Monday, December 11, 2006

Thank You, Makers of Blood Diamond.

You have given birth to the following scenario in my mind (all based on a timely social ill, of course):

If people die mining and trafficking diamonds in Africa, what happens to people mining and trafficking fake diamonds? Do they stage their deaths? Do they hire actors to shoot blanks at them? Do they post Blair Witch-like snuff films on youtube?

Thank you, Leo & everyone involved in the making of Blood Diamond. You have entertained me and I will never, ever see your movie. Because, by supporting a movie that sensationalizes a social epidemic, am I not contributing to the epidemic? Or do I get a special (red) movie ticket that explains how all proceeds will go towards fighting the problem?



DIMELO!

Breaking Bonaduce Tipping Point.

Don't know if this can qualify as having jumped the shark, as it kinda sucked from the start.

Irish-Italian with a drinking problem and a temper? NO WAY!

National Geographic’s In the Womb TV special.

If their intention was to make me wish I was back in the womb out of sheer boredom, congrats.

Wife as Ultimate GPS.

There I am feeling my wife's lady lump to enjoy my unborn's childs movements. I go here, there, trying to catch a kick or two. No luck. That's when the wife helps me. She's like, the baby's over here, in the Northwest quadrant of belly section 3B.

Amazing, really.

That reminds me, some dipshit congratulated me on 'the most common miracle around.'

I laughed, but afterwards felt like introducing this prick to another miracle:
Death by strangulation.

dimelo!

El Siempre en Dominguero Gets Some Love.

Caught some of the Raul Velasco special on Univision over the weekend.

Raul Velasco was the Don Francisco of the Hisano-universe before there was a Don Francisco worth noting. He hosted a variety show titled Siempre en Domingo (Always on Sunday).

Glad he finally got his due, and not posthumously.

DIMELO!

The Victoria's Secret Fashion Show 2006.

Once a year, I get to prove just how gay I may possibly be.

Instead of ogling the T&A walking the catwalk, I comment on how great the house music is.

Yes, you read that correctly.

Kudos to whomever they get to remix the shit out of standards.

It makes watching skinny women who speak no English walk around in underwear feel less perverted.

Slightly.

In related news, the producers have also included backstage snippets (or should I say nip-slippets) of the Amazons dancing around. Haha. You think white people can't dance, fuck. These largely Brazilian hangars make white people look like James Brown.

DIMELO!

Mos Def vs Bono.

Mos Def is one of my favorite rapper/actors. He is very socially conscious, although what he’s done for charity escapes me. (I know he had a book store or some shit in the Black Star days.)

Bono is one of the most influential people on the planet, using his celebrity to further many causes. You can’t help but be aware of Bono’s deeds, from the (red) line of clothing that helps battle Aids in Africa to his many speaking engagements with politicos.

Mos Def’s latest album, True Magic, has a track on it entitled, “Dollar Days for New Orleans.” It’s the rapper’s take on the tragedy of Hurricane Katrina and the comedy of our government’s reaction.

It’s a great track and manages to repeat much of the expected angst in a fresh way. BUT. The Mos Def’er also takes a potshot at Bono, questioning why the U2 front man didn’t anything to help in the Katrina aftermath, etc.

It boils down to this: U2 is nothing without support from the U.S. So why does Bono spend time raising money for far-off countries when there was shit to deal with right here, in his adopted home?

The cynic in you may be thinking this is Mos Def’s way of upping sales. I doubt it, as Mos will never be cross-over material.

Either way, it made me think. And that’s a lot more than the latest Nas and Jay-Z record will ever do for me.

DIMELO!