Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Be Your Girl by teedra moses

Don't know if you got a girl.
Don't mean no disrespect but
Thoughts of you rule my world.
I even dream of you, I swear…
Visions of you and I.

See you all around my way,
Been meaning to say "Hi" but
I'm just way too shy.
I gotta make you see this is
More than just a silly crush.

(And I...) Wonder if you even notice me and
(Oh..) You gotta feel me.
(And I...) Would love you good.
(Just wanna be your girl)

All alone at night
I harbor feelings for you.
Holding my pillow tight,
Sometimes I even touch myself
Imagining your pleasure baby.

Next time I see you I'm
Gonna walk right up to you and
Say what's on my mind
I gotta make you see, this is
(More) than just a silly crush

(And I...) Wonder if you even notice me and
(Oh..) You gotta feel me
(And I...) Would love you good.
(Just wanna be your girl)

I wonder if you even notice me and
Ooh you gotta feel me.
I would love you good.
(Just wanna be) (Just wanna be)
(Just wanna be) your girl.
(And I...) Wonder if you even notice me and
(Oh..) You gotta feel me
(And I...) Would love you good.
(Just wanna be your girl)


YouTube Video

Teedra Moses has been in my heavy rotation lately so I wanted to show her some love. Rather than plagiarize various online sources to give your her background, I'll simply provide some helpful links and let you do the homework if you're interested...

Links-






Holla if ya Hear Me!!

Monday, April 28, 2008

Four~Two~It~Us eVENTS

For the first time in a hot minute, my weekend consisted of modest plans... and since I was sorely missing my pace car, it was a safe bet that nothing too crazy or wild would be on the menu. I ran errands in every corner of the city, crossed over into the world of Macs, and stocked up on some summer supplies like a pre-winter squirrel.

Previously, this time of year would be all about the nba playoffs and everything else would take a back seat. In 2008 though, I simply have other priorities. In any event, I figure I'd use the leftover "free" time to watch some of the exciting games that I've been reading about, essentially hoping to substitute a little nba hoops for the usual debauchery I've recently become so enthralled by.

As my luck would have it, each of the games I tried watching this weekend was a blowout. A rout. A shellacking. A good ol' fashioned arse whuppin. Unfortunately for me, the only time I can actually enjoy one of these lashings is when a team I don't like is on the receiving end. And since Miami was already punished during the regular season with the worse record in the league, I don't really have anyone to root against in the playoffs.

So instead of watching edge-of-your-seat hoops action as I had anticipated, I relaxed and contemplated some future plans, hopes and dreams... All I know for certain is my life's compass can point me in just about any direction and like Wyclef once said: Anything Can Happen!

So I guess you'll have to stay tuned...

Who Knows What Tomorrow Brings???

I hope you're listening...

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Feeling trashy like a garbage bag...but far from Glad


So this morning as I'm getting ready for work, I get inspired to pen a new blog entry. By the time I've grabbed my keys, wallet, and jacket, I more or less have it written in my head. As I open my front door, I hear a few birds chirping. Spring is definitely here!!

However, as I get to the end of my driveway and bang a right down the sidewalk, I notice that almost every neighbor in my hood has mistakenly put their trash out a day early.

To back up for a moment, I've lived in this neighborhood for about a year and a half. Admittedly, it took me a while to figure out what day was trash day. Sometimes I'd see trash being put out Wednesday night, other times it was put out Thursday night. Eventually, I figured out that Thursday is the actual trash day, and whenever there is a holiday, it gets pushed back a day. Of course, this puzzle would've been solved much more quickly if I said more than 4 words at a time to any given neighbor (but that's a blog for another time).

Anyways, having been a resident of Taxachusetts for the last 13 years or so, I am fully aware that Patriot's Day is a legal state holiday. Knowing this, I planned on putting my trash out later tonight when I stumble home, most likely in a drunken stupor. If I wasn't already running late this morning, I would've more seriously considered knocking on doors, introducing myself as the guy that's lived here for 19 months without introducing myself, asking if there was some method to their madness. I would've then assured their awareness of Patriot's Day as a legal state holiday, with a reminder that next year it will take place on Monday, April 20th (two holidays for the price of one!! Yayyyy!!!)

Instead, I make my way to the bus stop managing to enjoy the beautiful rays of the sun while I envision what the heat will do to all of that trash baking on the street all day. I think Campbell's said it best: Mmm.. mm Good!!

If I'm lucky, when I get home tonight all of the trash will be gone, and I'll be able to apologize to my neighborhood for being the idiot who not only didn't put his trash out, but chastized everyone else for being on top of their game. We shall see...

