The Munch

Sometimes, I want to write a blog post about whatever is pissing me off at the time. Seriously. I just want to open up the MacBook and just get busy. But I can’t. Although The Munch is my blog and somewhat personal, it is not my online journal. I’ve been going through a lot on the personal front, so I suppose that’s why there’s been the hold up in updating. Sigh. Sorry… to whomever is out there reading this. I have so much I want to write about… I just need to deal with the other stuff first.

True story: a few months ago, I had Drake’s Successful on repeat. I would listen to it all day. When I finally peeped the video I have to admit, I was less than impressed. I get it, he’s a new artist who didn’t have a big video budget, but still, I want (and expect) more - call me spoiled.

I’m waiting to see how Drake’s career unfolds. He’s definitely one to watch and I’m looking forward to a new hiphop “star”. I was just singing his praises with Best I Ever Had and suddenly I’m looking stupid when Probe asks me, “how the hell did they get away with calling women hoes?” And just like that, the love is gone.

I saw this interview with Nas & Nardwuar from Canada. I’m not familiar with Nardwuar so I didn’t really know what to expect. It begins with Nardwuar pointing out Canadian connections to Nas. It was pretty cool and Nas was a good sport. But then… lol, it goes left and ends way more harsh than I would have imagined.

I had to post. I mean, why not. I was actually quite entertained. It was so sad that it ended up being funny. You those kinds of things, right? 

Love songs. Remember those things? When you would lose yourself in the musical expression of love for someone else, whether it be a lover, child or mother? To be honest, I forgot about them. Seriously. I realized that when I was listening to “Give Me the Night” (George Benson) on Equilibrium Radio (WHCR 90.3 FM).

I thought to myself these are cool lyrics! Seconds later Probe nudged me and said, “they’re playing your song.” (This was one of the first records my mother bought me when I got my first record player. My other record was Billy Joel’s ”Uptown Girl”)

I then thought about a comment I heard from Mary J. Blige recently. She said something like Drake’s “You the Best” is the best song we’ve (meaning us ladies) have had in a long time; a song where we are being hailed and loved. I sat there just smh and thinking, this is so sad. So so sad.  Love Sex songs have taken over and it’s a pity. NO one will know how to communicate in a relationship.  

I ended up having a very interesting chat with my friend. Peep it. Quite entertaining.

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I think it’s time to upgrade. I’ve been hosting our domain with 1and1.com for years now, maybe 6 or so. In fact, I was one of their “charter members” which means I was one of the first clients to sign up when they expanded to the US. And now I am running into all kinds of issues. They offer all of these “freebies” but they’re so limited it’s almost not worth it. I think I’m gonna have to upgrade and get ready to start paying for the services I really want. What’s the saying, all good things come to an end… yep, they sure do.

I know times are hard. I get it. But killing your family because of debt is so not the answer to your problems. No one has confirmed that there has been an increase in murder/suicide cases since we’ve entered into a recession, but it seems like every week I hear of another incident. Maybe it’s just reported more. In any event, here’s the latest family murder/suicide in Maryland.

I know I am a tad late… I KNOW this because the dance craze called “daggering” has already been banned by Jamaican government. Apparently, dancers simulate extremely forceful sexual acts but Jamaican doctors have been reporting an increase in penis injuries. Something to the effect of “loud popping noises, followed by excruciating pain, swelling and sometimes blood, broken bones.“ I mean… wtf? You’re not even “doing it” and you’re risking doing it ever again??!! For more on daggering and responses from Jamaican artists, check my boy Rob’s blog, Boomshots for the skinny.