1/26/2010

WE ARE WAY TOO SCARED!



Every time this guy pops up in the news, i groan. Really, he found precious time to crawl out of his cave and scream death to America. God, his marriage must suck. Ayman Al Zawahiri has made a career out hailing death over the evil West. At first he is scary. Who wouldn't be spooked at a beard like that?  Ohh now this guy really has our attention. Guess what, he crawled out of the cave again. This time he made sure that he cleared up some misunderstanding. First of all, he and his cronies have not been spending all their time running from cave to cave in the rocky Pakistani desert. No, he is Al Zawahiri, biatch. He's much better than that. While he was on camel back escaping bombs and shit he found time to plan some deviuos shit aginst the U.S. and you know when this guy speaks we can take his word for hard truth. So, he read our minds and answers that question that had been giving us sleepless nights. What happened to the plot to release posio n gas in New York? oh this one had been giving the CIA sleeples offal night. so he came to the light just to clear that up. he and his men are planning something better. W-fucking-MDs. Oh snap. Do those exist anymore. i kinda thought they went the Saddam way. So Al, eff off. Next time you wanna announce death, just send us all a letter.  You know we read those. And make sure they are handwritten (for sentimental value). And then surpise us. but while you are at it make sure none of your men are getting good severance packages. because nothing spells domm fater than disgruntled workers. they'll turn to moles fatser than you take a shit. you know the CIA love people who sing. Really they do.

1/25/2010

THANK YOU FOR STOPPING BY...


I hate to think that there are people out there benefiting from the dire situation that is Haiti. But this is the real world and whenever there is tragedy there is oppotuinty. I know thinking along these lines may be considered being shitty given thestate of affairs in Haiti. i try to keep my thoughts on positive tangent that willl harm none. But while watching the telethon on Friday it was hard to ignore these thoughts. Most people have a decent side. This is the side that will catch the next plane to Haiti and lift some rubble to rescue life. I love this side. But...come on, the world is not perfect and there is bound to be acts that would want to benefit from this. Sure your career is in shambles, sure you have a sex tape that is generating zero heat, sure you dated a class A asshole just keep up tabloid appearances, but something like this must be godsend right? Immedaiately this went down and the number of dead confirmed you got a phone call from your publicist and her exprexss instructions were - 'Get your ass to Haiti fast' And you did. But you were confused. What would this for your career? You called your publicist and she said every single media outlet would be covering this. This was the ultimate photo-op. And you grabbed it. Modest clothes. A forlon face. A twitter account that spoke volumes of your  big heart. You even whipped out your check book and gave to the cause and made sure someone covere it in some form. Meanwhile your mind is in turmoil. What kind of person are you? You are taking advantage of devastated people for your own selfish whims. Your mother taught you better right? Wrong this Hollywood. You either get with the program or die a slow career death. Who wants to spend their lives doing indie films and bad television. You are much better than that. So goes the tale of the star that took full advantage of a tragedy and spun it into career revival. Hooray to sadistic and selfish pricks.....!

1/23/2010

COCO



Conan O'brien finally made his exit from the Tonight Show last night. What happened is sad and should happen to no one. Hosting the tonight show is the ultimate gig for any comedian out there. Conan only had it for seven months before he was muscled out by Jay Leno. I won't go into the politics. I discovered Conan  two years ago on CNBC AFRICA and loved his comedy ever since. His promotion was a welcome step up for him and he said so. although he toned down his edgy act to fit in he didnt do to bad. for those not familiar with his acts they include the sausage fest and the masturbating bear. Yes that those two words actually go together and that was a very popular act. i know he will rebound eventually. i hope he does. But when he signed of he did it in the most mature and candid way....


