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Where my dogs at?

- Marathon Grizzill and Menace II Sobriety: The DJ situation this weekend was hectic. I was originally supposed to cover for my dude while one of my dude’s (Bo Bliz) and my dudette (Lady Jae) held down the Blue Horseshoe with our new monthly called “Menace II Sobriety” (best name ever and wait ‘till you see the flier) but that got all fucked up when still another dude hollered at me and asked me to cover for him at the Marathon Grill. So I found someone to cover for my original covering (and that didn’t turn out so well) while Bo and I held down Marathon. Long story short: Bo and I killed it and it was mad fun (thanks, lowbudget!) and next month Menace II Sobriety is gonna jump off huge like. Don’t forget ‘bout that there White T’s and White Belts shiz that we got poppin’ at Ulana’s the first Friday of October (the 7th). Flier coming soon. We about to put Philly on full-time smash. And what!

- Wayne Waxin’ ‘Bout Wax: Do yourself a favor and visit wayne’s blog urryday before you come here because I’m probably just going to link something from his blog on my blog anyway and he’s constantly coming with the most readable, intelligent, and interesting shit on his shit. Dude makes the rest of us amateurs look like the amateurs we know that we are.

- DJ Shadow Madness: Messageboards are going nuts for this new DJ Shadow mix. Get it here or here or here. It’s got the Cosmo Baker stamp of approval and I think it’s pretty cool but certainly not the life-changing mix of music I was unwittingly convinced into expecting. Oh well. Some white dude decided it’d be a good idea to adapt a few DJ Shadow tracks for a live performance by some high-school percussion quintet. The results are cute: this andthis.


- Birds vs Birds: To my great delight this weekend, my beloved Seahawks (who I had given up on until yesterday’s game) beat the perpetually (i.e. last two years) overrated Atlanta Falcons because Michael Vick CAN NOT PASS FROM THE POCKET. I don’t care how much dude can run and how insanely athletic he is, if you’re the only player on the field that has the authority to throw the ball forward, you had better be marginally better than average at it if you expect to do big thangs (i.e. win the ‘chip). I’m not a part of the Vick bandwagon at all. I respect dude’s athleticism immensely (especially given his physical ailments), but at some point, you gotta be able to make that 10 to 15 yard pass with a certain degree of accuracy. Frankly, I don’t care if he was cramping up either. Pulling him on the final play of the game (that 4th and 14) was the most blatant vote of NON-confidence in Vick’s passing game that I’ve ever seen. He’s your fucking franchise player for fuck’s sake! Byron Leftwich was gunning like a warrior at the end of the Colts game getting absolutely HAMMERED every play. Don’t tell me Vick couldn’t take one more snap… especially since he walked off the field so easily. Eff him.

- Shawn Carter has become a common alias of criminals: This is a sad story that’s marginally funny because of the simple fact that “Shawn Carter has become a common alias of criminals, according to the Pennsylvania Department of Corrections.” Fuck the police. Dude told cops his name was "Shawn Carter" and they put him in jail because some dude named Shawn Carter was wanted for a bunch o' shit: Peep this garbage:

Any of these known facts could have sprung Johnson: He was in jail at the time of Carter's arrest. Johnson's sister and sister-in-law are Hill Correctional Facility employees. Officials ignored their pleas that Johnson was not Carter. Carter had a dragon tattoo, which was described in the arrest warrant. Johnson did not. Authorities never compared the two men's fingerprints. Officials had photographs of both men. Carter is 3 inches taller than Johnson.

- Hurricane Crisis Benefit: David Banner and friends up in the New York Times. The bol Kalefeh has really been holding it down over there. Kudos.

-e