So what lesson(s) do I takeaway from this experience? Do I try to be less taciturn in the neighborhood? That's easy enough, small talk can be appended to the general pleasantries. Should I take more of a leadership role despite being one of the younger owners on the block? I could start by printing and distributing copies of the Massachusetts Legal Holidays PDF. Or do I just let it go and focus on the larger issues in life that really matter? This seems like the best route to travel. in fact, once i hit "PUBLISH POST", this will all officially be behind me.

In closing, I'll leave you with a favorite clip from childhood: I Love Trash (1970)

nb: The original blog slated for today will most likely be posted by tomorrow, assuming I don't accidentally delete that file in my head.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

in the knick of time

today's the day (for more reasons than i'll even touch on in this blog)...

the nba playoffs begin. to me, this day's importance is up there with the first day of spring. i basically wait all winter for it, using fantasy basketball as a way to distract me while i wait. and it's finally here. granted, the last few seasons have ended with more fizzle than pop, i have high hopes for this year's championship sweepstakes.

speaking of sweeps, i really only foresee one sweep in the first round...Sorry ATL :( though you will be my home someday, boston is hungry. hungry because larry bird's NOT walking thru that door...hungry because we never saw Len Bias in the Celtic green...hungry because 18-1 just isn't good enough when Brady's behind the wheel...hungry because finishing with the best record in the league is nowhere near good enough for KG...


the cavs-wiz series should be a good one. emphasis on should. there's just no telling if either of these teams will bring their A-game, or if their A-game is even good enough. Having 3 legit all-stars on your squad normally is enough to punch your ticket into the Conference Finals, but with "Agent Zero" at the helm your guess is as good as mine. simply stated, LeBron just doesn't have enough help. Cavs have bounced the Wiz from the race for the chip the last two seasons. though i think this one's a coin flip, i say wizards get their revenge in 6.

orlando- toronto. not much worth saying here (no disrespect). these two teams are truly on the verge. other than previewing future epic battles between bosh and howard, i probably won't be paying much attention to this one. toronto with a slight edge in terms of depth and experience. orlando avoids a sweep, but gets to start vacationing after game 5.

Pistons-Sixers. these teams split the season series at 2 games apiece. sixers really had no business even making the playoffs, but it is the Eastern Conference after all, where being 8 games under .500 is just good enough...Pistons are playing some of their best ball right now, and after a couple seasons that ended in disappointment (which is likely to continue happening with Flip Saunders on the payroll), they've learned to hit their stride at this time of the year. however, since larry brown's departure, pistons have not quite had the "killer instinct". they take games off and will need 6 to dispose of the up-and-coming sixers.

Out West, things will be more interesting. i dare not use the term upset because the fact is, only 7 games separate the 1st and 8th seed (compared to a whopping 29 game difference back east). Many of these series could go either way. Of course, as i type that i must begin my Western Conference preview by saying i think there's no chance the nuggets get out of the first round. my sincerest apologies to melo but you're going to need to dust off the dvd of the 2003 Syracuse national championship because that's the closest to a title you will be for a while. that is, unless your agent finds a way to get you to the east so you can possibly play against LeBron as many as 4 times during the regular season. Honestly, the Iverson-Melo combo is exciting regular season basketball, but falls way short of getting it done in the playoffs. Lakers are probably one of the biggest surprises of the season, benefitting from the head-scrathing deal that landed them Gasol. personal preferences aside, i think Kobe should be a lock for MVP, though they may need to rename the award after chris paul's 07-08 season. Lakers will give away a game, with the hopes that Bynum will be able to get back into mid-season form, as he also still needs time to learn to play alongside Gasol.

Utah-Houston. t-mac might be cursed, but the jury's still out. this year was his best chance to get out of the first round, but then Yao goes down like Frazier. the rockets still manage to assemble a historic win streak (mostly without Yao) and i think Utah was their best first-round matchup. However, Utah is so methodical. This one could go 7. Look for Deron Williams to outshine skip-to-my-lou.

Spurs-Suns. they say revenge is a dish best served cold. i prefer mine piping hot, straight out the microwave...Suns have not been able to get over the hump these past few years, so they shake things up a bit and gamble on Shaq. they'll be able to see immediately if this move pays dividends, as they acquired Shaq, in part, to help them get past the Spurs. they most certainly didn't expect to have to face them in the opening series though. Spurs are the champs and will be so until they are beaten. unfortunately for them, they're not playing great right now, and are really suscpetible to an early round exit. i don't see how this one doesn't go 7, and I'm going out on a limb to say Suns will get it done.

