Comments on: The idol topples. Thud. http://www.formerlyhot.com/2008/12/the-idol-topples-thud/ The tween site for adults Fri, 12 Mar 2010 15:26:34 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7.1 hourly 1 By: The Quickest Way To Lose Weight http://www.formerlyhot.com/2008/12/the-idol-topples-thud/comment-page-1/#comment-516 The Quickest Way To Lose Weight Wed, 04 Feb 2009 10:14:19 +0000 http://www.formerlyhot.com/index.php/2008/12/03/the-idol-topples-thud/#comment-516 Very good blog. I'll definitely be back. All the best, Amare Very good blog. I’ll definitely be back. All the best, Amare

]]> By: Joel Jacobs http://www.formerlyhot.com/2008/12/the-idol-topples-thud/comment-page-1/#comment-226 Joel Jacobs Thu, 04 Dec 2008 02:45:32 +0000 http://www.formerlyhot.com/index.php/2008/12/03/the-idol-topples-thud/#comment-226 On the snot bucket issue, Facebook doesn't provide sufficient space for this kind of stuff, and I already posted once about this there, but I just love this scene. And boy, isn't the Internet handy? The Wire season one, episode one Ext. night: Rivulets of blood creep across pavement, flashing in the lights of a police cruiser, we pan across a body, and police investigating. Overlooking the scene from a tenement stoop are a young black guy and a 30ish male cop, Det. McNulty, seated side by side. DM: So your boy's name was what? YBG: Snot. DM: Called the guy Snot? YBG: Snot Boogie DM: God. Snot Boogie. You like the name? YBG: What? DM: Snot Boogie. YBG: quiet, looks on DM: This kid, whose mama went to the trouble to christen him Omar Isaah Betts... You know, he forgets his jacket, his nose starts running and some asshole, instead of giving him a Kleenex, he calls him "Snot". So he's Snot forever. Doesn't seem fair. YBG: Life just be that way, I guess. DM: So, who shot Snot? YBG: I ain't goin' to no court. pause, filled only by the barking of dogs, somewhere in the neighborhood YBG: Mother ****er didn't have to put no cap in him though. DM: Definitely not. YBG: He coulda just whooped his *** like we always whoop his ***. DM: I agree with you. YBG: He killed Snot. Snot been doing the same **** since I don't know how long. You don't kill a man over some bull****. YBG: I'm sayin': every Friday night in an alley behind the Cut Rate, we rollin' bones, you know? I mean all them boys, we roll til late. DM: Alley crap game, right? YBG: Like every time, Snot, he'd fade a few shooters, play it out til the pot's deep. Snatch and run. DM: What, every time? YBG: Couldn't help hisself. DM: Let me understand. Every Friday night, you and your boys are shootin? crap, right? And every Friday night, your pal Snot Boogie... he'd wait til there's cash on the ground and he'd grab it and run away? You let him do that? YBG: We'd catch him and beat his *** but ain't nobody ever go past that. DM: I've gotta ask you: if every time Snot Boogie would grab the money and run away... why'd you even let him in the game? YBG: What? DM: Well, if every time, Snot Boogie stole the money, why'd you let him play? YBG: Got to. It's America, man. On the snot bucket issue, Facebook doesn’t provide sufficient space for this kind of stuff, and I already posted once about this there, but I just love this scene. And boy, isn’t the Internet handy?

The Wire
season one, episode one

Ext. night: Rivulets of blood creep across pavement, flashing in the lights of a police cruiser, we pan across a body, and police investigating. Overlooking the scene from a tenement stoop are a young black guy and a 30ish male cop, Det. McNulty, seated side by side.

DM: So your boy’s name was what?
YBG: Snot.
DM: Called the guy Snot?
YBG: Snot Boogie
DM: God. Snot Boogie. You like the name?
YBG: What?
DM: Snot Boogie.
YBG: quiet, looks on
DM: This kid, whose mama went to the trouble to christen him Omar Isaah Betts… You know, he forgets his jacket, his nose starts running and some asshole, instead of giving him a Kleenex, he calls him “Snot”. So he’s Snot forever. Doesn’t seem fair.
YBG: Life just be that way, I guess.

DM: So, who shot Snot?
YBG: I ain’t goin’ to no court.
pause, filled only by the barking of dogs, somewhere in the neighborhood
YBG: Mother ****er didn’t have to put no cap in him though.
DM: Definitely not.
YBG: He coulda just whooped his *** like we always whoop his ***.
DM: I agree with you.
YBG: He killed Snot. Snot been doing the same **** since I don’t know how long. You don’t kill a man over some bull****.

YBG: I’m sayin’: every Friday night in an alley behind the Cut Rate, we rollin’ bones, you know? I mean all them boys, we roll til late.
DM: Alley crap game, right?
YBG: Like every time, Snot, he’d fade a few shooters, play it out til the pot’s deep. Snatch and run.
DM: What, every time?
YBG: Couldn’t help hisself.
DM: Let me understand. Every Friday night, you and your boys are shootin? crap, right? And every Friday night, your pal Snot Boogie… he’d wait til there’s cash on the ground and he’d grab it and run away? You let him do that?
YBG: We’d catch him and beat his *** but ain’t nobody ever go past that.

DM: I’ve gotta ask you: if every time Snot Boogie would grab the money and run away… why’d you even let him in the game?
YBG: What?
DM: Well, if every time, Snot Boogie stole the money, why’d you let him play?
YBG: Got to. It’s America, man.

]]> By: Joel Jacobs http://www.formerlyhot.com/2008/12/the-idol-topples-thud/comment-page-1/#comment-224 Joel Jacobs Wed, 03 Dec 2008 16:52:31 +0000 http://www.formerlyhot.com/index.php/2008/12/03/the-idol-topples-thud/#comment-224 Sorry, babe, as the less favored parent going on 11.5 years now, I have zero sympathy. I mean, I'm happy for you that you had your goofy little tricks like raising an eyebrow or getting out of the car---I'd use 'em if I had em---but I think ultimately such magic powers are a crutch. Ultimately, consequences have to be about the kid's awareness of her actual self-interest and of societal norms, and her developing sense of empathy, not about the giving and withdrawing of mommy love. I'm sure you already have a broad arsenal of parenting skills that don't involve sprinkling pixie dust, so don't whine about having to use them. I saw Frampton play with Bowie on the Glass Spider Tour in the late 80s. Boy, did he wail on "Rebel, Rebel." Sorry, babe, as the less favored parent going on 11.5 years now, I have zero sympathy. I mean, I’m happy for you that you had your goofy little tricks like raising an eyebrow or getting out of the car—I’d use ‘em if I had em—but I think ultimately such magic powers are a crutch. Ultimately, consequences have to be about the kid’s awareness of her actual self-interest and of societal norms, and her developing sense of empathy, not about the giving and withdrawing of mommy love. I’m sure you already have a broad arsenal of parenting skills that don’t involve sprinkling pixie dust, so don’t whine about having to use them.

I saw Frampton play with Bowie on the Glass Spider Tour in the late 80s. Boy, did he wail on “Rebel, Rebel.”

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