A couple days ago, just by chance, I found myself on YouTube watching this clip of Damon Wayans explaining his Black History Month video picks. I’m still not entirely sure what the hell it was all about. Maybe I could figure it out if I cared enough to check out his WayoutTV thing… but, I really don’t. I was just caught up in seeing an almost-fifty-year-old guy acting like he’s in his early twenties. Mind you, maybe he pulls it off, no?
Anyway… he mentions a clip of “a pimp teaching watermelon eating etiquette” as one of his Black History Month picks, which caught my attention. Later on he teases it again but never actually shows it, so I looked it up myself. I was expecting a tasteless chuckle, but instead was introduced to Petey Greene.
Pure genius.
After seeing that and immediately acquiring an affinity for this guy, I wanted more. I checked out his Wikipedia entry, then his website where I learned about the recent biopic, Talk To Me, starring Don Cheadle. Tonight I watched that and it was pretty damn great. Check it out. Or don’t. Whatever. I’m typing this mostly because I can’t sleep… and, bleh… I have to be up in a few hours.
Today I realized I’m thirty-one. I’m so dumb that when the thought struck me, I actually used a calculator to verify that I am in fact not thirty-two and don’t turn thirty-two until spring. I do my birthday alone and never pay much attention to it, so I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised, but still… I’ve been saying I’m thirty-two for a while.
Retard.
I’m banking on thirty-three. Maybe I’m in a hurry?
Over the past couple months I’ve succeeded in simplifying my online experience by about 300% - mostly by consolidating e-mail addresses and accustoming myself to RSS feeds, iGoogle and WordPress - so, with the time I saved, I told myself I’d update my journal more often; but… with what? I mean, aside from composing a grant application and working on Trial By Taum, I haven’t been doing a lot.
I’ll back that up with a confession.
It’s been twice now that I’ve taken time out to play some drunken Rock Band with friends. What the fuck is that all about? I haven’t picked up a video game since high school, because I just hate everything about the absolute waste of life that they are. I can’t wrap my head around the allure of them, especially if you’re over sixteen. I think you have to be retarded. But, I guess a bottle of booze, some gentle prodding from a friend with an Xbox and my pathetic need to be the center of attention when I’m shit-faced is all it took to change that hardened stance.
