tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55245891629361967672012-01-27T16:45:48.398-05:00I put the words here, make what you want of them.Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.comBlogger494125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-65346779701089719302012-01-03T10:41:00.003-05:002012-01-03T20:09:23.739-05:002012-01-03T20:09:23.739-05:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ew8cX-nYq0ApycTpEjVokGjhwK0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ew8cX-nYq0ApycTpEjVokGjhwK0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ew8cX-nYq0ApycTpEjVokGjhwK0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ew8cX-nYq0ApycTpEjVokGjhwK0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p> Maybe I am a victim of the effectively lowered expectations as it relates to the every-January-ever influx of peoples’ sure-to-be-abandoned New Years Resolutions. Rather than entertain anyone’s promises of a better life for themselves, their health or their kids (jeeze, what kind of animal lies to their kids like that?!) I prefer to lend a cynical ear to their statements. “New year, <img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/yj3DRmk-sF8" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-me-i-will-help-you-prove.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-26063822834127810692011-12-05T12:42:00.003-05:002011-12-05T20:37:36.188-05:002011-12-05T20:37:36.188-05:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7UlyBX6VWQDfjh4WE_z73xl1O7w/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7UlyBX6VWQDfjh4WE_z73xl1O7w/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7UlyBX6VWQDfjh4WE_z73xl1O7w/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7UlyBX6VWQDfjh4WE_z73xl1O7w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p> With pop culture being what it is, parody of a pop culture piece is usually a safe vehicle for the continuation of your “brand.” With recent developments surrounding the 2012 Republican candidates-to-be, most specifically one Herman Cain, I am of the opinion that RIGHT NOW is the time for one of those infamous “… an XXX parody”. As ever, and in the same vein as “<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/v3lxReKVUhA" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/12/parodies-of-news-happenings.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-69866163620707403052011-12-02T18:07:00.001-05:002011-12-02T18:21:18.719-05:002011-12-02T18:21:18.719-05:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com1 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mMBiIMIaPoZb2DYpbshJsLLrLtE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mMBiIMIaPoZb2DYpbshJsLLrLtE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mMBiIMIaPoZb2DYpbshJsLLrLtE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mMBiIMIaPoZb2DYpbshJsLLrLtE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p> Have I really allowed the news to get me involved in an election cycle THIS early in the game? With an incumbent, there is only one side of it until next year, and MAN has this side generated a lot of buzz.Nevermind Rick Perry’s Niggerhead Ranch, Newt Gingrich being a philanderer (and in such, hypocrite) and hothead, Mitt Romney being a flipflopper, Michelle Bachman being Michelle<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/PNqCT6TAZ2o" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/12/trickin-aint-easy-herman-cain-story.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-26410796454826255692011-11-16T13:31:00.000-05:002011-11-16T13:31:00.335-05:002011-11-16T13:31:00.335-05:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com1 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gQsJOnMjuIYQ2OO-6M8biZ97fVE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gQsJOnMjuIYQ2OO-6M8biZ97fVE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gQsJOnMjuIYQ2OO-6M8biZ97fVE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gQsJOnMjuIYQ2OO-6M8biZ97fVE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p> Among other things, one of my day jobs/pastimes is as one of 5 Admins over a web forum that, as of when I type this, has 106,310 members.You can imagine the amount of traffic a forum of that stature does in a normal day, which makes it quite the valued resource to members and advertisers. Unfortunately this leaves it as a value to spammers as well, and lord knows the Bot Network <img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/twP0oht8Ec8" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/11/by-hook-or-by-hook-or-by-hook-internet.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-88641795898656315502011-11-12T09:35:00.000-05:002011-11-12T09:35:00.736-05:002011-11-12T09:35:00.736-05:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x0E0E86Avmw1jP-bnxhaBjbPan4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x0E0E86Avmw1jP-bnxhaBjbPan4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x0E0E86Avmw1jP-bnxhaBjbPan4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x0E0E86Avmw1jP-bnxhaBjbPan4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p> Much has been said about BAWSE rapper Rick Ross and his choice for a rap name, considering that he chose to use the name of someone who was at the time serving a sentence for selling crack to turn and sell made-up stories about his own life while selling crack.There is no secret that Ross’ (the rapper, not the crack peddler) real name is William Roberts. In the scheme of things, and <img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/IcDY1oXAK18" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/11/billy-bobb-boss.