"Before we end this rodeo, a few things need to be said. There has been a lot of speculation in the press about what I legally can and can't say about NBC. To set the record straight, tonight I am allowed to say anything I want. And what I want to say is this: between my time at Saturday Night LiveThe Late Night Show, and my brief run here on The Tonight Show, I have worked with NBC for over twenty years.  Yes, we have our differences right now and yes, we're going to go our separate ways.  But this company has been my home for most of my adult life.  I am enormously proud of the work we have done together, and I want to thank NBC for making it all possible.
Walking away from The Tonight Show is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Making this choice has been enormously difficult. This is the best job in the world, I absolutely love doing it, and I have the best staff and crew in the history of the medium. But despite this sense of loss, I really feel this should be a happy moment. Every comedian dreams of hosting The Tonight Show and, for 7 months, I got to. I did it my way, with people I love, and I do not  regret a second. I've had more good fortune than anyone I know and if our next gig is doing a show in a 7-11 parking lot, we'll find a way to make it fun.
And finally, I have to say something to our fans. The massive outpouring of support and passion from so many people has been overwhelming. The rallies, the signs, all the goofy, outrageous creativity on the internet, and the fact that people have traveled long distances and camped out all night in the pouring rain to be in our audience, made a sad situation joyous and inspirational.
To all the people watching, I can never thank you enough for your kindness to me and I'll think about it for the rest of my life. All I ask of you is one thing: please don't be cynical. I hate cynicism- it's my least favorite quality and it doesn't lead anywhere.
Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you're kind, amazing things will happen."

It's not that Complicated


The last couple of days have been strange for. My semester started and I found out I got some kind of scholarship that slashed my fees in half. Goodie for me. May be a trip to the keg stand or two. Here’s to me aspiring to be a model student. But more importantly I finally met someone who turned me into a lemon every time tried to say something. I am never one to be easily impressed and I walk around campus with a devilish grin on my face paying homage to the late heath ledger. Now I know the rules of engagement when it comes to relationships and treating people you like. I do things a little differently. I stare. Not the strange stare that kid from the omen mastered with hubris, no. I seem to give all my attention to this person and ignore everything around me. This makes a lot of people mad. I mean no offense. Its just my way of isolating the centre of attention. I am not a romantic damn it and most of my high school days were spent ogling at film rather than girls which should be understandable given the quality of films that came out during my time (There will be blood, anyone?). Now karma is making me pay the price of ignoring that part of my life. Karma threw this dame right in front of to see what I would do. I know how to make friends. I just don't know how to go beyond that. My sister almost stabbed me when she heard this and she was ready to take my doomed ass back to charm school. Hey am game as long as its when Jersey Shore is on. Fist Pump. We all know how I feel about that. It’s my crack. So back to my 'situation'... I am completely in the dark about what I should do. We vibed well. But should I even try to take it beyond that. I don’t want to ask for trouble and honestly rejection sucks so I will do what I know how to best - sit this one out. The landscape may change and I may get the opportunity to make a move but for now ill just watch. Shit why life is so.... I don’t know different? If swans delivered babies the world would be a much better place. My sister would leave me to my own devices. But I know this is earth and sometime in the future I will have to make my move… it will be fucking brutal. Aaaagh!

Busy

Morning yee good people!! I figure you're doing pretty ok, at least if you're not in Haiti- which is why you should donate to those who are there. It's been a busy week since my last post: running to class, copying notes, darting from lessons, to the dentist, back again... Simply put, I'm glad its Saturday.

