Brown Skin Lady.



Tuesday, January 31, 2006




Match the ethnically ambiguous athlete with his/her actual composition.





















1. Ron Darling -- Baseball.















2. Johnny Damon -- Baseball.






















3. Tiger Woods -- Golf





























4. Junior Seau -- Football



a) 1/2 Thai, 1/2 White
b) Pacific Islander (Samoan)
c) 1/2 Chinese, 1/2 White
d) 100% Cablinasian


andycat stayed in the red at 5:42 PM


Thursday, January 26, 2006


Bloggin about rap music makes me happy, as it seems to come nautrally to me. The sinister beat never ceases to lift my spirits, calm me down, and inspire creativity.

Put on a joint like Ganstarr's Lovesick and it even adds a sultry backdrop to a sexually charged scenario.

I first heard this record in '94, off the STEP IN THE ARENA album.

My boy, P, put me on to Gangstarr, my freshman year in high school. Sitting around on a lazy Saturday afternoon, with a game of MarioKart in the Super NES deck, KoopaTroopa smokin the likes of Bowser and Donkey Kong in Mushroom Cup 3 with Primo lacing the track with the crazydumbhotness and Guru lamenting about...

strangely enough I've been struck
affected by her smile
and yo, her style is worthwhile.

And say you're at the RootDown in Costa Mesa at Detroit Bar early on an evening of the third Saturday of the month, when the DJ starts his early night intro set with a mellow vibe. The first four songs of his set will undoubtedly have something along the lines of

Digable Planets, something off Blowout Comb
Common, something off Resurrection
Large Pro, I juswannachill (which deserves a post of its own)
Kris Kross, tonights the night
Gangstarr, Lovesick

Seriously, tell me, what man, at least what straight man wouldn't feel these lyrics:

I said "I know the stuff we had planned
But please understand
Right now I'm loungin with my man"

Definitely one of the more slept on Gangstarr Track, and probably the most notable omission off Full Clip, their Best Of Record.


andycat stayed in the red at 9:22 PM


Monday, January 23, 2006


Little Brother - The Minstrel Show.

If you like this record you're either hopelessly nostalgic for the native tongue era or you've never heard any of those classic records and think LB are doing something fresh.

And being the true school head that I am, you know I'm with the former. (Though, the latter still holds true.)

Either way you probably should just be listening to Bulhoone Mindstate.

Soul Brutha #2 feels me.


andycat stayed in the red at 10:18 PM


Sunday, January 22, 2006


Two Indulgences:

1. The Chick-Fil-A Chicken Biscuit: What??? They opened a chick-fil-a near my mom's house in Upland. I ate a Chicken Biscuit.

Chicken Biscuit! What? Chicken for breakfast? Is that allowed? Who cares???

The flaky buttery homestyle biscuit with the deep fried chicken patty combo is just....wow. Salivating right now.

And their ad campaign is just ridiculously intelligent.

2. Kris Kross -- Tonights The Night:
Yeah I said it, Kris Kross. As in backwards wearing, junior high dances, WARM IT UP KRIS, I'M ABOUT TOO/ Catchy Soda Commerical Jingles (Yo Kris/ What's up love?/ What's that in your hand/ It's the S to the P-R-I-T-E can!) Jermaine Dupri, So-So-Def, Kris Kross.

Well, after their gimmick died off, JD busted out with the ultra-sleek sample lifted from Shalamar's, A night to remember. This was back in '95, my Junior year in high school. Rollin down route 66 in my AstroVan, the rear passenger side 6X9 blown, my boy Arnold riding shotgun smoking a Red, and either Daddy Mac or Mac Daddy talkin bout --

Ballin in the green county on chrome
I slip brothers in the deck
Got my cellular phone
I'm just loungin
Leather
Sound all around
And a dip on the other end wanna put me down
Now, no hesitation
I hops to it
See it ain't easy bein a MAC
But somebody gotta do it

True lyricism for sure! A dip on the other end...somebody gotta do it...Good times.

Do yourself a favor, get on iTunes, search Kris Kross, and DL this joint for $0.99.


andycat stayed in the red at 10:54 AM


Thursday, January 19, 2006


How much do you think superbowl tickets are?

I don't know, maybe $500 a piece

We should go.

We should.

