a decade and a half ago, if someone told you that when it came time for your children to purchase a computer the majority would come without disc drives you would’ve been sure that it wouldn’t be sustainable, that there is no way that consumers wouldn’t opt for media that they could take home and stow away in their basement somewhere. yet, that is the reality of how we entertain ourselves these days. most definitely not anywhere near as significant as what pres. J. Trump is doing on other fronts, for the good, malaise of our country depending on who you talk to… but its concerning, if convenient. i can’t help but think that the GOP has issues like this in a firm choke hold. i love my new digital players and the advancement of the platform to manufacturing breast pocket ferreted media players that are compatible and even proficient with multiple file formats, some even a tad exotic and less often used as i have been waxing poetic over the last four, five articles about but it’s still unsettling that some companies reserve the rights to revoke your rights to music and digital movies that you spent your hard earned cash on. when it comes to blurays, which have now become ultra blurays, that physicality of your media is more comforting, it comes on a nice neat disc with a crap load of information stored on it. in the case of the ultra bluray 48GB if they are dual layered like back in the day when the xbox 360 was gasping for air desperately trying to keep their company’s head above water after one generational ass whipping from sony and the seemingly unwise choice to base their games on a dying media but they turned it around and won the cup on that one. the attractive vinyl album set is probably going quick and is accompanied by a mediocre lossless version of Erykah Badu’s sophomore album Mama’s Gun which many Badu fan’s, including myself view as one of her best. along with that she has an online storefront Badu World Market where you can acquire more fan service and even incense that smells of the self proclaimed ultra paramour. it is incense supposedly inspired by the aroma of her snatch and as a man i just labeled myself as a teenage pest there. it’s supposed to be faint, and it’s a little too much of a flex. but Ms. Badu, will always, even in the face of tampering with her soul, be herself.
money, is an issue. it seems like every week is a ground hog day of muppets making 8 hour meaningless filibuster speeches and practicing their gavel banging. if you were cutting class when they were explaining what a filibuster is, necessity of intelligent speaker or no, it’s basically when a member of congress holds the floor and speaks until the window of a pending bill or executive action has passed… oh hell no, anyway that high yellow, you’re going to have to excuse for a minute while i get black for a sentence or two, bastard cory booker, trying to kill some bill spoke for 21 hours straight till one of his fellow democrats pulled the fire alarm to stop that madness… you will never be an angry black woman you’re not allowed to do that. i mean all due respect that’s like cardio from the podium… bruh… bruh… why is this still a thing? get out the powdered wigs… seriously. the only more toxic political action is reconciliation because of it’s potential for cross aisle volatility. in light of these things that we don’t give a damn about it’s only right that we don’t give a damn about the absolute last refuge of digital innocence left in our land, gamestop… bill gates neither forgives, nor forgets and when those punks pulled that market haberdashery they were looking for it. w’ell see.
hallelujah for turkey and christmas trees… easy vibes…
love y’all,
the ummi