A whole lotta motherfuckers!

Diddy’s new commercial spot for his popular fragrance is too hot for MTV.

In “Crybabies,” a New Yorker piece, Jerome Groopman explains Colic as, “a poorly understood condition that afflicts seemingly healthy babies and who main symptom is frequent, inconsolable crying.” The article is quite interesting, but not available online.

Langsat. Delectable!

“The reason men pay more for insurance“
“Shadow children“

This game is mad fun and highly addictive.

What a gorgeous web site!

Motivated by Chairman Mao’s motto, “People can achieve anything he wants in case of his courage,” a Chinese kid turned KFC boxes into Transformers.

My latest hip-hop’s gratification is the southern soul from the Underground Kingz. With heavy, hypnotic productions, meticulous flows, lustful lyricism, and a handful of guest list including OutKast, Too $hort and Talib Kweli, the dynamic duo from Port Arthur, Bun B and Pimp C, delivered a double joint that filled with guilty pleasures. From the catchy keyboard tinkling on “Tell Me How Ya Feel” to the luscious guitar sampling on “Trill Niggas Don’t Die” bring back the authentic vibe of the underground south. Still, twenty-nine tracks straight is simply too much. The album would have been tighter if the dull fillers had left off.

It’s about time somebody makes a music sheet I could read.