Hornets-Mavs. cp3 has single-handedly carried his franchise from irrelavence last year to almost having the best record in the West this year. his lack of playoff experience may be a factor, just don't expect it be a huge one. the phrase "act like you been here before" immediately comes to mind. and though New Orleans is always likely to be Saints town, with each passing game, many are falling in love with the Hornets, who not long ago were rumored to be on their way to Oklahoma City. as far as the mavs go, you can now look up understatement in the dictionary, and it'll say: the dallas mavericks 06-07 season ended in disappointment. counter-intuitive as it may appear, i think the mavs are in a much better position this year. as the 7th seed, they're not really expected to win (though i'm positive that memo hasn't crossed Mark Cuban's desk). Dirk plays much better in low-pressure situations. both Kidd and Dirk have NBA Finals experience, whereas I believe only Stojakovic has playoff experience on the Hornets, and something tells me his teammates are satisfied with his 3pt production, but aren't really looking to him for guidance. these teams also split their season series, so expect nothing less than that. Dallas in 7.

so that should hold you over for the next 2 1/2 weeks as the first round plays out. by the way, does anyone but me remember when teams would play back to back nights in the playoffs? do we really need 2-3 days between games? of course, those are rhetorical questions, as a lot of tv revenue is lost when all games can't be aired...

my goal was to document my first round picks prior to the actual start of the playoffs. and with 3 hours to go, i actually feel like i'm finishing early. now there's a feeling i rarely experienced back in school. my style was more of the let me wake up "early" that morning to start studying for that exam, or if i skip the class before it, i should have enough time to type up that paper that's due. working better under pressure was the excuse i would commonly cite, but the truth is, doing any work at all is better than not, so though I was a procrastinator i was definitely NOT a liar...


until next time kids---

Thursday, April 17, 2008

mind your p’s…save the q’s for later

Pops’ persistently preached: practice produces perfection (per se) and proper planning probably prevents piss-poor performance.

Paulo prefers proactive poetry over procrastinating prose - like a petty porpoise with a pretty purpose.

Parallel parking players privately procure promiscuous prostitutes’ pleasure with pornographic paraphernalia purchased from playboy and penthouse. Prudent protégés passionately prepare popular pool parties.

Positively, poverty painfully punishes parents while prisons prohibit peaceful progress with powerful public propaganda. Police protocol properly protects their partners and prosecutes provocative pacifists. Pathetic!

Polaroid pictures prove perception is a priority, like protecting puny puppies from putrid predators with problematic personalities. Proposing at the prom is a parody of pulling punches.

Professors pontificate: my present post’s pattern is a perfect Pulitzer-Prize prototype. Phenomenally.

Peace.

Currently listening :
Triple P
By Platinum Pied Pipers
Release date: May 10, 2005

Monday, April 14, 2008

Some weekend highlights...

The streak continues...yet another amazing weekend. Here is where I would note the number of consecutive fantabulous weekends in a row that I've had, but in an effort to spare some feelings I don't want anyone doing the math to figure out the current streak started after "their" weekend...

So if what they say is true - that a picture is worth a thousand words - here are 4,045 words to give you a little snippet of the weekend's events.


the meeting of the future minds



oh my word...my daddy is hee-lar-i-us!
I wish I could stay awake more so as not to miss any of his antics!!





a summary of Saturday evening:
making memories and throwing a few back




dueling Old Speckled Hen's


My only regret from the weekend was not getting a picture of the turkey that was walking down Harvard Ave in Brookline. If I didn't already have my heart set on the Old Speckled Hen, I would've definitely ordered a Wild Turkey neat to commemorate the randomness.

Lastly, I can't wait to see how well these iPhone pics look on the web.

until next time...