Anyway, Kenyan Matatus went on strike early last week. For the benefit f Fink's new friends and others bloggers who live in places with fanciful names like Connecticut and Morristown (can you believe a friend o mine thought Motown is an actual Town?) Matatus are public transport vehicles preffered by Africans for short travells for which the said Africans pay ridiculosly high prices. Most are unbearably ugly, indeed Prof. J. S. Jichape in his book "Driving on the left side of the road" describes Matatus as looking like "a cross between a morbidly sick lorry and an overgrown van". More from patriotic adoration, than lack of option, these contraptions are the preferred mode of transport for most Kenyans. Thus when they decided to call it quits A LOT of dates and booty calls were canceled. I mean A LOT. People were FURIOUS.. Nothing puts a cap on it like a nation-wide cockblock. Anyway, the Ma3, try to keep up you slob, were protesting police harrasement- apparenly the boy's in blue had had to many free rides and they didn't call after! How crude! No, seriously, the police were rather strict on the Matatus and overly assertive.
Ironically, less than a week after the Matatus were complaining about the police being over-zealos most Nairobians were wishing they'd stop being such wooses. Trouble started when some Muslim youths took to the streets wielding stones- as only Kenyans can- their beef> The government had detained some cleric suspected of being a talent scout for the Al Qaeda. Anyways, the guys (who'd supposedly turned up to audition) weren't particularly pleased that their rehearsals may have been in vain and decided to make their anger felt by stoning hapless businesses, cars and generally all things percived to be of Western Origin. The Riot Police stood by and watched for a bit to long and the thing got out of hand, so that by the time they tried doing something half the city was under debris. Try they did, but I swear these Muslim niggers had some training of sorts (maybe Al Shabaab), the bastards could walk right through tear gas like it was mere fart gas! Seeing these tear-gas resistant maruaders, most cops fled in groups like their collective asses were on fire and the few who remained were given a token beating (one cop died in the violence).. Anyway, some brave Nairobians (wanao ng'oa reli) quickly organized themselves into a gang and armed with a few stones and overwhelming knowledge on Missile projectiles dispassed the ealier group in record time. Narobi, you're welcome.

Back on campus, fresh-women (some men too, but who cares) joined this week. That, for those who bothered to go to college, is AWESOME news, it means dudes who had tough luck in the past finally have a chance of getting IT; the excitement was (literally) palpable... malleable.. ductile.. you get the point. This seemed to be further evidenced when this pretty young thing (PYT) skipped up to me and from her pouty lips a half-sing-song voice emerged: calling my name.. She went on to say how she remembered me from my high school choir. Aha, I even started a music school. Where? Right now its in my bedroom but we're getting a bigger place soon. Auditions are right after class. Yessir!

1/15/2010

Eclectic



This shipping up to Boston by the Dropkick Murphys. its from the soundtrack of the movie "The Departed". For me it will forever remind of the moment Costello met death. Nothing like it.



Sweet Dreams by roy Buchanan. Just listen to the guitar. also from The Departed soundtrack.

1/11/2010

Life in a time of LSD



This really had me cracking up. Especially from the airport to the friends girlfriend's house. Hilarious. This animated documentary is one of those gems you bump into when surfing the internet. Dock Phillip Ellis Jr was a major league baseball player who pitched for the Pittsburgh Pirates back in the day. He's also a legendary user of LSD. He famously claimed he threw a no hitter in 1970 under the influence of LSD. Animator James Blagden brings this affair to life in a vivid and seemingly clever animation with voice over from the man himself. It's showing at this years sundance and if you can see it please do. Jimi Hendrix and Nixon references hit home.

1/09/2010

IT'S JERSEY SHORE, BITCH!



Its hard to imagine that a show this vain has managed to cause such stir among viewers  and critics alike. Jersey Shore has managed to confirm what many people feared - Italians are normal-crazy people just like we thought they were. May be the fake tans might be pushing the envelope a little too much but who's counting. Lets admit it, we love these kids. And that's why we tune in every single week just to see what shenanignas and 'situations' they will be up to. Let me say the first time i watched the show i thought well the guys are obvouisly juicers and the girls are overweight and a little bit over made up. Plus short. But i managed to get past those flaws. Think of it as marriage. After fourish years who gives a fuck, right? The drama, oh the drama. how did i we live before Jersey Shore came to existence? We were just a bunch of Law and Order watching freaks that's what we were. My favorite moment the great and infamous Snookie Sucker Punch. As with all great sucker punches she did not see that one  coming. But we did. Snokkie if you are going to talk to shit to a man who is twice height and all muscle just make sure Paulie D is standing right in front of you because if not you are just asking for a beating. And that she got! And geuss what the almighty MTV did, they aired that same scene as a promo for the upcoming episode. They later pulled the clip off the promo and decide not to air it. But in all fairness they have bottom lines to look out for. And that Porsche isn't going to pay for itself. So i come to the conclusion that these fist pumping bunch of freeloaders has scarred the  the sacred image of Italians americans for ever. Well until this generation of tv viewers becomes senile. Just so we are clear Jersey Shore is my fave show on tv. I think 'The Situation' is mad interesting to watch. Don't get me started on guido and guidettes. We will talk about that later.

