The Stone Roses Are Here to Invade

It is my second attempt at posting this.
Here is the video for "I am The Resurrection" by The Stone Roses.


I did not know about them until Rafael, my cousin, enlightened me. I must be out of the loop. AGAIN!!

They are a band from Manchester, England, and popular in the early 90s, I think. The main singer has a cool voice, which gives me shivers! Pretty exciting, I know...

If you go shopping... May The Force Be With You.

The End
Alice

or

n.d.h.

Just Think Of A Title Yourself. And Here Are The Stone Roses

I will do more. However, here is a video of The Stone Roses (See next post).

Also, my cousin Rafael, 29,--he has all the hot news-- told me that Insane Clown Posse has changed their style and is trying to be "family friendly."

I am thinking, when did that happen??????????????????? (question mark barrage).

Alice

It's So Cold In The D. That's Detroit, Not Dallas.

I am keeping with the Detroit theme for this blog post. See my most recent post.

Thank you to Rafael, my cousin,(he has been mentioned in a previous blog... who hasn't been reading??????????) who alerted me to this video being on Beavis and Butthead...

It's So Cold In The D. By T-Baby.


While many have critiqued the poor dancing and rapping skills in the video (at least on You Tube), it is worth noting that T Baby is saying, "how the f*** are we supposed to KEEP PEACE?"

It indicates that she wants to start a dialogue about peace and understanding.

Also ( I am being more serious ) if you watch the video, you will see that some friends or family members have died.
I don't know who has died, but that makes the video disturbing and sad.

And (now I am being less serious )the confusing part of the video is that: No one looks cold!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (too many exclamation marks) I thought it was SO COLD in the D???????????????????????????????? (question mark overload).

Unrelated News.
I am listening to: a CD from my Human Disease and Pathophysiology textbook.

Yes, it is the
next big hit.

Goodbye,
Alice

(north dallas homegirl)

You Would Have To Be Silly To Dis Detroit

Despite the fact that I am North Dallas homegirl, I hail from Detroit, Michigan.

Don't Dis Detroit.
Sadly: Former Detroit mayor

Kwame Kilpatrick has bought a home in Grand Prairie, Texas, which, according to the Dallas Morning News, is setting him back $309,950.00.
Since he is supposed to be currently paying back the city of Detroit... which needs all the help it can get... he is definitely living above his means.
I would have harsher words for Kwame, but I believe he is punished enough by the city he is now living in. Enjoy the lifeless Grand Prairie, Kwame!

And, Kwame, how did you find a house for $309,950.00???????? In Grand Prairie??????

If you really want to help Detroit, go to a beautiful web site and purchase a T shirt. It was started by University of Michigan alums. Yay, go blue and Go "Mighty" Detroit.

The "Help the Homeless" Run was held Saturday Nov. 12 in Dallas...
My, my, my. There was not a huge turnout this year. I am wondering what kept people in their cozy homes and away from being a part of this event????????????????????????????? (Too many question marks).

The End.
Please click on The Magnet Project ... the link is on the right-hand column.

Alice
(ndh)

Gasp. I Like a Kelly Clarkson Song. And, Is That A Grande Or Venti ?

Howdy, fine readers and GENTLE readers:


Much to my disbelief, I really like a Kelly Clarkson song. I am waiting for the alarm to subside.
As I just
discovered,
it is called Mr. Know It All.

I can't help emitting a subtle "Yeah! YOU GO GIRL," When she states, "That's Why I'm Leaving You Lonely, Lonely."
THEN I say, "Yeah! SING IT, KELLY!!" until whoever is around me stops staring at me.

Perhaps I Am Becoming Anti Starbucks

I visited a Starbucks store today.
I have not been there in a while... (In fact, Starbucks is not what it was in its heyday of 1997 or 1998.)

Ha ha. The picture is not really from Starbucks.

I paid $4.60 for a medium drink. Pretty high for a silly little "iced coffee."

So I will just address the store directly. Starbucks: you seem to be the last "refuge" for people who want desperately to look cool while on a laptop.

Also, a bunch of people were chatting in separate intimate conversations.
I could not tell if they were ACTUALLY doing something important, or if they each were lucky enough to have the glow of looking cool.

As I zig zagged through the outdoor tables, not making eye contact on purpose (I wasn't one of them!), I found myself thinking, "am I now Anti Starbucks?" I am not sure.
But, at least I know how to say "grande" and "venti."

Coldplay has a new album. Please buy, or expect future reprimands.
Goodbye,

Alice

or, north dallas homegirl

My Poor Face, And God Bless Jessica Simpson's Poor Child

It's Wednesday, and that mean's it's time for some wildly unimportant news.

Jessica Simpson is pregnant.

God bless that poor child.

Part 1. Am I Too Culturally Sensitive
The following is not meant to offend anyone. But, as usual, I tell it like it is.

I stopped at a nail salon today. My intention was to mostly get EYEBROWS waxed. The salon is called "Envy." It is on Preston Road in lovely Dallas.
"Tina" did the waxing, if you can call it that. She had a strong accent and not a firm grasp of the English language.

Not only did I get the eyebrows and one other area that I wanted waxed... Tina poured wax on the lower half of my face... places where I do not even have hair.. she created a thick wall of wax, like an unnecessary TORTUROUS mask.

We were having a small conversation (am I married? No) and for some reason I was afraid of offending her, or maybe of being a self-righteous english speaker. If not, I would have sat up on the uncomfortable waxing table, pointed at my face, and said "NO! Don't Wax Here!" (Followed by me pointing).
"WAX HERE!" (Please visualize me pointing again). Maybe that would have made a better blog post !!
Darn my cultural sensitivity.
Also: during my trip to the nail salon, I overheard a woman... possibly in her late 30s, I am being generous, and with very big hair... speaking about a guy she met online who ended up blowing her off. Apparently they "went on a couple dates" then they "texted" and then all of a sudden he was nowhere to be found. According to the Big-Haired Blabber, she texted him on Friday, then on the following Sunday, he wrote or contacted her and said,

"I got my phone wet on Friday. I am just going through all of the messages now."

Despite the annoying big hair, I found myself being mildly (and I emphasize "mildly") sympathetic. Why is this such common behavior for some men? Do guys have a disturbing handbook called The Art Of The Perfect Blowoff?

More to the point, WHO GETS THEIR PHONE WET ?
Well the above was a true story.

Check out this blog by Stephanie Klein.

Believe it or not, Young Readers... her blog was the first inspiration for me to start blogging.


Stay loose. Stay Hungry and Stay Foolish,

Alice
or

n.d.h.