Saturday, April 12, 2008

You’re So Vain…You’ll Probably Think This Blog is About You

Once upon a time I was your prize.
Always thought of you whenever I closed my eyes.
You got left behind so don’t apologize.
You brought it on yourself, so don’t bother to cry.
Continuous lies. False alibis. Your demise.
You had to go too far like when you super-size your fries
And you got no appetite.
You think it’s funny, but who’s the last to laugh tonight.
You blinded me, I couldn’t see past the light.
Addicted, like fiends that pack the pipe.
Anniversaries came twice, but we’re only half as tight.
A relationship like ours was rare, like when a rapper writes
All their lyrics on their own and don’t have to bite.
We were closer than two sperm cells in the same nut.
You were my one and only, no one else could claim tutt.
The same slut, you were the first time I met you
Is back once again, and now I have to let you...go.
But before I do I’m gonna to let you know:
Keep your head up and don’t get fed up
When I get up and walk out the door.
You knew before, that this would happen eventually.
Maybe we were just meant to be
The best friends of the century.
Evidently, broken hearts never mend
So here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a tragedy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A love so deep I was in
And thought I wasn’t.
Becausin', I ain’t be got no weapon,
I’m high-steppin out the door.
Now I’ve learned my lesson and furthermore,
If love didn’t live here anymore
You should have told me before.
Since you were Raw like Eddie Murphy,
I became Delirious and it hurts me
To know that things will never be the same.
You were a part of me like the blood in my vein.
Love hurts worse than the worsest migraine.
Oh Man! I couldn’t stand
The Method with which you Bring the Pain
To leave me gasping and suffering.
I grab an Aspirin and a Bufferin
And now I’m gladly stuffin ‘em into my oral cavity.
Even gravity wouldn’t have brought down my spirits so rapidly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wisdom above is my rhythm of love.
Forever steady happily,
Like four Eveready batteries
Supplying energy til the end of me,
The penalty of suicidal tendencies.
But my love is neverending
Even if our divorce is pending;
Even if my heart was still mending;
And your knee was still bending
From you begging for forgiveness.
Did I mention that I witnessed
Your attempt at slickness?
You and Loverboy eating delicious
Italian dishes followed by French kisses.
Thought it was mad vicious.
In the distance, three doves cry a lullaby.
I wonder why Infidelity
Come so regularly, available readily
When you sleeping with the enemy.
I’ll be on my way, merrily.
Don’t know why you testing me.
Cuz when push comes to shove,
You replying with shrugs
So I’m denying the hugs,
But don’t bug cuz I still got love

-tuttafucco signing off
(shout out to Agent HighToe, Majellin, Escobarrio, Millennium and the rest of the SizeOne Crew!!)

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Just Do It...already

So you probably thought from the "Title" that this may be my personal ode to Nike...but they wanted too much money for the licensing rights so screw 'em.

Really what this is about is my hesitancy to post my first legit blog... To back up a little bit, my previous 7 posts were born and raised on myspace, but I decided it was time to move on up like the Jeffersons. So I took the kids out of school mid-year and moved them to a new town where they don't know anyone...yet.

This was a tough decision but isn't that what solid parenting is all about??? Making tough decisions that your seed(s) may initially hate you for, but eventually (if you're lucky), they grow to appreciate the infinite wisdom and foresight you possess. If kids knew what was best for them, we wouldn't need parents, role models and mentors...

Anywho, my point is, though I have some previous blogs posted here for continuity-sake, this here's my first blogspot blog. kind of life your first kid from your second marriage. You try to love them all the same. So for a couple weeks I have been fighting a serious case of writer's block...well not quite writer's block because in actuality I
could write but I just couldn't settle on what I wanted to write about. I've been toiling for weeks -

Do I dig up some original poetry I wrote in 98?
Do I post some self-explanatory lyrics from a song in heavy rotation on the iPod?
Do I go off on what frustrates me to no end about NBA commentators?
Do I profess my undying love for small kitchen appliances sold on infomercials?
Do I preview the playlists for some tuttafucco compilations that are due to be released in the next 2-4 weeks?
Do I plug my public folder for those that want to download cool music for free (http://idisk.mac.com/tuttafucco-Public?view=web) ?
Do I try to justify why I feel an innate desire to spend every free second on facebook?

Perhaps I will do some or all of these in future posts but for now I will briefly discuss a couple guilty pleasures --
Keeping Up With the Kardashians and the Hills.

Now I wouldn't consider myself quite a fan of reality TV, though there are some shows which I am completely magnetized by for various reasons. Aside from the obvious eye-candy, spurring debates over which K. Kardashian ranks #1, I must admit I'm drawn in by the camaraderie of the tight-knit family, with my absolute favorite being the down-to-earth dad, one Bruce Jenner. How he can survive being surrounding by such raging levels of estrogen is beyond me. He just seems like he'd be a cool cat to just kick it with. He takes everything in stride and he's definitely the type of person/husband/father I'd like to grow up to be. And as for The Hills, I think that show sucks me in for some of the same reasons that I have faithfully watched Days of our Lives for the past 15 years or so (minus a couple years in college when my priorities were elsewhere ;) - the situations these characters find themselves in are so absurdly unrealistic (and petty), that it helps me keep the drama of my own life in proper perspective. I mean, we all have shit to deal with in life, but I would not, I repeat would not, trade my pile of shit for a tenth of the shit these girls deal with on the regular. And of course, I know the magic of MTV and editing and such, but I think you can smell what the rock is cooking...

so there you have it. Not my finest work but at least it's out there and I can move on knowing I got the first one under my belt, and my best work has yet to come.

Thanks for reading.

Holla if ya hear me.

sincerely,

tuttafucco