Y' know what?  This $h!+ is getting old...quick.

So how long has it been since I put up my last dead XBox 360 blog...what...a little over two months?  Yeah, this has to be some kind of record.  This practically brand new refurb I just had sent to me a little while ago has died on me...Red Ring of Death style.  And I played it earlier today with no hang-ups. 

The first two times this happened to me, I was going to throw myself off an overpass.  But, for some reason, this time around, I'm not even that bitter about it.  I'm cool as ever.  As a matter of fact, I was going to put up "Lonely Man" from the Incredible Hulk soundtrack as a swan song, maybe throw in some more dead Xbox pictures, but I figured, once you've seen one  dead Xbox (or in my case, three), you've seen enough.

I'm gonna let Queen send this hunk of crap back to the labs at Micro$oft.

I don’t know what it was that made me think this one up (probably these margaritas I’ve been drinking on for the past two hours or so), but I had to stop what I was doing to get this off my chest.  That, and I haven’t put one of these up in a little while.

One of greatest songs in hip-hop, right there.  I’m not even about to put the lyrics up in this blog because if you try to rhyme this yourself, you’ll just eff it up.  Watch the video.  If you ain’t feeling this track, something is wrong with you.  Seriously. 

I remember being in high school back in the mid-90’s…you know, back when hip-hop was relevant...when everybody had Method Man’s “Tical” album in the walkman, and when  I think ‘Tical’, I think “Bring The Pain”, which is easily one of the illest rhymes I’ve ever heard in my natural life.  And it’s not even just that—it’s one of those songs that just hit you in the head the moment it comes on.  It’s crazy…it’s like the first half of the first bar, and it’s a wrap…you know what’s coming.

It was all about the Wu-Tang Clan with us back then, and the more I think about, the more I miss the way hip-hop used to be—back when you could sit back and appreciate a  brilliant lyrical flow coupled with a sick beat.

Unlike now.   Thanks a million, Soulja Boy, and the rest of you whack-ass rappin’ fools in the business.  It’s a damn shame that’s all people know nowadays.  Method Man, and a laundry list of cats with real skills like his, is putting out album after album, but those are the ones that are still sitting on the shelves in your record stores.  I just refuse to wrap my brain around that, so instead of falling in line with the sheep who live and die by T-Pain and Young Jeezy, I’m popping in music like this. 

Fifteen years later, and I’m still hype over ‘Bring The Pain’.  If nothing else, that’s the mark of real hip-hop.  A lot of hip-hop heads out there may think that the art is dead, but it ain’t gone yet…not when emcees like Meth are still around.  

Just because I love this song so much....let me hit you in the head just one more time...Meth and one of my favorirte emcees, Busta Rhymes, on 'What's Happenin'"  And don't you worry....I'll be talking about Busta sooner or later, because he's right up there in my list of greats with Meth and Redman.

Alright,  that's enough.  Now that I got that off my chest, take a hike.  I still have some margarita left.

Alright, so today I had the day off and decided to run a few errands, one of which involved me going to my mother’s workplace.  She’s working a gig with the public school system here in Durham as a director of the summer camp program.

Now, this whole time, I thought she worked at the middle school, so I head out there.  There was a summer camp program going on there sponsored by the Durham YMCA, so naturally, I’m looking around trying to find her in the crowd.  I decide to give her a call, and come to find out she’s working at the elementary school instead.  Whoops.

Then, as I head out the door, the damnedest thing happens.  Though I shouldn’t have been all that shocked-- that stupid song “Crank Dat” by Soulja Boy comes on, blasting throughout the gymnasium.  And without a missed step, every kid in there jumps up in sync and starts ‘crankin’ dat Soulja Boy.’  Hell, even the camp directors were all over it, one of which was on a microphone playing as a hype man. 

A whack rap concert broke out right before my eyes, and all I could do was stand in the threshold of the gym and just shake my head.

Is this what parents pay for?  Is this tax dollars at work?   When I think ‘summer camp’, I’m thinking arts and craft, sports, games, sack lunches with a juice box, and whatever else…you know, activities meant for physical and mental enhancement.  But instead, here in Durham, the YMCA and your kids are going to ‘Superman dat ho!  Yooooooooo!”  And it wasn’t even the clean version of that trash song, either!

Wow…this isn’t even the blog I wanted to write today, but I had to get that off my chest.  And I tried to stay away from a Soulja Boy blog, but after what I walked into today, I just can’t take it anymore.  A bunch of six through twelve-year-olds ‘supermanin’ dat ho’ is not my idea of enriching the youth or making use of those exorbitant summer camp fees parents pay.

That’s all.  Soulja Boy is garbage.  The end.