My twenty-fourth birthday is trying to sneak up on me. I only say that because I’ve been very busy with work, coming home and falling asleep, and then waking up to do it all over again. It’s good though; at least I’m enjoying work, you know?

  • American Idol was intolerable the other night. When I heard ConstantScream maul one of my FAVORITE Blood, Sweat and Tears songs last night, I wanted to jump through my TV and stab the shit out of him. How come he couldn’t be the one to leave? Because personally, he sucks.
  • A New York man refuses Buckspeak when ordering his $5 coffee. Somehow, this warrants a piece in the Times, but hey, I’m no newspaper editor. The article is entitled “No Need to Stew: A Few Tips to Cope With Life’s Annoyances”. Here’s just one tip: STOP GIVING A FUCK. Class dismissed.
  • Now that I can listen to music at work, Underheard.org is my friend. Besides carrying Georgia Tech’s station, there are plenty of other indie “shows” on the site to stream, download or podcast. Now if only they’d get WRAS! Nothing like being able to listen to Slim Gaillard (of “Potato Chips” fame), The Beastie Boys and Paul Oakenfold in the same set.
  • According to this, I type 120 WPM.
  • Oh, to whomever sent me the violin tuner from my wishlist, thank you! It didn’t come with a note, so I don’t know who did it.
  • The Rashawn Brazell Collective is born. It makes me swell up with pride knowing that his story is being brought to the media for exposure so his killer may be caught and so his life will never be forgotten. I was going to buy a domain name to help set up a website for a central place of information on how others can help keep this young man’s memory alive, but it looks like RashawnBrazell.com was taken.
  • I have literally been hopping in my seat from reading the feedback from Jason, Tiffany, Lynne, George and Tony about the “Blogging While Black” panel at SXSW. Had me walking around work feeling ten feet tall today when I broke down my tech-fu to my co-workers. Next year, I’m there. But y’all know my shit-talkin’ ass…I’ll be sittin’ here in Atlanta ho-hummin’ about it…maybe.
  • Tons of drunk White folks were downtown en masse today to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Sure, green may be my favorite color, but not when it’s from someone’s mouth on my shoes. Practice moderation, y’all.
  • Speaking of the Irish (or the Irish named), I really want to like Rosie O’Donnell’s blog. I mean it! But to me, it just comes off as drunken haiku. Formerly Rosie? You can say that again.
  • I finally came up with a title for my book since I’m about fifteen chapters in. It’s called “Manual”. Estimated time of finishing? Hell if I know. Now that I got my thumb drive back (long story…that’s a future entry), it’s more renegade typing for me!
  • God, I need some better clothes for work. I actually wore the crotch out of one of my newer pairs of pants. Don’t ask.
  • For the radio bloggers in the house…did you know that you could create your own personal rb from songs gleaned from other radio blogs? There is a condition though; you have to register your radio blog on RadioBlogClub.com. Of course, you’d have to register each RB each time for those of y’all that do the multiple RBs. But it was cool to create a playlist on the fly from songs on other radio blogs from around the world. How else would I have found some classic Ozomatli and the French chanteuse Brisa Roché?
  • I see my Spam Karma has been actually bouncing people from commenting! My bad y’all…I’ll work on that. Technology, I tell ya.

I’m not doing anything this weekend…maybe I’ll watch these Netflix movies and get a six-pack. Who knows?