but srsly.

a few weeks prior to the election i had a dream that barack obama was attempting to feed me roofies. what i'm realizing now is that it's really important to listen to your subconscious cues. i know no one really likes to hear political wank because it's everywhere. but i had another dream last night that i tried to break a bottle over nancy pelosi's head, so maybe it's a sign that i just need to voice my frustrations in a blog that no one reads.

when obama was telling the world that he was change we could believe in, i was not expecting him to fix everything in a short period of time or maybe even ever. but i was kind of expecting him to select a treasury secretary who -- oh, i don't know -- paid his taxes. or make good on the promise of transparency by putting a 1,000+ page bill on the internet for the public to read before having congress vote on it, not after it's already become law. or at least allowing congress sufficient time to read this monster before having to vote on it. or after months of campaigning against pork spending in bills, to actually veto a bill filled with 8,000 of these projects instead of signing it and saying, "this is the last time you're going to get away with this, respresentatives. do you hear me?"

after the stimulus bill first passed, i kept hearing obama say things like, "why wouldn't we replace the federal fleet with hybrid cars?" well, at this very moment in time, that is totally not a fucking priority.

another issue that i am often contemplating is that there is not a lot of accountablity among the government, which is frightening considering how much power they really have. several of these incredibly people regulating the amount of money people give to the government DON'T PAY THEIR OWN TAXES AND DON'T FACE ANY LEGAL REPURCUSSIONS, which is very upsetting to me. but also, nobody will take any fucking responsibility for any type of major fuck up. like chris dodd singing "i didn't have anything to do with those millions of dollars in bonuses given to AIG assholes" one day and then changing his tune to "actually, i sort of did," the next. and yes, i know that president bush did not leave office with anything close to a surplus, but these billions and billions and billions of dollars that are being spent now are not being signed off by bush.

and i don't really fully understand how these people are going to fix a crisis laregely related to people living beyond their financial means by placing the nation into such a staggering level of debt. and i also don't understand how the government can ignore that most economists are not impressed by this plan. but i go to a community college, so what do i know.

a blog about t-pain.

there is a person in popular culture who i think about quite often because i find his prominence and influence to be somewhat puzzling. his name is t-pain. of course that's not his real name, which is faheem rasheed najm, which is of islamic origin because t-pain is muslim. which is kind of funny, even though it probably shouldn't be.

but t-pain's faith is not what brings me here today.

first of all, i am very impressed by this man's ability to have completely infiltrated the rap and r&b market without anybody caring that he is really quite limited in his talents. every song he is involved with sounds exactly the same, and in my conservative estimations, he has collaborated with every artist who has been on BET at any time within the last two years. i am sure he is paid a large sum of money for his work and know he is very prolific. i would say that he could very comfortably retire right now, at the age of 23.* and i politely request that he consider this plan of action.

because i think t-pain has reached the maximum number of auto-tuned songs about drinking and fucking girls (who may or may not be strippers) in or around cars or after telling them about your car anyone should produce within a lifetime. seriously. and he has only been doing this professionally for a few years. what's even stranger about t-pain's appeal is that i kind of doubt any of his lyrical content is based in fact.

here's why:



i have kind of a hard time believing women are dying to rip their panties off for this man, if you see what i'm getting at. (that's subtle for, "t-pain is unattractive.") which in a way, makes me even more impressed that he has been able to make such a successful living by singing songs about scoring all of these shawties, if you will. this is why i feel like "chopped and screwed" is the only song based on his personal experiences. i totally believe that he has been led on by ladies aplenty who just wanted him to buy them drinks but did not want to go back to the crib to get down to business.

but enough is enough. please stop making music. i will buy you a drank.




*i cannot believe this man is not even a full four years older than me and so ridiculously well accomplished. it's giving me a complex.

update: weather.com knows what it's talking about.

it is snowing.

and i'm not just talking sprinkled baby flakes. there is a blanket of snow covering lawns and roofs in my neighborhood, and the rate of precipitation has not slowed. i feel like i woke up in northern idaho.


needless to say, i want to kill myself. but this is obviously indicative of the rapture being near, so i guess i'll just wait it out.