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-40356314441546016102011-10-17T10:37:00.000-04:002011-10-17T10:38:10.873-04:002011-10-17T10:38:10.873-04:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ij8qO5LNch7ueB1RG6LIhrbuJdI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ij8qO5LNch7ueB1RG6LIhrbuJdI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ij8qO5LNch7ueB1RG6LIhrbuJdI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ij8qO5LNch7ueB1RG6LIhrbuJdI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p> A repost of mammarial proportions... (yes, I know that "mammarial" is not a word, or was not until now)I'd originally posted this blog in October 2007, and as the date draws near again my mind has not changed one little bit, nor has the importance of the subject at hand, so here goes...Do you know what this week is?According to NYC Cancer Prevention, the 3rd <img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/_GZRNnY6NG4" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/10/third-friday-in-october.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-45934056580662087232011-10-14T13:34:00.004-04:002011-10-14T13:48:51.131-04:002011-10-14T13:48:51.131-04:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u-iZMyTwIXZd9oK4QKqvFYoT2s4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u-iZMyTwIXZd9oK4QKqvFYoT2s4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u-iZMyTwIXZd9oK4QKqvFYoT2s4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u-iZMyTwIXZd9oK4QKqvFYoT2s4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; 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Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/hw_dgh1V12Q" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-know-what-i-understand-arranged.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-44612940797873645372011-09-11T02:38:00.000-04:002011-09-11T02:38:54.024-04:002011-09-11T02:38:54.024-04:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CNfLCJb4ez-nUqOwapdO3QoTCO8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CNfLCJb4ez-nUqOwapdO3QoTCO8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CNfLCJb4ez-nUqOwapdO3QoTCO8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CNfLCJb4ez-nUqOwapdO3QoTCO8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>I am growing increasingly weary with the "... if Pac and Big were still alive..." argument presented WHENEVER hip hop history is the topic of discussion.I will address Biggie first, since that answer is most easily arrived to...Big was young and naive, coming DIRECTLY from the PJ's to rap stardom. No business acumen (no, no one who NEVER had a drivers license - even after getting rich - sells as <img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/F-SvTY6_Maw" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-should-feel-like-dick-for-this.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-69054205845197955442011-09-02T12:55:00.001-04:002011-09-02T13:08:26.439-04:002011-09-02T13:08:26.439-04:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ug0NhzTfkQEWCo5pLsZz9yHxhiw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ug0NhzTfkQEWCo5pLsZz9yHxhiw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ug0NhzTfkQEWCo5pLsZz9yHxhiw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ug0NhzTfkQEWCo5pLsZz9yHxhiw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p> As I look back on the 80’s, I realize that my entire generation was lied to as it related to drugs… They told us in school to be aware of and avoid drug dealers, who would offer kids drugs (at no charge, mind you) and shoot you for not accepting their offer. Once these idiot drug-“gifters” (“dealers” sell, “gifters” give shit away) realized that the D.A.R.E. program had properly empowered <img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/CM_v9Vlrf_M" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/09/they-lied-to-me-all-through-elementary.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-49251030134529378242011-09-01T13:19:00.000-04:002011-09-01T13:20:05.164-04:002011-09-01T13:20:05.164-04:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com2 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dvMzug3uXFJfw9qA8XQaer-pqqM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dvMzug3uXFJfw9qA8XQaer-pqqM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dvMzug3uXFJfw9qA8XQaer-pqqM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dvMzug3uXFJfw9qA8XQaer-pqqM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p> As the NBA lockout continues, and with an infant standing between me and full nights’ sleep for what is now 7 weeks, I might be growing a bit ornery… Add to that the fact that VERY LITTLE good music has come out over the course of this summer and I am borderline psychopath. So far this summer, we have gotten albums from Jay-Z &amp; Kanye Zest and another from Lil’ Wayne. It is hard to have <img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/QqFeujINKAs" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/09/reaching-end-of-my-rope.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-50923821796577433532011-08-22T14:04:00.001-04:002011-08-22T14:06:44.127-04:002011-08-22T14:06:44.127-04:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/84p0-QYBmMj6FwSNDErNpKb4XH8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/84p0-QYBmMj6FwSNDErNpKb4XH8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/84p0-QYBmMj6FwSNDErNpKb4XH8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/84p0-QYBmMj6FwSNDErNpKb4XH8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Explanation of the title will come at the end... Do you know a compulsive liar? I mean, just plain pathological with it… Everything that is done is played up to be something just a bit more. He has one chick tell him that she likes his car, it becomes “I drive that car because it gets me ass regularly.” He becomes a slave nerd to any one trend of the moment, and in conversation he is a <img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/yA0c_KrdQX8" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/08/hollywood.