***Disclaimer***
I've decided that if I'm going to be incorporating these little music clips into my blog it would make sense to place them at the beginning of the post so that people can listen to them as they read. That having been said, I just wanted to put a "Parental Advisory" of sorts that today's selection contains some choice language, being of the "gangsta rap" variety. If you're game, press play. If you want to spare yourself the pain of either listening to various racial slurs/derogtory (that was surprisingly difficult to spell - perhaps because it's 3:30AM?) remarks towards women/various other blue language, or just listening to gangsta rap, don't bother. And for the record, I don't know why but I find the music I've been putting up here recently pretty funny. If you want to know what I really listen to, check out my weekly "charts". Oh, and this particular song was the result of a bet I made after work tonight and, technically, I think it's a draw. She said it was by Fat Joe, and I said it was someone else, being Terror Squad, although it "features" Fat Joe, as we all know very well that a rap group can't perform solely on their own for some reason.
***End Disclaimer***
Anyways, the whole point of this is me wondering why it is that it takes until 3:30 in the morning for me to suddenly become inspired and want to get all creative and stuff. Maybe it's the amount of time from when I get home from work until now that serves as a sort of buffer between the mind-numbing mundanity of my everyday life and the creative entity that exists somewhere in my psyche. Or maybe it's just Murphy's Law that I suddenly get all worked up when I need to go to bed in order to get up for another day of mind-numbing mundanity. Either way, it's terribly inconvenient.
Oh, and for some reason I've been lusting after "things" lately, so I figured I'd try to expend some of that pent up lust by talking about it here. Maybe it's because I just did my taxes and, taxman willing, I should be getting a fair refund this year (which should really be directed towards crushing whatever amounts I have on my credit cards under my heel and putting the rest in savings for whatever craziness might ensue this year).
Anyways, on to the lusting (the gangsta rap seems oh-so-appropriate now):
Probably first and foremost on the list is a White Apple Macbook Core 2 Duo. And a MOTU Traveler. This would cover a few basic, umm, "needs". A new computer (the four crappy old ones just aren't cutting the high tech mustard), a mobile recording device (when coupled with the Traveler), and a shiny new gadget. Oh boy oh boy oh boy. And I could take it on tour with me. Although I don't know if I actually would for fear of it getting lost, stolen, damaged, or all of the above. But anyways, there it is.
Secondly, and probably more realistically, a Sony digital camera (can't think of the exact model right now). This I would definitely take on tour, and would basically buy it for that reason. How many chances does a person get to do this kind of stuff? Gotta have something to show the grandkids someday, right? And it would be so convenient to have a nice little Macbook to transfer my tour photos to. Oh boy oh boy oh boy.
Umm, and thirdly, I guess, would be a Mazda 3 Sport. Yeah, well, one can always dream, right? Actually, I wouldn't actually want this right now as it would undoubtedly be broken into/stolen where I live right now, and it's a royal pain in the grass to try to park around here. I guess I'll save this one for when I own a house with hardwood floors and an old upright piano in the corner. And a dog that can play said piano.
Anywho, reality beckons and I really must get to bed. Gotta get up relatively early (11AM maybe?) to go buy my bus pass for March and withdraw my rent money. February is such a gyp when it comes to rent. I mean, can it really even be considered a month? It's like the Pluto of months. Shouldn't we get half off or something?
Anyways, that's about it for right now. Hopefully I'll remember the next rap song I intend to put up here in my next post. It's a classic.
Peace.
