i've started this post four different times, and nothing's really making a lot of sense right now. i downed an entire pot of perkins' coffee and smoked about seven cigarettes in roughly forty-five minutes and i'm jittery as all hell, so i'm just going to dive into it.

i'm just going to say that the power cord to my laptop broke, and i'm pissed. i need my computer, man. i need my internet and my bookmarks. how can i update my ipod? i can't. life is hard.

i'd like to do the sunday 5, but because i currently have no access to my music, i'll do my best with the music i have here. it's a routine, dammit, so it's happening.

the theme this week is essential hip hop (or the hip hop i currently have access to). the thing that i really like about good hip hop is the songs usually have excellent one liners, which will be highlighted.

the sunday 5.
1. atmosphere: reflections.
ahhhh.... slug.... so hot right now.
don't get me wrong it would be my pleasure/to sing a song that could remove your shoes and your sweater.

2. the fugees: how many mics.
get back together, guys. seriously. let's bury the hatchet, because, let's face it, this was a really solid album. the world needs more fugees. and really, have you guys done anything since?
...oh wait...
god made this word, you can't get with this/sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphills.

3. mos def: do it now (feat. busta rhymes).
you know how i adore the mighty mos. and nobody doesn't love busta. it's a match made in hip-hop heaven.
tell them thugs that wanna be CEOs to be derobed/before i wear your little dumb ass out like easter clothes.

4. snoop dogg: who i am (what's my name?).
the doggfather. as a good friend once said, every song should start out exactly the way this one does. this will always remind me of driving through the tunnels in duluth on 35e nearing 21st ave after getting our atmosphere tickets.
then i step through the fog and i creep through the smog/'cause i'm snoop doggy (who?) doggy (what?) doggy (dogg!)

5. eyedea & abilities: now.
they talk fast.
(plus the "bombs over baghdad" sample is pretty sweet.)
i really can't pick a part of this song to quote. listen. you'll understand.

there you have it. not too shabby.

this was a pretty lame post, in actuality. next time i'll have "rocky" pictures. oh, friday is glam rock night. vlogging is guaranteed, and you know you want in on that. especially if you missed the first round.

pelowski, thank you for blessing us with your skanky company this weekend. oh, and you'd better have brought my movies over today, because if i have to go one more weekend anchorman-less, i'm not going to thoroughly wash your sacred kitchen supplies the next time i use them, and that's a promise. oooooh! buuuuurn! BRING IT.