Storytime

Actresses Nick Likes, But Justin Doesn't Like

Sandra Bullock (b. 1964, Arlington, VA)


Emmanuelle Devos (b. 1964, Puteaux, France)


Paula Prentiss (b. 1938, San Antonio, TX)


There is no word yet on Justin's opinion of Paula's equally charming sister, Ann.

Blarf.

Fat Pat "Tops Drops"

“Texas plates don't hate, showing up in the state…”


I’ve always had a soft spot for this video.

There's the motif of the spinning Houston skyline and a lot of bounding Lincoln town cars (“Running lights shining bright, floating smooth as a kite/ Trunk cracked Fat Pat, breaking all haters hats”). The dancers are all nice-looking and not so rehearsed that they lose their humanity and I imagine the grove that they’re grinding in has a picnic shelter just off-camera.

But lest we float away on the hook ("I just wanna drop it, aaaa-aall night long"), note that the “Pat” in the video’s “family intro” is wearing a tee-shirt that reads: ‘Fat Pat – Rest in Peace.’ This BBQ-fortified linebacker is, in fact, John “Big Hawk” Hawkins, Pat’s older brother.

“Pat—please be careful out there.”

Patrick “Fat Pat” Hawkins was unavailable for the shoot. He'd been murked at the Meadows Southwest Apartments, 10440 South Drive, on February 3rd, 1998. A single bullet in the head removed the 27-year-old from the Third Coast scene, and this mortal coil.

The following days’ Houston Chronicle reported:

“Homicide investigators said Hawkins and three friends went to the complex near the Southwest Freeway and Beltway 8 about 1 p.m. to collect money from a promoter. The friends waited in a car while Hawkins went into an apartment leased to the promoter's girlfriend. They later saw two men running from the unit.”

The Chronicle of the 6th reports a “Kenneth Eric Watson, 24” being sought for questioning. There is no follow-up report of an arrest. With all due respect to the overworked and underpaid Houston PD, one doubts this sits high on their stack of cold case files.

“Fat Pat” Hawkins was an original member of 3rd Ward Houston's ill-starred Screwed Up Click. This alone may have earned Pat some small measure of immortality, but greater heights beckoned. From Pat’s MySpace shrine:

“Due to an overwhelming response by rap fans in the South, slain rap artist 'Fat Pat's' debut album Ghetto Dreams sold over 20,000 copies during the first week of its release in Houston, Texas. This phenomenal album takes listeners on a mystical journey with up beat tempos and captivating tales of everyday life in the South. The originator of what is becoming widely renown [sic] as the 'Screwed Up' sound, Fat Pat's posthumous success is definitely a testimonial to his memory.”

“Tops Drop” was released, on Wreckshop Records (“The 1st Major Independent Record Label”), as Ghetto Dreams’ leadoff single. It reached #5 on the Billboard rap charts, Pat’s highest-ever appearance. The bass line comes from Dallas r & b duo Yarbrough and Peoples’ funky-as-shit 1980 hit “Don’t Stop the Music.” Apparently, it's still on the radio in Houston all the time.

Fat Pat’s remains are interred in Houston’s Paradise South Cemetery, alongside that of brother Big Hawk, killed in 2006.

Goodbye, Fat Pat.



"Because we Third Coast born, that means we Texas raised
My whole click gettin rich, yeah we gotta stay paid"

The Liquid Metal Creed

"You think you know something, don't you?

You think you're the clever little girl who knows something. There's so much you don't know, so much. What do you know, really? You're just an ordinary little girl, living in an ordinary little town. You wake up every morning of your life and you know perfectly well that there's nothing in the world to trouble you. You go through your ordinary little day, and at night you sleep your untroubled ordinary little sleep, filled with peaceful stupid dreams.

And I brought you nightmares. Or did I? Or was it a silly, inexpert little lie? You live in a dream. You're a sleepwalker, blind. How do you know what the world is like? Do you know the world is a foul sty? Do you know, if you rip off the fronts of houses, you'd find swine?

The world's a hell. What does it matter what happens in it? Wake up, Charlie. Use your wits. Learn something."

Do You Really Wanna Hurt Mace?

Justin:

Nick: How did you come across that, pray tell?
Justin: Mace Windu google image search, obv
Nick: I know you like Mace Windu a lot.
J: He's captivating.
Nick: What would you say your favorite aspect of the character of Mace Windu is?
J: Probably his infinite calm and wisdom.
What's yours?
Nick: He shows a certain grace under pressure I've always esteemed. That and his laid-back, understated wit.
J: He is not one to underestimate.
Nick: The last Sith to underestimate Mace Windu no doubt came to rue the decision.
J: Thankfully for the Sith, most know of Windu's power and show proper fear and respect.
J: It is one of the "absolutes" in which they alone deal.
J: Come to think of it, I can think of another group in power who deal largely in black-and-white absolutes.
The administration of President George W. Bush.
Nick: Two groups with stunningly similar agendas.
J: Being evil.
Nick: "What's the most evil decision we can make?" asks Dick Cheney.
J: "The one that best crushes goodness," replies Wolfowitz.

Liquid Metal Book Club

Can someone either read this to me in person or record themselves and give me the CD-R? It's just not happening on my own.

Please Stop Punctuating Your Writing With the Word "Like," As to Give it a Casual, Cavalier, Laid-Back Air

This is fucking irritating when girls who should know better do it incessantly in conversation, and even worse when it actually sees print as a conscious stylistic decision to lend your work a "conversational" quality.

Almost invariably you're referring to something that was not "like" something else, but something that in fact is or was.

I'm not a big stickler when it comes to proper English, but this is just precious beyond belief. What are you, Angela fucking Chase?



"I know that everything is futile when the house is burning. But I have to do this, as long as it is at all possible; for if those who are obliged to look after commas had always made sure they were in the right place, then Shanghai would not be burning."

--Herr Karl Kraus

I'm Fed Up with Hipsters!

All they care about is there record collections!





Or their Ipods!





I'm so sick of this! WAKE UP! YOU'VE BEEN CO-OPTED BY THE MAINSTREAM!


We need to stop DANCING to this WHITE BOY NEO-DISCO CRAP and start a fucking REVOLUTION!













Am I the only one left to who UPRISING isn't just another MARKETING BUZZ WORD? These COUNTERCULTURE MOVEMENTS used to MATTER!










Oh, I forgot, if there was a real revolutiion you might lose your TRUST FUNDS!!!





Sorry. I just HAD to get this off my chest!!!
TAKE OUR YR EAR BUDS AND LISTEN TO THE PULSE OF THE WORLD FOR A CHANGE!

Let's Get Our Posting for 2008 Started Right