Friday, January 7, 2011

2011: One Step Closer to the Grave

Look, I've been a bit on the lazy side for the last year or so, and haven't really been pouring my ice cold heart carved out of stone into this blog like I did for you all in 2009. I guess I could apologize but really, it was a neccessary break. I mean, I just kind of came to terms with the fact that if I didn't have something original to post, then why bother? Anyone who reads my blog, most likely checks out the other blogs in my blogroll, so with that in mind I came to the conclusion that if I saw a funny video somewhere else, no sense in taking said video and posting it to this site. Gotta keep the content new and flavorful, not stale and borrowed. That being said, put on your blue blockers now, cause I am revamped and have every intention of melting everyone's face off on a daily basis like I once did so well...

Fuckin go time...

So, whats new in the world of Ollie da Don? Same lack of interest in hip hop, same general sense of entitlement, same general lack of respect for authority, and generally the same misoginistic asshole you've all come to love to hate.

Borrrriinnngg...

Onto some new shit... Jersey Shore (which I so carelessly left out of my blog for 2 full seasons, for only god knows what reason) is back for season 3 and back at the Jersey Shore, where it all started. I got on this bus late into the second season, and to date, have yet to watch the first season but what I can tell you is that "the situation" is an ice cold ike turner type of player that goes hard on these hoes like it's his job. I mean straight up, if you aint gettin with the givin up the skins, your ass can bounce type of nonsense. That shit kills me how hard he goes on them hoes. Pauly D, he's a semi funny cat, but its all pretty clear that these dudes are, or rather should be, taking their cues from the sitch, cause my man right there aint playin no games. Oh, you ain't DTF, get to steppin and quit tryna get famous of the sitch's shine. One episode in to season 3 and I'm hooked...

NEEXXXTTTTT...

Over the past year or so I've become a real history channel buff. I swear on Ollie himself, I think I may have found religion thru that channel. No jokes. I cannot get enough of the Ancient Alien theory. These guys, however wacked out of their heads they may be, are making a believer out of me. The shit is real interesting, and I suggest you all take some time out of your busy Thursday nights (who am I kidding, we all know you aint doin shit) and watch this program. It's interesting to say the least...

Apparently there have been some new leads found and are now being explored by detectives regarding the death of both the most over rated rapper in history (Tupac), and quite possibly the greatest rapper of all time (Biggie) respectfully. Not that we didn't all already know that Suge Knight was responsible for both deaths, but now it seems a former LAPD detective is looking into solving these cases independently. I like this idea. I really want to know what really happened... This shit is almost as infamous as the assassination of JFK, or the loss of Jimmy Hoffa.

My boy brought up an interesting topic on fb today regarding the slow decaying and utter pitiful collapse of good hip hop music circa 2002 and prior. The pride people took in crafting solid tunes, the lack of dance steps as lyrics, and the raw emotion cats were puttin out there for the lackluster masses to sink their teeth in to. I miss the days of waiting for an album to drop, having to decide which one I was gonna spend the allowance on this week. I miss cassettes. Shit, I miss cd's. I still have my stacks of wax (thats records to you youngins) and the bottom line here is simple, if I dont own it on wax, I prolly aint checkin for it now. Which ultimately means that I havent purchased any NEW discs, records, itunes, mp3s, etc. in close to 8 years now. Not to say that I havent made purchases, but nothing that dates later than 2004, maybe 2005. Call me a cynic, tell me I'm crazy, but I just miss the days when hip hop made you feel something other than changin the station.

Lil Wayne is a martian. He's nonsensical. His time is done. Stick the proverbial fork in him.

Wiggers. This shit is still really happenin in the midwest. E-thuggin, bandana wearin, pelle pelle jersey havin,lugz "birdman edition" ownin ass white kids from nebraska with their dime store jewelery are still lurkin in my world. The thought alone brings me close to suicide.

Just consider this a freestyle, because there is obviously no legitimate point to where i was going with anything. I just needed to get the rust out of the knuckles and crack away at the ol' keyboard.

Thanks for tunin in, see ya'll way more often in 2011, thats a promise. And by promise I mean, when I think about writing something, I might do it, rather than just let it blend into my natural state of normality.

LSVE rules the world.

-Ollie