The following was originally written by the homie Galen Henderson... With his permission, and in response to a Facebook status message about how comically asinine the villains' plots were on Voltron while snowed in this weekend led him to share this piece with me. With his permission, I am presenting it to the two of you. There are surely more parts to this series, but I will be sharing the all of them with you complete with link.[Phlip note - that was it for all of them right there] And now we will get right down to business...
Aight y'all, class is in session and the Teacher is about to speak. The first victims of dissection this morning are Scooby Doo and The Superfriends (all versions of them).
During the 70s and 80s, the Superfriends were the PINNACLE of the superhero cartoon genre of all time. I remember many a Saturday Morning waiting to see Challenge of the Superfriends. The Wonder Twins, Marvin and whatshername with the dog, all the different versions I didn't…
With the success of last week's QOTD, I decided that I would probably make a point of dropping one of those on Facebook, email and yaddayaddayadda about every time I can think of one. Today's comes in the wake of Tiger Woods' epic bitch move in apologizing in the face of not having actually broken any laws. [Phlip note - more on that in a later post]
The question presented was
"in the wake of all this tiger talk... would you rather your significant other cheat on you or just leave?"
Of course, as with anything, when I am soliciting the opinions of others on these things, I asked people to be as specific as possible when answering. As usual, I emailed the question to some people who might not have access to my Facebook as well to get a full and well-rounded group of answers. Diversity, if you will.
My first respondent this time was the homie Tony Grands via email, with: "I'd rather she leave. I'm selfish, & don't generally play well with others. E…
Angel on my left
shoulder, telling me “Phlip, don’t get on that plane.”
Devil on my right shoulder, telling
me “Phlip, get that money and get the fuck out.”
Internal tug-of-war, provide for my family in a manner that
I had to learn to contribute to as a child, in a manner that I might have never
imagined so easily attainable or stay here in the United States and drive this
bag around and watch these companies shovel out all of the magical coal they
might so need. Pick your poison,
Phillip. Slow burn and hard work or hit
this international lick and be straight one at a time.
Why am I even
second-guessing myself? I KNEW I shouldn’t
be on this fucking plane. As
opportunistic as I have been about trapping this cash over the past six months –
I am at a million and a half now with my under-the-table museum contracts – I am
still quite liberal as far as environmental issues go. At least those in my own back yard, I feel
something when I see my family and friends of my fa…