The Greatest...

Sorry for the hiatus.

My loyal readers, I've been in thinking mode and couldn't get myself to type out my chaotic thought.

What I can tell you is that anything and everything has been inspiring me.

From Amber Rose, Kanye's new piece, to MJ's passing, I see color differently. I see light and darkness as a necessity for creation.

2009 is the beginning of the end of what IS and what will BE.

I am uber excited with my b-day coming up in a few days.

I'm on a adventure. And you guys are just along for the ride.

There are no rules or regs, but all that I ask is to be patient and open minded to what will manifest.

All I can say is that my imagination is what I'm following, nothing else.

I'm Late, I'm Late...

I know when a movie has been badly directed.

ie) Catherine Hardwicke, Twilight.

I know when a screenwriter sux major a$$.

ie) Mathieu Kassovitz, Bablyon AD

And I know when a movie will become a instant classic.

Tim Burton, loves all that is dark and dreary.

I became a fan nearly 10 years ago.

Edward Scissorhands, in my opinion, made him relevant.

Alice in Wonderland, will make him, if not already, one of the greatest directors of the 21st century.

Just peep the pix

Bullet Points

You know I enjoy fuckery just like the next person...

Observation #1

While enjoying the 25th hour at work, I walked outside and was scarred for life by the crime scene I bared witness to....

A woman suffering from camel toe of the a$$.

First question; is that even possible to have camel toe in between those flapper jack a$$ cheeks?

Second question; how the hell did she not notice it or feel a rubbing sensation?

I mean damn, I constantly pick my wedgies no matter where the hell I am.

If it's not obvious by now, I have no shame.

I refuse to walk around acting like I'm not bothered by cloth lodged up my a$$.

Observation #2

While enjoying a evening at the theater, my friend asked a question,

"What's the dress code here?"

Clearly by this comment, you can assume that I'm going to hawk up plenty of jokes in regards to theater attire.

I swear on somebody elses dead grave that, not once, not twice, but several times I saw club wear at the theater, mind you the show was The Color Purple.

Club wear??? Really, really, that's all you could manage? You couldn't come out pocket to pay for spandex slacks from your favorite retailer, Rainbows. I could have sworn I saw the sign buy one get one free.

I'm not sure if these chicks were trying to find a husband or a STD, but either way that 'ish was just rude.

Observation #3

Men thinking it's okay to invite you somewhere via text, sms, bbm, or IM...

Do you honestly think we can take you seriously that way?

You want to communicate, please call.

Stuck on Stupid

Still, I'm enamored and fascinated by In Treatment.

"Miss X, why can't you post something else going on."

"We miss your humor and you insight."

Oh, how I wish I could kiddies. Had you forgotten?

I said yesterday that I go with my flow.

Yeah, you'll appreciate what I'm doing for you. No need for **side eye**

I want to explore my fascination with a fictitious story that delves into psychotherapy.

Partly due to my abrupt exit in the same discipline.

It's fiction. It's a show. These characters are not real.

So, why can't I stop thinking about it?

Maybe, I haven't completely washed my hands of psychoanalysis...

OR

It's anticipation of "what's next"...

Through sheer observation, the shows' underlining themes were shame and boundaries.

So, the idea popped into my head.

Why are folks sooo afraid of being analyzed?

I remember my hesitation the first time I went to a session.

I was like, what the hell am I suppose to do.

Talk.

Simple enough.

I haven't stopped since then.

After two years on the couch, I would have to say it's up there with the most beneficial things of my life.

I like to think I have an open mind, and I'm willing to try anything once, except for crack cocaine.

I'm just saying.

Could being understood, be that bad?

Attack of the Clones

The challenge of writing a blog and maintaining one, is relevance.

You don't want a blog that's like everybody else.

You certainly don't want to go on a hiatus and expect ur followers to want to continue their following.

And lastly, you don't want to write about things that your readers find uninteresting.

So what is a blogger to do???

There's truly nothing you can do. Period.

I've been talking to a few people who hit FactFats&Fries on occasions and they say that they love the blog.

That's all fine and dandy, but once you have a following, the task ahead is continuing to please your readers, especially when you get told "I love it".
But I see things slightly different.

No offense, but I say f-ck the readers and do me.

I mean, I started the blog with my idea in mind and if people like it, I hope they'll continue to do so a year down the line.

I write what I know.

There's no formula. It's all instincts...

WellWorth...

What's in a formula?

Some formulas already contain the answer.

The equation is not about the outcome, but more about the steps on how you got there.

Much like math, patience is an equation. Those numbers are marked on the clock.

Patience is all about timing.

Good things come to those who can wait.

MuteMouth™ stands alone at dusk.

When you're sleeping, it's plotting it's next conquest.

When you're thinking, it's already thought.

The MuteMouth™ Movement is a new take on your senses.

Art speaks and Eyes listen.

Trust and believe, you will not be disappointed....

pic by Damon Carter

Jessica Habit...

There are movies from my childhood that could never be replicated.

The Wizard
The Goonies
The Breakfast Club...

You get the point.

Cool World is just one of those movies.

I could have sworn this was Rated R, but it was def PG13,

oh the 90's.

30 mins....

Okay,

I've given In Treatment a second chance.

I'm learning to sit with my feelings and tolerate what the season has to offer.

I've just finished week two with Laura, Alex, Sophie, Amy & Jake, and Gina.

For those who may not be familiar with the show.

In Treatment is about Paul, a psychotherapist who has come to a braking point in regards to his practice and his marriage.

Paul, has to juggle the impossible task of maintaining ethically boundaries with his patients, tolerating his family matters and his own therapy. You didn't know, all therapist have therapist!!! And the cycle continues.LOL!!!

When the season begins, it's obvious that his patient load consist of black and white thinkers who either hate him or love him.

