I Got The D If you need the D!

Please don't read too much into that. Anyways, there is a letter exercise going around the blogspot world, and I was given the letter D by Talia, so here are six things that start with the letter D. It's supposed to be 10, but six is all I could think of this morning, sorry.

Driving: You see, most folks take it for granted as a daily norm, especially with gas prices being as a high as they are, it can be a task to some. For me, driving has always been fun, even more so now that I have my own car. I remember my Driver's Ed Teacher said to me "son, you might wanna get a bus pass because it'll be a long time before you drive a car." That crushed me, but nine years later I'm riding in style (sort of) and happy that I can come and go as I please. As long as there's gas in the car.

Darryl Dawkins: I am a serious fan of old school hoops, especially those talented but choking Philadelphia 76ers squads of the late 70s and early 1980s. A proud member of those screwball Sixers, Darryl Dawkins was the first player to go from high school to the NBA, and despite his physical gifts and basketball skills, he never matured into an All-Star or a great player. But boy, could he put a hurtin' on a backboard and crack jokes. And below is visual evidence.



DX: If you're not down with that, we got just two words for ya; SUCK IT! Yes, D-generation X is back with the two original members, the Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels and Triple H, and they're already making life miserable for Vince McMahon and company. If you're not a wrestling fan, you won't understand.

Delaware: Is where I am from...and it sucks. No really, it does. I could say the same thing for the entire Northeastern region of the United States, but it's all about Delaware and how it annoys me. How only 20 percent of the population is black in the entire state, the state only has about 800,000 people total, so you're bound to see the same ignorant ass folks over and over and over again. Yes, I really need to get out of here.

Damn: The best curseword of them all. It appears in the Bible, it's not as harsh as the f-word, s-word, or anything like that. Even though I used ass in the above paragraph, go figure. However, a well placed damn can clear your senses and let you move on from whatever just annoyed the hell out of you. Oh well, I'm just a cursing someone aren't I?

Dancing: Timid as I can be, behind closed doors, I love to dance. I'm definitely among an elite group of folks who love to lip-synch and dance along to their favorite songs. I'm actually going through a little routine for "Little Red Corvette" by Prince as we speak. Sometimes a good dance session, say rehearsing the dance steps from New Edition's "If it isn't love" video can serve as much needed exercise and a way to party a little bit. So if you want to see me dance, you'll have to peek through my bedroom window, I still don't club or party.

We're Taking Shout Outs and Requests on WCJS Radio...

My family barbecue is in a little less than two weeks, and I've been nominated as the music director so to speak. I'll be responsible for creating not just CDs for the occaision, but creating a mood, a feeling, a swagger if you will. And yes, I am going thoroughly overboard with this, it's the only way I know to do things.

So I'm asking for some of your favorite Backyard BBQ Bangers. My list starts with "Outstanding" by the Gap Band, "Summertime" by Will and Jeff, and of course, "Electric Boogie" by Marcia Griffiths. What? Did you really think black folks wouldn't have the Electric Slide done at least once?

Anyway, comment with some of your favorite summer and/or bbq songs. Your help will be greatly appreciated. O.K., go!

I've Had A Miserable Week

But there is good news; I've saved 10 percent on my car insurance. No, seriously, I did, and I didn't even have to switch to Geico to get it done. Earlier this week at Del State, the brothers of Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity, Inc., sponsored a defensive driving course. I was so stoked at the possibility of saving some money on my insanely high liability insurance, that even created my own little slogan-slash-testimonial; "The Krimson and Kream helped save me some green!" Then I give a cheesy-looking two thumbs up. Yes, I'm corny, you'll get over it, LOL...

Anyways, the course was taught by this spunky middle-aged white woman named Ms. Novak. Her blunt, unintentional wit illustrated the horrors of the road, and pointed out to me the error of my ways. For my timid demeanor, I have a volatile side that kicks in at the weirdest times. Hence what my moms calls the worst case of Road Rage in the history of Road Rage-dom. So not only did I learn to be patient on the road, but I also learned steps to take in case of an insane driver.

Today, on my way back from dropping my certificate off to my insurance company and getting my discount, there was a motorcycle on my ass, but instead of slamming on the breaks or feigning like I would, I calmly got over in the right lane, and let the hot rod go on their merry way. At the next light, I looked over and the mystery rider was a sista built rather nicely with low-rise jeans (the helmet concealed her face obviously). Instead of yapping and flipping off the mad dashing lady, I had only one thought in mind. "I'd hit it" as she sped off when the light turned green.

Defensive Driving is a helluva drug.