CITY OF GOD



Its a beautiful film with vast characters and extremely well shot

1/08/2010

A country for old (often stupid) men


There is a man in my country called Kalonzo. A man so terribly stupid
(bear with me) his vice presidency is often quoted as evidence of
God's existence. Not surprisingly, Stephen Kalonzo wa Musyoka
is outspoken about his religious views. He's the go-tell-it-on-the-mountain
sort of fellow, who'll suffocate you with layer upon layer of testimony
from the near plausible to the incredulously frivolus. So outspoken is he
that political satirists have branded him the Prophet.

But its neither Kalonzo's politically convenient belief in the Divine,
nor his less than enviable sense of fashion, nor his Statesman-wannabe
stance and feeble attempts at memorable speech making that land him in
my debut blog. It's the man's insufferable stupidity. My people have a
saying "Akili ni nywele" (Wisdom is in one's hair) and Mr Kalonzo's
receding hair line seems to be in agreement.

Kalonzo was not born into fortune, far from it, he was born in poverty
and had to plod (often literally) against his own background. His
undeniable success financially and, consequently, socially is a testament
to the man's industry, brilliance (at some point) and God's blessing.
At some point in time, the young Kalonzo must have realized that politics
was the next wrung in the ladder to social advancement and he eagerly set on it.
God must've been on Brother Stephen's side- he won his very first
election beating some old timer to the Mwingi Something (North or
some other compass direction) seat. But that was the old
Kalonzo and the new one seems to be an amatuer at politics.

Take his 2007 election strategy for instance. After disagreeing with
The Prophet, several ODM-K bigwigs walked out of the party to form
ODM; a much bigger party and consequently higher chance of winning
the election. Overnight, Kalonzo was left with a shell of a political stage,
wobbly and laughably unreliable yet in his egocentric fashion still chose
to stay in it. The election was dubbed the Two Horse and a Mule race,
a testament to how trivial his candidacy was considered. Yet in his
grip Kalonzo held a unique card, a joker of sorts. Here he was with not
enough votes to win the election, but just enough to swing it in favour
of either of the two almost equally matched candidates. But not this
man. In classic dog-in-a-manger fashion, this guy chooses to fly solo. He
spent most of his campaign money portraying Kibaki as a lazy, corrupt,
inept, cowardly, polygamous perv (All true, since you ask, just that you
don't say such things about an African leader and run to him for bread
and butter- which he later did)
Fast forward a month or so: BOOM!! BANG!! Chaos everywhere; a
bungled election and everyone is left a loser.
Kenya's yet to recover fully from the effect of that poll- alot of which
would've been avoided if Stevo (as he branded himself in his campaign)
had taken a bow. Talk about bad decisions!

On Dec 26th, last year, Kenya was hit by torrential rainfall. In a matter
of hours, vast regions of the country were flooded, thousands of
families left homeless, bridges and infrastructure destroyed. Cholera had
been creeping up in various parts of the country for weeks and the floods
would only make it worse. Yet the government's approach was at best
embarrassingly clumsy, lethargic and disorganized. In the wake of a
looming humanitarian crisis, Hon. Kalonzo Musyoka, Minister for Home
Affairs, Vice President of the republic of Kenya was quoted urging
"humanitarian agencies to act up". Who, I beg, does that? Act up? Is
that the official government response? "Hey, Red Cross, act up! Kenyans
are dying you know" Do we pay taxes to the Red Cross? Such out-of-touch
statements are not only irksome but also portray the picture of a man
who doesn't think too much about what he says. They're likely to leave
the electorate wanting to show you what's what- which doesn't bode well
for a man who wants to occupy the House on The Hill at some point in his
career. At least not if he wants to get there democratically.


