A Step Forward For The Economy?

While searching for old D'Angelo videos for an impromptu lecture, I mistakenly clicked an ad. The pop-up took its time to load but for some reason, I didn't close the window. I was curious about what craziness I had signed onto. And boy was I in for a treat.

Introducing Latisse, the first FDA approved cosmetic treatment for eyelashes. I must say, I often worry about those with anemic eyelashes, an epidemic that seems to have risen with radiation exposure and recession driven stress. Finally an answer.

I must say this just speaks to the integrity of the American endeavor. According to this, the product is just the cosmetic formulation of a drug used to treat glaucoma. And bonus, it might reduce fat tissue too. This might be the cure all wonder drug. How do they figure this stuff out any way? Well I trust the good folks at Allergan. Go America!

I know there will be less people getting this product but you know there will be enough and then people will celebrate their recoveries with even more purchases of all the wonder derivatives of eye medicine. I know its radical, but this could be game changing.

Banana

I know it's late, but as I finished the last blog about my day at work, my mind wandered to this topic and I thought it should have its own special arena.

Sometimes the Lord does the amazing with the most unexpected of instruments. Once again, I refer to that devil of MySpace. But because of it, I have my friend Banana, and once again I am in its debt.

I did know her through work but it was she who initiated out of work contact through the MySpace message. And soon we were chilling. And that chilling has grown into living together with her sister at the Milk Street Mansion. Who would have thought a Caucasian from Central Mass and a black guy from Brooklyn would grow to be very good friends. Then again, we're not exactly the stereotypes from those places either. Banana might be the only member of her family who doesn't listen to country voluntarily (the rotation is rhythmic and bluesy) and I like going to the opera. Go figure.

But somehow we mesh. Whether its at work or if we're chilling at the Mansion. She indulges my endless blather about nothing on our car rides to and from work. Man she gives my broke non driving behind rides! Man she's the reason I got a place to live! We joke about being broke and the crazy people (staff) at work and also try to figure out what the hell we're gonna do with our lives. Plus she's included me in her awesome family from time to time and that's been an amazing blessing as well. She's awesome and I have God and MySpace to thank for her being in my life.

I'll never be able to repay her but I love her with all my heart. And the next time one of my clients mentions the unspeakable someone's getting a dropkick.

O Say Can You See

First I saw this.


Tommy Thompson, a rumored presidential candidate all the way from 1996, a 65 year old man former governor of Wisconsin and former Secretary of Health in the Dubya Administration, has a MySpace. The brain just started to work even though I haven't felt this tired in a morning in a while. Could this be Rupert Murdoch's candidate of choice? (For those who don't know, Rupert Murdoch is the owner of News Corporation which owns like Fox Television and a bunch of other media businesses including the controlling interest of MySpace. He's also a notorious conservative even though he can't vote in America cause he's Australian).


But I went back cause my login was wrong or something and then the "Cool New People" thing had refreshed and along with two new faces there was

Say Word

So I was checking out Okayplayer the other day to see what was good and realized that they had switched to the blog format, with a whole huge redesign. As I read the entries to learn of our new posters, I was highly encouraged. They seemed engaging and funny and knowledgeable and passionate.

I liked one of the posters writing more than the other. He seemed funnier so I happened to check out some of the other work he did around the internet. This morning I went back to the page since I never finished (or started) the new writing I found. But now I have come to the realization that I may have found my long lost brother

1) His site name is The Assimilated Negro. Umm, hello? I'm an assimilated Negro.

2) Another one of his blogs is The Mets Are Better Than Sex. Ummm what?

So a black guy into good music and being funny that loves the Mets. Excuse me someone has stolen my identity. Or maybe those are just the illest characteristics you could find in someone.