Been around the world ayayyaya
Been looking for some good porn…
Whuz good everyone?!
Like I hinted it would be, this was to be a dirty post. But regrettably, there were some hiccups. Here at andthree, we plan to pride ourselves in posting unpredictable yet credible shit (don’t we, guys?). Taking the case with most porn movies, their plot is predictable that it could be summed up in three words –the guy comes(unlike Godot). And the in between, it is like once you have seen one, you have seen them all: I wonder why we bother watching another one ¡ And besides, not only is the plot predictable, but it also lacks all credibility. I mean, no sooner has the postman delivered the post than them being at it.
I guess what I am trying to say is that, there ain’t gonna be no vulgarity on this site anytime soon. That is unless we come across one with a knockout storyline or that exhibits knockout positions- in the pedigree of &§.
Getting back to our humdrum regular blogging services……..
I first heard this name way back on the movie point of no return. The main character, an assassin played by Bridget Fonda, was fond of listening to Nina‘s songs. I got to hear the mood indigo years later and recently I found a collection of hits of the sixties that has five of her songs. Wild is the wind has to be my favorite song at the moment. I hear it and it sends me to this room with the curtains blowing in the wind, revealing the blue waters. I know the title is supposed to be a metaphor. I read she lived in Barbados for many years. That, added to the fact her ashes were spread in many African countries (I am not sure if Ethiopia was among those) and the very remote probability that I might have inhaled part of her, may be causing my vision.
Along with Anita Baker and Rod Stewart, she is on the list of singers whom I want to own many cd’s of.
If memory serves me right, I first heard Semahegne Belew’s debot enisira around this time last year. Then, I thought it was going to blow up given the fact that in my opinion it has what it takes to make one break out in eskista –at least when no one else is watching; and a nice video to boot. Strangely, I happened to hear it on tv /the radio only twice ever since; the last time being Friday. Still I have to maintain it is quite groovy.
I know it is the season for gize lekulu. Though I still can not understand why he would decide to use the sound of a dewel after a verse about a meleket, I think it too is a great song .But you will not find me blowing that trumpet (no sexual pun intended).
Why? In addition to avoiding the risk of respiratory infections with too many people on the same trumpet, I prefer blowing trumpets little blown. Or should people lay down a much blown trumpet, I am the guy to pick it up. That is one reason why I decided to talk about Gigi (told ya, no sexual pun intended!).
She is due a dope album and her sister is due a dope mezmur album. Gigi’s last one many people did not feel. I never gave it a good listen; may be I would have liked it. Sofia showed a lot of promise on her first album but her second solo one was not like I expected. May be it too I need to listen to good.
Girls come on!
Taking a wild jump, or a not so wild one as will be evident shortly, to Professor Lukuman Yusuf, he is a renowned Obs. Gyn. He was among the people asked by a magazine to name who they thought were the best in various fields in the last 1000 years. His unexpected choices for the category of best song and music writers has cracked me up ; and this on a day I was finding laughs hard to come by. He picked Ayalneh Mulat (I know of him as a writer and translator of novels and the like) and went on to add Johnny Ragga.
Doc Luk dutty yeah! Big up yourself for for me main man!! And may you excuse the “doc” for it strictly was for rhyming purposes.
Getting back to Gigi, I heard her family’s hotel is being sold. Foreclosure is a bitch! I hope they sort out through any financial troubles they may be having and someday get to buy back what is theirs. Now I feel like I am gossiping. I brought it up only because I wanted to talk about where I saw the haraj announcement –, and how it was damn near the only thing (along with the brilliant int’l Coke commercial that shows what goes down in a vending machine) I care to remember from what I have recently seen on ETv. The rest of the programs I had/have the misfortune of watching, I sat/ sit through saying to myself “I am going to explode if I hear one more ‘hidase’ or ‘ ….. hagerachinin beachir ametat wust mekakelegna gebi kalachew hagerat terta lemaselef…’ “; fighting the urge to commit harakiri.
Enter ETv, where damn near everything is lackluster, dreary, uninspiring, dull, jaded, tame, monotonous, boring, bland (thanks MS Word 2003!); where damn near everything is propaganda or turned so ( case in point: Demera at Meskel Square, which by the way I think rocked –from celebration point of view.) It is like the attack of the clones each and everyday. And events transpired that I would be on the receiving end of this attack- events like DStv losing Premiership broadcasting rights to Gtv. DStv has lost its glory having lost the Premier League or some 294/380 of it .Arab Sat is not that attractive an option either. Champions’ league is on DStv and Gtv and Showtime Arabia are not official yet. It is dire straits for DStv, DStv betoch, watchers, me …
There is a web competition called “the goal cup “. What you do is sign up (for free) and pick your own team made up of six players with the option of 20 transfers through the course of the season. The goals members of your team score each week are going to be added up and prizes will be given at the end of the season for the winning team. My team, “the” team, comprises Rooney, Messi, Shevchenko , Fabregas, Ribery and Gabi Milito. Messi has got our team to a good start yesterday. You can also set up your mini league, invite people to join you and enjoy some friendly competition. My league is only me at the moment and its name is, you guessed it, “the” league!
Please, see if it tickles your fancy.
I used to enjoy reading Addis Admas. But nowadays people I have talked to and I myself feel like it is not worth the trouble. It is like one, two and thirty two or whatever. What happened guys? With printing costs going up by 87%, you better get your act together and swift. Otherwise, I predict there is going to be a major shift in the reader force towards blogs and andthree is going to be a force to be reckoned with. You may think that it is a bit unrealistic in Ethiopia but you have been warned!
They still make sure they come out with the weekly dose of obituaries. And although those things are always sobering, I bet you this one tops them all.
It is from a lady who lost her husband, three kids and a friend in a single car accident a year ago. She says the driver of the other car which caused the accident posted a three thousand birr bail and has been free for almost all of the time her beloved have been dead. I can not blame her for feeling hard done by the justice system. And I doubt if any amount of sentence would make her incomprehensible pain go away either. And one can not help but see, hear about and be exposed to irresponsible pricks , including oneself, on a daily basis.
I kindly ask anyone who happens to pass though here to pray that she finds solace.
……..no, really I am a saint! Should you see my halo flicker, it might be that it has short circuited or something.
Blogspot is still blocked but sms is now kosher. I have told you entries ago about the acquisition of the “tachycardia inducing” girl’s phone number courtesy of my brother. For months I had been reluctant to put it to good use. Then under a crazy set of circumstances, and woe this crazy circumstances as Lauryn would say, a fair bit of texting has been going on between us for three days starting on Wednesday. I told her my first name only yesterday evening and it may/ not be enough for her to recognize me by; I am not sure because I have not read from her since.
Watch this space for the continuing coverage of my life in a way that the people I‘d like associated with it might find overly revealing or offensive even.