Shooting a 'Star'

Why haven't I heard of...The Mars Volta

Get him to the greek was one of the funniest movies I've seen all year. I loved it when it was in theaters and it's only gotten funnier since I downloaded bought the unrated version.

Anyways theres a scene were he wants to take his girlfriend to a The Mars Volta show and after hearing it she says " I don't think it's worth me being tired over"



So I checked The Mars Volta out and as always I get the first album. To me the first album is the best reference of an artist and what they are capable of and if you like/hate the first album then you already know what time it is with the artist. I did it when AuthentikFlai told me about Scienze and it really works.


Anyways this is their first album and I think it's pretty brilliant. I'm still musically digesting it my damn self and when I finish, I'm definitely getting the second.

Check it out and see what you guys think.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=NIP8UJHO

Hoes on my dick cause I look like J.K Rowling...

You know how people direct you to thier personal playlist of youtube movies, the one's that are "SOOO FUUUNNNNY LOLOLOLOL"... That's how I came across this one here. The first couple minutes are kinda 'chuckle worthy' but as I started really listening to this dude talk, I thought one of two things.. He's either
A. Sitting back waiting for this to go viral
or
B. About to back the car in the garage and asphyxiate himself
and of course
C.They shouldn't never gave you niggas cameras!

I think it's fucked up that a lot of black males feel under this pressure to be 'cool/swagged out/ swag to the 6/swag on full attack/hoes on my dick l cause I look like jesus' all the time. I'm real glad I got out of that mentality and I just started trying to be like myself...
I'm about to be 25 come November and think that's the age when being 'fresh and cool' gets thrown out the window and it becomes more about what you have achieved.

I use to think "GAME" was this magical "script" you would say to a chick and she'd be in the palm of your hand (via phone number) It was only through rejections, etc. did I realize it's not pickup lines and smooth talking chicks..it's about confidence
I feel like if you're able to hold a conversation with a chick and keep her interested... You have some type of "game"...I'm positive that's this dudes issue.

But at the same time asking someone to "be confident" is like asking a rookie to join a pickup game, and when he's fucking up, the whole team is like...
"GET YO SORRY ASS OF THE COURT!!! WTF YOU DOIN BRUH!!!"

If anything that just makes it worse. He needs to not have been put in the game in the first place, or taught the game though practice and fundamentals before he's put in the paint. I didn't have that confidence because I didn't understand women. Now I'm not a Mel Gibson ass dude or a Bossmack Topsoil....
BUT I do know that women can only love men they respect, and can only respect men who understand them. That confidence; if you don't understand women then it's bullshit. Good women see right through bullshit... Yeah, they might humor you until you start getting worsome; but they won't really be fucking with you "LIKE THAT" anyways.
"It's easy to move from girl to girl when you're playing puppet master with these stupid young hoes Andre, rather than having your mind and body fully intellectually stimulated with a woman who's worth it ."

Pic Tails 42: 35mm edition

This is my Canon I shoot with... I got a tripod from a really cool dude on craigslist and he showed me some features on my own camera I didn't even know existed.

I rarely get in front of the camera anymore. It's like all of my friends have parkinson's and plus I still don't have a 'blue steel' or 'magnum' look yet. I finally got a roll developed after going through so much bullshit with the photo tech.

I met a girl 'Nivia' at work nearing the end of summer. It was during the time when I was enjoying a few girls company and as 'nivia' and myself spent more time together, I realized that I would have no problem flaking off on other girls to spend time with her. And boy did I flake off!

'Nivia' was a lot of things I wanted in a girl. Snazzy dresser, free spirited, well traveled, former magnet student, current nerd, and she has a body type that I go wild for. She was all these things and had a boyfriend. That in no way deterred me because even though I am a gentleman and a renaissance man in every sense of the word, I have no qualms about keeping somebodies girlfriend company especially while he's away at grad school.

Alas, nothing can stay gold forever and the summer ended, She went up to see her BF and I don't know how or why my feeling toward her changed... I mean I still like her but I feel like....I don't know, but I damn sure don't feel the same way I did before and as is the case with it. I don't think I can feel like that for her again?

This is not 'nivia' BTW

I think this girl is beautiful. I want to covet her, not in the weird way though...


This girl broke my lawn chair with her sitting shenanigans!
Girls from the YMCA.

A very stately looking black labrador.

Two girls repping rock smith outside the Dom Kennedy show. I saw them and thought it was funny that they're both dressed like they're audtioning for the role of 'Aunt Viv'.A sorry ass lifeguard.
I went to a Dom Kennedy show and it was very cool. I ran into a lot of old friends and I was able to be on stage while Dom was performing. I felt like I was rocking on stage with him.
My bro Sean representing Atlanta Got Sole.