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-36760175021914475312011-08-18T13:05:00.001-04:002011-08-18T13:07:05.342-04:002011-08-18T13:07:05.342-04:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ajEgDnzpRNfycmUpV6Sr2_lQOqo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ajEgDnzpRNfycmUpV6Sr2_lQOqo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ajEgDnzpRNfycmUpV6Sr2_lQOqo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ajEgDnzpRNfycmUpV6Sr2_lQOqo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p> I’ve been told I am a “hater,” and that I am incapable of conducting a discussion of hip hop music without falling off into some profanity-laced diatribe filled with nothing particularly constructive. Apart from genuinely not knowing what a “hater” actually is, as employed, I cannot disagree with this assessment of my own presented opinions of the current state of hip hop. What I am going to <img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/09Nmway8Ass" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/08/phlips-positive-hip-hop-reinforcement.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-34011414375314616362011-08-15T13:08:00.000-04:002011-08-15T13:08:00.573-04:002011-08-15T13:08:00.573-04:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EN4sADSZxdStlsR7C1dr7r1jPuM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EN4sADSZxdStlsR7C1dr7r1jPuM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EN4sADSZxdStlsR7C1dr7r1jPuM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EN4sADSZxdStlsR7C1dr7r1jPuM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p> Officially, summer started on June 21st, and as I look back over my summer to this point, I would have to rethink what might have been some VERY safe bets at that time… If you’d told me that there would be a third person in my house with my last name, I would have laughed at you and taken that bet.If you’d suggested to me that by August 15th, that someone would have pissed, vomited, drooled,<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/ZU8D6vbY84E" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-difference-month-makes.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-12023986723592045472011-08-09T19:26:00.000-04:002011-08-09T19:26:01.052-04:002011-08-09T19:26:01.052-04:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5gNqyBDhAAKgC8jVb8YXUggkHZY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5gNqyBDhAAKgC8jVb8YXUggkHZY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5gNqyBDhAAKgC8jVb8YXUggkHZY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5gNqyBDhAAKgC8jVb8YXUggkHZY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p> To pass that rare collection of spare minutes I have at work, I can usually be found patrolling the news on MSN/MSNBC, and one that I happened upon was about some uncontacted tribes in the Western Amazon that are beginning to go missing for various reasons… Peruvian drug lords killing them in the drug trade.Fishing/hunting enterprise raping their resources.Contact with modernized (vaccinated<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/uzBmB4iNaA0" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/08/sacrifices-im-willing-are-you.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-52955816985397790222011-08-03T18:56:00.001-04:002011-08-03T20:07:25.819-04:002011-08-03T20:07:25.819-04:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kr7Je4M0UuKdN4BNZrd5RDDFtcM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kr7Je4M0UuKdN4BNZrd5RDDFtcM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kr7Je4M0UuKdN4BNZrd5RDDFtcM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kr7Je4M0UuKdN4BNZrd5RDDFtcM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Sometimes the strangest of conversations come from the most unexpected of places…Last Saturday or Sunday, I was home with The Katie and The Ava, at the computer and going through my RSS feeds for the Tumblr blogs that I follow.&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; The question was presented to one of the people that I follow “would you smoke crack ONE time for $250,000”&lt;!--[if !<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/-bArYBV4aJk" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/08/would-you-do-it.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-2794654287499815402011-07-31T22:46:00.003-04:002011-07-31T23:17:35.334-04:002011-07-31T23:17:35.334-04:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LXXYV5ia-98GU07-oBNtlTMuL8g/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LXXYV5ia-98GU07-oBNtlTMuL8g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LXXYV5ia-98GU07-oBNtlTMuL8g/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LXXYV5ia-98GU07-oBNtlTMuL8g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Fatherhood has done some strange things to me.F'rinstance, I was THINKING about making a chicken salad all week, and the other night (perhaps last night... fuck if I remember anything these days) I fell asleep on the couch watching the food channel, and they made a chicken salad that appealed to my sensibilities. Well, at least partially... They added some things I did not like, and the dream I <img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/t3a_dFLID7I" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-kitchen-with-phlip-chicken-salad.