But perhaps my greatest prob with the vice president is his recent,
much published proposed KKK political axis. KKK (fyi) is a proposed political
marriage of the Kikuyu, Kamba and Kalenjin voting blocks- effectively
ensuring a rather formidable political machinery and a fair-to-assured
chance of success. Superficially, it doesn't seem that bad-> just
another shitty political scheme. The timing though,is devlish and
Kalonzo's bedmates are the devils themselves.
Leading the Kalenjin group is Agriculture Minister William S. Ruto,
condemned by public opinion of masterminding and perhaps bankrolling
marauding gangs of spear brandishing warriors, they're not a dance
troupe mark my word- they do kill people. Uhuru M. Kenyatta Finance
Minister and Deputy Premier completes the threesome himself no
better than Ruto. When these two are not wearing Armani's they're
probably writing cheques to their respective tribal outfits. Bad men these.

So why would a honest (as far as politicians go), God fearing man like
Brother Stephen be dying to jump into bed with these hellbound turncoats?
Several reasons. Their combined political clout is enough to win an
election and I'll bet my wedding finger they've already devised a
scheme on how to share the spoils.
Secondly, for Uhuru and Ruto it means they're quit safe from
prosecution for their crimes against humanity committed by their armies
in the aftermath of the 2007 elections (read above). The
combined influence of these men, more so in parliament, makes them
practically untouchable- even to the Hague.
Perhaps most important to all three (ironically most childish and
trivial) such a merger would be the perfect opportunity to get back
at the PM, and they all have reasons to. Kalonzo is still smarting from
the resounding defeat meted on him by Raila and his cohorts in the
Battle of The Pecking Orders. Ruto is twice jilted- once when he was
given the relatively low key position of Minister as opposed to that
of Deputy PM which he was angling for. And Uhuru, I suppose, still
bears a grudge against Raila over 2002. He practically snatched victory
from the youngster's mouth in that election, handing it to Kibaki in the
famous NAC-Rainbow merger.

Yet all these are trivial reasons for a man of such standing and who
claims to be principled to sleep with the enemy. Ruto and Uhuru are
fading lights, sooner or later the Kenyan public will be full of their
old (and often dangerous) tricks and if Kalonzo keeps holding hands
with these two they'll surely go down with him. Why does he swerve so
dangerously from the straight (mostly) and narrow, to riding with bad
boy's like Ruto.

Hon Kalonzo's career, though at his peak of authority has bled a lot
of influence, he's the third most powerful man in Kenya yet a clown of
sorts, no one really takes him seriously any more- people would faster
respect John Michuki (Minister for the Environment and
Natural Resources, has an impeccable track record) than Kalonzo.
The running joke is Kalonzo needs no security detail, if he were running
through River Road at midday no one would even stop him. But his
enviable twenty year political career, can be salvaged, if only the
man watches with whom he keeps company, audits his statements,
sticks to one side and of course with the Good Lord's Blessing.

1/03/2010

I HAVE NO WORDS FOR THIS ONE


I have been a Jason Reitman fan since Thank You for Smoking. One thing though, Up in the Air isnt any good. I read the screenplay and thought, hey this might just be a good movie. Come January and all i see is some Anna chic acting like she cares and Clooney going on and on about the damn miles in between attempts of pulling off Carey Grant. Its kind of insensitve and boring to watch. The only good thing about the film was the real unemployed people. They bring a tear to your eye. Oh yeah, and Zach Galf - something. He's good. Am heading for the cinemas come Friday for some Youth in Revolt.

1/02/2010

Where It All Began

So the new semester is about to start in a few days. Great, what else is on. The Office. Not really my show.  Let me put it plainly,every semester for me is like Fela Kuti. I don't understand it neither do i like it but i can tolerate it. They might as well just give me ithe damn degree right  now  and save evryone a boatload of cash. I will probably forget every single thing every professor i ever saw or marginally saw (depending on the day of the week)taught me after me and the kegstand make happy during my graduation party. The day i step into an office and my boss says "I hope you make us some money, Steven!" i'll probably think "i dont know what he is talking about but let me just go along and see where this goes" Thankfully thats a few years from now. Meanwhile all my bosses now will be comfortable in the knowlegede that i know how to flip burgers.



College angst begins. I cannot even begin to tell what depth i am a bout to take you to. Seriously. College kids are deep like that.