Drinking sweet tea vodka and sake had me sweatin' in that Georgia summer evening heat. Having a pretty erudite sititng on me didn't help much either.My aunt came over all the way from west london to visit my mother. My mother in turn paid her back by making a crazy face in this picture.

@TooBlackforBET

When people would ask me if I was on twitter, my reply would always be.

"My life is too interesting for 140 characters or less."

I've been using it for the past week (via white iPhone 4)

and I have really came to like it. I can definitly see how people can immerse themselves in that world and lose relationships, friends and time. I felt the same way I felt when I first used myspace from hot or not. The learning curve wasn't steep at all and before long I was @'ing and #'ing all over the place. I've found while I'm at the lot it's a cool place to tweet and the girls that come into the club I valet at make it a whole lot more interesting.

I've been shooting with this Canon Rebel 35mm and the more I shoot the more I want to invest in some proper lenses for it. I've been shooting it digitally and the shots have been coming out pretty good.

School is back in season and I couldn't be happier. The campus I go to is only 3 miles away, which equates to a 16 minute ride on my road bike (the white one)

I'm using the bike to kick start my exercise regime because swimming season is right around the corner and I think I'm Mike Phelps, Greg Louganis!

Don't fuck with the internet

Just by looking up Jessi Slaughter on Google, Anon found her Facebook, Twitter, and MySpace, leading to even more epic lulz. As Jessi is only eleven and a whore, she accepts all friend requests; even from accounts with ridiculous names, such as I.P. Freelyand Pedobear (SRSLY). Thus, anon managed to get her email address, followed by an actual street address.......very quickly the situation reached critical mass, going into full raid mode. Pizzas and UPS boxes were promptly ordered to her home and there were a number of requests for Craigslist whores in the area to be directed to the address.....

Shortly thereafter, the volume on this entire episode gets cranked up to eleven when two new videos appear in which the girl bawws hysterically while her dad and his awesome child-molester mustache go completely ape shit bonkers, screaming at the computer over the IRL and OL trolling they've just endured.

Jessi cries that "her life is ruined" and that she's "going through hell", while the father spits out instant classics such as "you dun goofed", and he's "backtraced [our] emails" and that the "cyberpolice are on their way" and when they find us "the consequences will never be the same."

Why would people do such a thing... Oh I know why!

You broke your iPhone 4 already?!?

I don't know why I ride around with my iPhone on my lap like it's a pistol. Nor do I know why I hop outta my 'blasian' like I'm hopping out of a Maserati. Either way, it was a combo of both of those that led me to cracking the shit outta my iPhone 4.

MIA

I've listened to the first two tracks and I'm not really ready to weigh in on it yet. Plus with new music digestion, the first listens I don't know whether I like it or not. Until there's that one song that gets stuck in my head and through that it will spark my interest in the album as a whole.

I got into her after reading a review about her song with timbaland and his line about 'teepee' and MIA being the wrong kind of indian. I listened to piracy funds terrorism (check it out) like mad and then I listened to her first cd arular and then her newest via paper planes.

Anyways check it out and see what you think.

Andre gets an Iphone 4

I had the perfect opportunity to Pre order the Iphone 4 on the 15th and receive it like 2 weeks early. I woke up at like 8 am and had to stop by to see my mother and then it was off to the AT&T store to preorder. The fatal flaw in that plan was that I did not wake up alone at 8 am, I woke up with 'Lisa" and she wanted to ride with me to see my mom, and because she is unemployed she see's going to bartending school as a way to make some easy quick cash. (after paying $549 to learn to mix drinks) I'm not a dream killer but I know she doesn't know shit about alcohol and to her 'blue motorcycles' and 'long islands' are the extent of her alcoholic knowledge. So she had to be there at 12 to 'get some information' so that meant that I didn't even get to preorder because we got there at 1055 and all the early adopters/ people who were smart enough to not bring their GF/BF's had already beaten us to the punch.

All that is aside now and I love my new iPhone, I've heard all the fanboy bullshit from people with Sprint Evo's and all that jazz but in my experience it's like my iPhone barely fit in my pocket sometimes. Definitely DO NOT WANT anything larger. I have seen the EVO screen in person - its great for watching videos, but that's it - don't need a fuckin tablet to make calls with. The internet on an EVO is faster I can't even stunt on that and iPhone is wi-fi to wi-fi now, but this will change. I look for simplicity. EVO's chat uses 3rd party software. On the iPhone you dial the damn phone number & hit the video button. Period.

And I still have the chocolate case for the 4, I had to shrink it hot water but now it fits like a glove.