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-65602995975190192122011-07-28T14:31:00.002-04:002011-07-28T14:34:25.127-04:002011-07-28T14:34:25.127-04:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1HlAno2I05L_C0bndKy3BGSe8wA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1HlAno2I05L_C0bndKy3BGSe8wA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1HlAno2I05L_C0bndKy3BGSe8wA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1HlAno2I05L_C0bndKy3BGSe8wA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>You know, the things we did in the course of our childhood would in current times be considered damned stupid at best, and get our parents locked away for neglect/abuse at worst.The topic of today is Street Football.As kids, we would stake out a long stretch of road in the neighborhood, generally one long block or two tied together, totally what we estimated as several (50ish-75 yards long) and <img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/M3fK5foIsWw" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/07/speaking-of-football-in-street.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-20286970138147957552011-07-20T16:35:00.001-04:002011-07-20T20:12:56.055-04:002011-07-20T20:12:56.055-04:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com1 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c40CBzItXs-bVAe9ZLxlLm7ubts/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c40CBzItXs-bVAe9ZLxlLm7ubts/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c40CBzItXs-bVAe9ZLxlLm7ubts/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c40CBzItXs-bVAe9ZLxlLm7ubts/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Strange how we spend all 12 months of the year working on our yards when – at least in NC – we are allowed only about 5 or 6 actually enjoying the fruits of our labor… I moved into my house August 2009 and the yard was a weedy mess, considering the house had been empty for several months, save for the contractors who did the work on getting the new carpet/paint/appliances/etc. together for them <img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/3UWJeocoSjs" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/07/green-thumbin.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-713048099197418452011-07-17T22:26:00.004-04:002011-07-17T23:04:33.385-04:002011-07-17T23:04:33.385-04:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com8 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3s_1Aee3i80x1HfhbJOCOfIpUGs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3s_1Aee3i80x1HfhbJOCOfIpUGs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3s_1Aee3i80x1HfhbJOCOfIpUGs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3s_1Aee3i80x1HfhbJOCOfIpUGs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p> Fun fact: On June 22, 2011 there was not a SINGLE baby item in my house…Then I left work on June 23, 2011.As ever, I jumped in the car, picked up my mother and took her home. As I walked in the house, Katie was ending a call and advised me that she was pregnant.To those who know what we WERE planning, this was a ton of bricks on the both of us. For the entire of the prior 7 months<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/yZEtG4r3FYU" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-to-have-baby-like-boss.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-22146628513622502772011-06-22T13:32:00.000-04:002011-06-22T13:32:00.778-04:002011-06-22T13:32:00.778-04:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com1 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iTM3qzgvGGrpA8QWVXXJQNqT870/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iTM3qzgvGGrpA8QWVXXJQNqT870/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iTM3qzgvGGrpA8QWVXXJQNqT870/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iTM3qzgvGGrpA8QWVXXJQNqT870/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p> The year in question here will fall anywhere between about 1987 and 1994ish…From 87-91, you will find me in the floor in the den in my grandmother’s house, homework on my right and radio on my left. From 91-on, I am at a round table sitting in my bedroom with the arrangement of my homework and radio remaining the same.The radio has a recordable cassette tape in it, set to “Record” and left <img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/USRe_r8OFnM" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/06/pause-tape.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5524589162936196767.post-30641037237555198182011-06-21T15:39:00.001-04:002011-06-22T09:28:49.581-04:002011-06-22T09:28:49.581-04:00Phliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16291031449666763308noreply@blogger.com0 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qXyBW6hdZrAuAs5M1udTN7mPLZI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qXyBW6hdZrAuAs5M1udTN7mPLZI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qXyBW6hdZrAuAs5M1udTN7mPLZI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qXyBW6hdZrAuAs5M1udTN7mPLZI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Yes, the album...Fuck what you thought, this is another on my top-10 all time albums. To frame this conversation…The year was 1988, I was 8 years old, 9 days short of my birthday and school was just released for the summer session.As described last week, we did the park thing, then a sports camp at A&amp;T that the 31 year-old me cannot remember the name of, then it was to the task of having a <img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMusingsOfAMadman/~4/Sg7332qv3Ic" height="1" width="1"/>http://callmephlip.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-21-long-live-kane.html