Soooo Monday today. Hey, housewives pretending to be writers can have a case of the Monday’s!
Mindless Monday Musings
(And Shamless Self Promotion)
Recived snarky comments over the weekend on a website I contribute to, the Examiner. They were about grammar and punctuation, and I am bad at those things, so they weren’t completely earth shattering. At least I got that first one out of the way. Recovering DJ’s are very sensitive.
My first reviews, who knows I could be onto something.
I like him, met him and it was funny because I thought it would be easier to review someone I already had some back story on.
Knew nothing about them, and they're definitely not my type of tunes at all. But surprisingly, I got throught the CD and tried to write something objective.
Be a True Music Owner
Forget buying the CD or downloading some tracks, you could own the rights to an actual song, crazy but true! Check out Songvest.
And Now a Somber Note
This poem written by a children from Africa and nominated by UN for recognition in 2008.
When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black
And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray
And you calling me colored?
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