Detroit's cool.

It is. We went there once. So are we driving? That's a far drive.

Well, how much do you think an AFC championship game is?

Hold on, let me check ebay. Two tickets $500, ends in 22 mins.

Oh jesus. *Wincing*

Should I bid?!?!

Oh jesus. *Getting excited*

How long would it take to drive to Denver?

I don't know, 17 hours?

So we leave Friday.

Friday at 7PM.

I'd rather go to the NFC Championship. Seattle's a nice city.

Yeah but, the AFC Championship will be a better game.

You are absolutely right. Should I bid?

I don't have money.

Me neither, should I bid?

Oh sheesh. *Getting estatic*

So we leave Friday. Get there Saturday afternoon, camp out. Watch the game on sunday.

Yeah.

But I have to work Monday.

Call in sick.

True.

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And Bret and I seriously debated whether or not to go to the AFC championship game for another 10 minutes.

But we're not going.

But it was fun at least talking about it.

(I'm getting soft. I would've pulled the trizzle. My nizzle. A few years back.)


andycat stayed in the red at 6:17 PM


Monday, January 16, 2006


Olivia, you want to hit the button right where it says "Bonus".

I point to "Bonus". She hits the button. Jackpot! 110 Tickets! That's alot of whoopie cushions, paddle-balls, and erasers.

Just my opinion, but little girls are so much cuter and sweeter than little snot head crusty booger boys.

It's so much harder to say "no" to little girls just because they're so adorable. You want to play glow in the dark mini golf???

Ok.

You want to ride clifford the big red dog?

Ok.

You want to ride him 7 more times?

Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok.

With little boys, you just tell them, tough, deal with it.

No riding on the yellow tractor.

Go ahead and cry. Little Punk.

But this is dangerous. If your a girl, especially a cute little girl, you get used to getting everything your way. So by the time she becomes a teenager and finally meets a boy who tells her "no" in whatever capacity...she takes it personally. Like she's not good enough. And this makes her insecure. And insecure women are just no fun.

But then again, I seem to be attracted to insecure women. Initially, that is. She likes the compliments.

Oh, you colored your hair!
It looks really pretty!
Oh you colored it darker because of the season? That's nice.
And you're gonna make it light come spring time? Well, isn't that special?
It was your birthday on the 7th? Well you just look prettier every passing year!

You know women love to talk about themselves...and i guess you just tell'em what they want to hear.

But I can only keep that up for so long before I want to stick a marble up my nostril.


andycat stayed in the red at 10:33 PM


Thursday, January 12, 2006

Giving thanks, respect, and love to the architects of my world:

To Justin Bua, for supplying artwork to the crib.
To Basil, Garlic, Olive Oil, Parmesan Cheese, and Half-Half, for making delicious pesto.
To Daven, for making Saturday evenings in Hollywood always memorable.
To Tilex Shower Spray, for eliminating soap scum.
To Sunday Nights at Zanzibar, for dropping the mesemerizing beats.
To Dayquil, for making my loogies tang orange.

And to perpetual confusion, for making life a quest for clarity.


andycat stayed in the red at 8:45 PM


Monday, January 02, 2006


Coming wild like camp lo in vegas last thursday night.

Down 5 bills and feeling like a jackass, we decide to embark on a journey to Hard Rock's Body English, the club formerly known as Baby's.

Wander to the front of the spot with the surly looking bouncer.

Is this a private party?

Yes.

Do you have to be on a list?

Yes, but we'll let you in anyway.

Sweet.

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So how much is the cover?

Oh don't worry about it.

Yes!

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Can I have a Grey goose, splash of soda? *Hand the bartender a 20*

RJ's birthday, open bar until 11:00.

*Looks at watch which say 10:08*

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Wow, hit a gold mine.

No cover, open bar.
No cover, open bar.
No cover, open bar.
No cover, open bar.
No cover, open bar.

You know how open bar, generally means like well drinks, and bud lights?
This was serious ly OPEN bar.

Grey Goose, Red Bull please.

Patron Chilled, please.

Bottle of Fiji water, for later please.

Are those cigarettes free too?

Ketel, rocks, with a twist, please.

Cop a feel on the hot bartender please.

Oh man, that was fun.


andycat stayed in the red at 9:44 PM