badly, she's on to Twitter.

I don't want to sound like a "fan" of Tila, I hate her version of Twitter, I'm only speaking on the fact that as many people "hate" on Twitter, there's some that have had proven and unparalleled success in social media that are working that way.

I dig my Twitter. FaceBook is a very distant third. I hope they don't close the casket on MySpace just yet. Google, step it up people.

-ere'bodee's favorite mega, blogninja


Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Something Wicked This Way Comes


(Pictured: "Show Me", the Orange Bomber eliminated from RCOL2)

My bad, my bad, my bad. I must confess something, True Believers.

Before I wash myself of sin, let me tell you that I am attempting to refine my oft-randomness. I have created another blog, I am calling it Reality Bytes. While not everyone enjoys my musings and rants at VH1 (the channel that airs most of my favorites reality shows), there is a group that does. So I'm going to siphon off all my Reality TV related bloggings there, and keep this one more about my musical and personal journeys. This advice comes from @problogger on Twitter. If you're on Twitter and a blogger, this guy is an excellent resource. I'm going to see if I like running multiple blogs on specific subjects instead of one blog on every subject.

So this blog is my last reality-tv-related blog here.

The other day on UStream I got a chance to ask @riskybizness23 if she thought I should watch the new "Real Chance Of Love 2: Back In the Saddle". She was a lady, she didn't badmouth them, but she didn't give them a ringing endorsement, either. So I thought about it, and decided that I would check it out just to see if things were really going to be as bad as I thought they would.

Oh-Em-Gee. Let me tell you, this makes Charm School 3 look like a tea party, and we are only one episode in.

I watched the first season intently. I had my favorites right away. Well, in all honesty I had my most contemptable right away, Ms. Ki-Ki. I strongly disliked her and Bay Bay Bay (all opinions have softened since, the girls really used the notoriety to become better people, especially Bay x3), and I felt immediately invested because I thought Real deserved a "real" shot (that opinion has also turned). It's pretty clear this time around that we are not supposed to like Real or Chance. They are pretty committed to the asshole character much like Megan (we'll come back to her).

Let's not beat around the bush here... The Stallionaires (back-of-throat-vomit) make no secret about their love for wrestling, making the girls put on a show for them in season one and repeating it again in season two (what did Don Cheadle's character in "Ocean's Twelve" say? "You don't do the same gag again, you move on to the next gag...") and that's what this show is from jump.

I stated previously I would question the intentions or intelligence of a woman who would go on that show knowing the men they were dealing with. Everybody on this show should automatically be enrolled in Charm School 4 on default, especially the winner. These guys have their 15-Minutes up against the headboard, ankles behind the neck, literally. They don't want relationships. They are on the groupie/hootchie/skeezer/bopper trail, And the casting directors did not disappoint.

I can't remember the nicknames yet, but there were those who made theirs known by being the auspicious first two eliminated. The regular reality-show format is the mass-eliminations on the first night, but before the Gonad Council, "Vegas", the sassy-mouth chick from (wait for it...) Vegas decided that she was going to push "Show Me" (yeah, the girl from Missouri. These guys don't waste brain cells on nickname creativity) by calling her a transvestite and throwing a drink at her.

In certain circles, you can expect certain behavior. In my city, you throw a drink in somebody's face, be ready for the chairs to start flying. If you are from the South, well-known fighting words are "Hey, I'm From Missouri." Which means, "You gon' have to show me." As in "Bitch, I'ma beat yo' ass" "Oh, yeah? Well, I'm from Missouri." Somebody should have told the stupid Vegas girl.

Show Me gave Vegas the drunk girl headlock and showed her why some girls down here wear over-sized rings... it's like a brass knuckle, people. Old school. Homegirl got her domepiece split, drew blood and all. Well, unless you're on The Ultimate Fighter or the Contender, that's the Ultimate See-Ya-Wouldn't-Wanna-Be-Ya Move. In what I considered an attempt at gaining "control" (in this case, that word is so relative), Real and Chance decided that they would eliminate them both, Show Me for throwing the punches and Vegas for (very obviously) baiting her. Might keep some of the more out-of-bounds drama (like KiKi calling Lusty's deceased mother a "...bitch when she had you...") to a minimum.

This show, is bad. I mean, really bad. I thought "Tool Academy" was going to be bad, but it immediately became an "Oh-Shit"-Fest (like "Hi, I'm Sean's Girlfriend of six years..." when he's sitting there with his 'girl' of 6 months? Oh shit!), and it was fun(ny). Ain't none of that going on here. Right after this show was over (I really felt like I needed a shower after), "Megan Wants A Millionaire" came on and I very nearly ran screaming from the room. There are millionaires out there who actually want to date Megan? I'd hoped she might disappear for awhile after the (way overdue) beatdown @ the hands of Sharon Osbourne at the "Charm School 2" reunion. During Risky's UStream the question was posed about the CS3 Reunion and she said they decided not to have one. Could that be why? People wanting to get at Brittney Star that bad? Real and Chance have managed to do in 1 season what it took Flavor Flav took two seasons to do: be reduced to bad wrestling. Yeah, wrestling is fake, we know this, but guys like Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson made you enjoy it. When it's fake and it bad... Ooo. Get some Febreze, ya' stinkin' up tha' joint.

Anyway, that's enough from me... Got music to finish. What, you thought all I did was watch reality tv?

-ere'bodee's favorite mega, blogninja