I’m going to go out on a limb here and question whether or not Obama’s pastor Reverend Jeremiah Wright is on some sort of performance enhancing drugs.

According to his wiki page, Reverend Wright was born in September 1941 – he’s 66 years old!  Now take a look at him in this suit during this recent interview…

He looks ripped!  His torso and thick neck look mighty impressive for someone who is 66 years old.  I can only hope to look as ripped in a suit when I’m anyway near 66 years old – if he’s not juicing it in any way, I’d sure as heck love to know what his fitness routine consists of.

This weekend I realized that one cannot truly be mean unless they are observant. 

Sadly, I’m quite observant, and subsequently mean by near default – but being mean is not what I set out to do by pointing out things that deserve a look at by one and all on the open public streets – I’m talking to you, little people – so please, understand that just because one is observant and wants to show someone just how cool something or someone appears to the naked eye, it does not come from a mean place.

I received the movie 300 out of my Netflix queue this weekend, and I was hoping to see a really good movie. 

Instead I got 35 minutes of movie that could have easily have been cut and edited into Alexander which would have actually have made Alexander a worse movie while still making Alexander make (non)sense, which is something that I thought was an impossibility. 

I remember 300 being a blockbuster in the theater, and I think that it must have been a different movie in the theater, with different actors, different lighting, and a different script altogether – cause the dvd HAD to be stopped at 35 minutes. 

I couldn’t deal with the awfulness, not even deal with it to write a better bash post about the movie.  All that I could think was, “I can’t let myself lose another minute of my life to this awful, awful movie.”

Who knows, maybe the movies were one in the same, but I hope not, for if it was the same, people will accept anything as being good as long as someone else tells them that this is what they should consider to be good – case in point John Mayer’s successful career. 

I checked out the Whitney Biennial yesterday and I highly recommend you check it out yourself.

Some highlights include watching a 26 minute video about a bloody faced lady Viking looking for action in Southern California, a video about women and goats that was awesome, a giant snow cone looking block, giant pigeon poop made out of garbage, and most of all, a semi-creepy yet highly amusing security guard. 

See, the security guard was standing near an exhibit that people weren’t sure if they were allowed to walk through or not, and well, if you’ve never been to an art museum before, by “people” I mean a population of really hot women. 

So anyway, the security guard was a little odd looking to begin with, and he’d make eye contact with “people” while giving them a head nod to acknowledge that it was okay for them to walk through the exhibit, and then two steps into the exhibit the goofy looking guard would have very visibly had all of these “people” undressed with his eyes and in a vat of cotton candy screaming his name while spanking themselves.

At least that what I think he was doing with his eyes - seeing him work was fantastic!   

I finally caught a look of the bird that has been waking me up over the past couple of weeks at the crack of dawn.

It’s a male cardinal, and he’s a no good lousy bum!  A BUM I tell you!

I spotted him in the various trees that line the backyards near my bedroom window.  He was flaunting his chirps while watching me, and then after a stare-down he flew away. 

I hope that I scared him off for good, or at least until the fall when he’ll migrate back.