Andre gets hit by a police car

I hear the crunch and see the police car in my peripheral vision and I say "Are you fucking serious?"

My parked car was just sitting there and I just walked past the police car as he was backing up and as soon as I cleared the car I heard the sound of heavy objects colliding and I knew from where the sound came from it was my car that got hit.

The crazy thing was like 8 cars came for backup to just laugh at the rookie cop. I told him I wasn't gonna be a dick about it but since I knew that government insurance was paying for it, they were definitely gonna straighten me out.

Pillow talk

"Just imagine if we were married we wouldn't even wanna be all up on each other like that and sex would be the last thing on our minds, we would just be worried about going to bed, getting some sleep, getting up in the morning and going to work......

...

...

Are your eyes closed andre"

I hear some things people tell me and inside it makes me feel the complete opposite of the intended effect. This was most definitly one of those times. In my mind, things like that make marriage seem like a real ball and chain. 'Lisa's' parents slept in different rooms. One upstairs and one downstairs. When I am over there hanging out with her it is the wierdest shit I've ever seen, and she thought it was perfectly normal.

So I totally see why she thinks that relationships without physical intimacy are A-ok, being that I see it doesn't mean I like it. My friends tell me I need to plant a seed in my head that in one month, I'm not going to be with this girl. Anytime I feel like I've made the decision to not be with a girl, I see it as kind of shuffling the deck and drawing a new card. Not to sound douchish but I know that if I continue feeling like this I'm going to end up hurting this girl. I'm working nights at the club and meeting girls and not really following up for that exact reason. I don't want to hurt 'Lisa', but I'm not going to be in a situation where I'm unhappy.

Picture me rollin'

Aside from trying to make my insurance money do acrobatics after the crash, I bought a Prelude from auction. My heart raced when I raised my hands and took it with the winning bid. When I see my VW now, I see them as being ex's. I notice them but I feel like I'm happy with what I got and yeah, I miss it a little but, oh well...

Like Pulling Teeth pt 2

You come back with a Garfield band aid on your finger and I ask you what happened and you tell me...

"Let's go outside"

My heart is racing in my stomach and a million questions are flying through my head.

"You don't want to go through with it?!" is the first thing I think, because a change of heart right now would be completely understood, followed by "Was there any complications?"

Instead of lambasting you with questions, I just wait to see what you have to say.

I listen as you tell me that you need a few things from the car because once they call you again, you'll be back there for two hours and won't be able to come back. They showed you a picture and you said it looked like a comma. I started to ask you what you wanted when you'd get out but I know you and I know that a grape fanta and cupcakes will do you just right. After getting buzzed back in we sit and I tell you that I feel like 'In elementary school when your teacher would call home and leave that message telling your mom/dad you were suspended for _____, and your mom had already picked you up and there was that window of time with that uneasy feeling before she found out.' That's how I felt now.

You scoff because you say I'm too dramatic, but I scoff right back to myself because I'm surprised because of how calm you appear, but I know that it's you 'telling silly jokes as you walk through a graveyard' because I don't think the brevity of this has hit you yet. I mean you've researched it, your friend told you about it and we've talked in length about it. But I still don't think you know....

They call your name and although I wish I could go back there with you, I can't. I have to find something to do with two hours before I can pick you up. Before I get in my car to head out I think to myself... "this is what I gave up Costa Rica for...This?" (once I got over the sadness of bot being somewhere tropical, I went to work to find a new vacation and that place was either the Dominican Republic or Costa Rica. Both relatively easy places to get to from Atlanta and with the hotel deal I found, awww shit. But when I told you about it you weren't as nearly enthralled with it as I was and when you told me "It's says it's gonna rain all week in Costa Rica. I don't wanna go somewhere rainy." I was heated because I'm like, you've only been to Chicago and Panama City and you're now scoffing at a fucking trip to Costa Rica! I knew that I'd have to forsake yet another trip and handle our situation headon.)

Like pulling teeth pt.1

You may or may not be arguing about previous ex's hanging around and waiting in the wings for the opportune time to strike. Or the need for attention from someone who is a 'real' man, but the ride will be tumultuous at best because there will be an elephant in the car with you.

The place might not be as hard to find and you might not get asked by a strange looking white woman "Are y'all heading to _____?"

But eventually you will find it. For some reason the door has a buzzer and a sign telling you to leave your cell in the car, no food allowed either. So you might have to go to the car and put that shit up, I know I did. So you go up to the counter and they'll give you a packet of information to fill out. As you take it to your seat you might scan the room. Everybody is doing there own thing, whether it's reading through a magazine they don't particularly have an interest in, staring at the floor and some of the girls jut have their heads down. But they all have that same expression on their face that says.. "How did I get here"

As we sit I see that they have a tv playing 'Divorce Court' and the case involves paternity. I think to myself, "that's kind of the wrong thing to have on right now...especially here!"