In Laura's case, she loves him. Literally.
Come week 2, she admits to wanting him to f-ck her!!!
Talk about "You get what you pay for!!!"

Alex is a veteran fighter pilot who keeps Paul on his toes every week. He type-A personality with a touch of sass.

The man declares Paul as his own personal, Adolf Hitler to all his important decision making.

He always has a dilemma and expects Paul to give him resolve.

Alex decides that he should end a marriage of 15 years because his wife grinds her teeth whlist alseep.

**insert side eye**

Sophie is a teenage gymnast who's injured both arms either due to her "accidental" clumsiness or as an escape from the pressure she feels from adults in her life.

She's a wise-cracking patient. But out of sheer observation, I believe her to be one of Paul's favorites.

He actually feels like he's helping this young precocious girl.

Lastly, his couple Jake & Amy. Once again he's put in the position of being the ultimate decision maker for whether they should or shouldn't.

Jake & Amy are on the brink of a possible divorce, whether they notice it or not.
Their debacle centers around Amy's current pregnancy. Abort or not to abort, is the question.
Jake wants another child, Amy does not.

After all this Paul is now allowed to unload his baggage on Gina, the supervisor who supervised his practice 9 years ago.

All in all, the show isn't really all that entertaining.

There's a mystique about it and I believe that to be the appeal to the vast majority of folks who stay tuned.

I would say this show can not be watched in one days sitting. You must watch it as it was intended to be viewed.

One patient, one day, 32 sessions.

Holy Hot Fire

I need a pair asap.

purchase via...

Urban Outfitters

Hello Young World

What to do on a weekend away from the desk and chain?

Buy some DVD's of course.

If only you could see my cheesy a$$ smile when I walked into Best Buy Friday night.

Okay...so where shall we begin?

I bought one movie

And two shows...

One of which, I've been totally avoiding to watch, for obvious reasons.

So here it is

Season one of True Blood (omg this show is straight comedy, I loved it)

Season one of In Treatment (snoozes fest, but to be expected because of the storyline and personal bias)

and

This $hitty Mc$hit $hit of a movie called Red Mist (who the f-ck got the bright idea to do a remake of I Know What You Did Last Summer/ Carrie with med students?)

Mr. Goodbar

Slow day,

nothing of true substance to blog about.

If I don't have something bad to say, I probably shouldn't say anything at all.

LMAO!!!!

Slaves???What Slaves????

Okay,

I'm sitting here minding my own business "working", listening to my Ipod.

Chester French's mixtape is playing and their, "Ciroc Star" feat Diddy and Jadakiss comes on.

**Insert Side Eye with a dash of conjunctivitis**

Chester French is bomb. Their mixtape is genius and their album is on some next level 'ish.

I partly sweat them bc they were breed in the heart of beantown.

"Beantown We Go Hard...."

Anywho,

I'm slightly appalled by two things that caught me off guard.

#1

Diddy needs to just stick to his clothing line. That nicca can't rap, and even when he wrote his best mediocre lines that was in the the real Bad Boy Music era.

Lawd only knows you ain't no certified gangsta.

#2

If you do one more shameless plug for your L, Ciroc, I'm gonna have to murk you.

Look kiddies, I used the word of the week in a sentence.

So, after having to subject my ears to such nonsense, I got myself thinking about Diddy and why I have a deep seated hatred for that nicca.

Yeah I said it. I'm not a fan.

***Disclaimer***

For all those who may be one iota offended about what I'm about to drop on this Fecal matter named Diddy, stop while your ahead and check out some other post of mine.

Dear Diddy,

First I would like to start by saying I hate you.
Let's not confuse it with love. I know you methodically thought to yourself that this heffa is hating cause she ain't making guap like I am. You're right a$$hole. That's the reason I do hate you. Because you are making money. Making money off the slave trade you own, named Bad Boy.

Jesus spoke to me last night after Judas tried to trade me his gold coins for my SAAB and said there's a special place in hell for you right next to Bernard Madoff and his money grubbing ways.

You're what I call a Jack of All Trades, but a master of none.

You rape and pillage young aspiring models turned whores for your benefit.

You conquer, defeat and divide groups so they hate themselves.

You manage to mock the Black community more than VH1 has in the past three years.

Well Diddy, looks like you're the first Black owner of slaves post 18th century.

You deserve a cookie, better yet a cookie laced with rat poison.

Sincerely,

Your Biggest Fan

100 Don't Look So Bad

Yesterday's last entry marked my 100th FactFats&Fries post.

It's a celebration bitches!!!!!!!

I'm getting toasted come 6pm this evening.

Gots to love the high life.

Question...

Is it alcoholic-like if I drink by myself to celebrate a milestone????

If so, I guess I'm gonna be blogging about Rehab in the near future.

The Deepest Low

Before I saw Young Victoria, I watched The Duchess.

It was definitely the catalyst for back to back period pieces.

What can I say? I'm a sucker for the bourgeois ;-)

Anywho, The Duchess is no sob story.

It's a story of The Duchess of Devonshire and her ill mistreatment and partial imprisonment within her own marriage.

I would also recommend this flick.

All to often movies like these go unnoticed.

Highest of the High

After a LONG Chinatown bus ride all I wanted to do was watch a movie.

And did I.

I've mentioned in previous posts that I enjoy watching period pieces.

I ran came across "Young Victoria" trailer while enjoying another flick.

The movie is closely based of off true events about Queen Victoria's early reign.

Seems boring, huh?

Not exactly. Young Victoria does an interesting job depicting life behind the royal's high expectations for their offspring.

Courtship is not a game of love but of political gain.

It definitely makes being poor a privilege.

I rarely recommend a movie, but I will give my stamp of approval.