So I tune it out and assist you with your packet of info. I really only know a few ways to deal with tense situations and that's to lighten the load with a little comic relief... you know a little joke here and there. So we work through the packet fill out the questions. Watch out for the carbon copies because they'll bleed right through...too late.

After getting the packet we just wait to hear your name. The only thing that we were left with was information about what was gonna be happening to you, what to expect and aftercare and so on and so forth. We talk about everything but whats gonna happen, how I think you should be with me afterwards because who knows how you'll be feeling and I know you don't want your parents to know! In a waiting room you can't fill every minute with foolish banter so I take a look around the room and take stock of my surroundings. Some girls came with there boyfriends, so with their mothers, and one like the one in front of us, came with their fathers.

She puts her head on my shoulder to just rest while they call her name. I want to hold her hand but I can't imagine what is going through her head right now. So I just sit there and sya to myself. "It's for the best". We play 'hangman' but you give up because you say I don't play it right. Oh look, they just called your name.

You come back with a Garfield band aid on your finger and I ask you what happened and you tell me...

"Let's go outside"

My heart is racing in my stomach and a million questions are flying through my head.

"You don't want to go through with it?!" is the first thing I think, because a change of heart right now would be completely understood, followed by "Was there any complications?"

Instead of lambasting you with questions, I just wait to see what you have to say.

I listen as you tell me that you need a few things from the car because once they call you again, you'll be back there for two hours and won't be able to come back. They showed you a picture and you said it looked like a comma. I started to ask you what you wanted when you'd get out but I know you and I know that a grape fanta and cupcakes will do you just right. After getting buzzed back in we sit and I tell you that I feel like 'In elementary school when your teacher would call home and leave that message telling your mom/dad you were suspended for _____, and your mom had already picked you up and there was that window of time with that uneasy feeling before she found out.' That's how I felt now.

You scoff because you say I'm too dramatic, but I scoff right back to myself because I'm surprised because of how calm you appear, but I know that it's you 'telling silly jokes as you walk through a graveyard' because I don't think the brevity of this has hit you yet. I mean you've researched it, your friend told you about it and we've talked in length about it. But I still don't think you know....

They call your name and although I wish I could go back there with you, I can't. I have to find something to do with two hours before I can pick you up. Before I get in my car to head out I think to myself... "this is what I gave up Costa Rica for...This?" (once I got over the sadness of bot being somewhere tropical, I went to work to find a new vacation and that place was either the Dominican Republic or Costa Rica. Both relatively easy places to get to from Atlanta and with the hotel deal I found, awww shit. But when I told you about it you weren't as nearly enthralled with it as I was and when you told me "It's says it's gonna rain all week in Costa Rica. I don't wanna go somewhere rainy." I was heated because I'm like, you've only been to Chicago and Panama City and you're now scoffing at a fucking trip to Costa Rica! I knew that I'd have to forsake yet another trip and handle our situation headon.)

The Vacay

Right now I'm riding back from hartsfield international airport. If I would have been travelling alone I would probably be settling into my seat catching up on some much needed sleep, hopefully I would sleep for the whole 5 hours an wake up at Bridgetown International Airport. In Barbados. But instead I'm riding the city train back home because this girl does not understand.

Getting up to the airport was the worst thing because as soon as I saw the security checkpoint line I was like there's no way we're gonna make this flight. I really wanted to fucking scream because here I am with a suitcase full of new clothes and the mind frame that I won't be seeing Georgia for at least two weeks. So I try anyway and ask the Delta kiosk agent what we can do and she tells me....

"Check in for this flight is closed, you should've been here earlier!"

I felt that hot feeling in my body that I get when I can't find something like my keys and I really need to be somewhere, so I didn't say anything but my body language says it all to her. What really heated me up was just the lackadaisical attitude she had and her comments like..

"Well maybe we can get on the next flight"...."Well, everything happens for a reason"....."Somebody really was praying for me not to go!" "Well you can go later can't you?"

It took all the tact I could muster to not tell 'lisa'...

"Shut the fuck up, we woudn't be in this situation if you didn't wake up late, get over here late and then try to flip the script on me saying I made you fell 'flustered' by calling you multiple times and that I had a rude tone when I asked you where you were. You fucking ruined my vacation."

Add that to the fact that my little German girl got smashed on the morning before and it really makes for a cherry on a shitty sundae. Supri