Rock, Rock On

Danjaruz Demeanor:
tired, sick, at home

Daily Danjaruz Deliberation:
"shut up, just shut up shut up
shut up,just shut up, shut up"

Danjaruz Disclosures, Declarations, and Diatribes:
In the immortal words of Mr. Fantastik "Rock, Rock On"

See, I had to put Miss Keish on to the hip-hoppers prayer salutation and conclusion.

Rock, Rock On

Some people say "Amen", some people say "Selah", some people say "Ashe", others say "Salaam". People greet, salute, conclude in religious form in various ways. As children of hip-hop Danja and Mr. Fan are...different, to say the least. We give thanks to the Lord for all of the blessings and end our prayers with [say it with me Keish]

Rock, Rock On

Does God look negatively upon us? Who knows, but I doubt it. If I call Him God and the Spaniards call him Dios, is he mad at them or at me? If I say Jesus, instead of Yeshua, is He mad at me? So if I say "Rock, Rock On" does He not accept this as an equivalent to "Amen"?

Rock, Rock On

So we met up with the NYC bloggers this past weekend. IM OFFICIALLY CALLING OUT CAROL[TIGREBALM] AND NIKKAY[SLOWMETAMORPHASIS] FOR NOT COMING.


We met at BBQ on the upper west side and they sat us downstairs, probably anticipating a riot. We were, for the most part, identifiably black, and as the world knows, all Negroes areoutraged Kanye-ites running around mad at the looters for not sending us the Master P Special Edition Hurrican Katrina E. Coli Fronts. How dare he?

Master P Does Not Care About Black People

Anyway, it was fun. We had lots of jokes, though I think I was becoming obscenely loud when my man suggested that the table next to us was full of kids from a group home who looked ready to rob us. What made it worse was when one of my best friends suggests that he go ask them. He of course makes it worse by offering HER money to do so. This banter continued and my laughter, combined with Miss Keisha's, became niggerishly loud. Forgive me, ladies.

We drank big drinks, a nice array of Pink & Green [sorry u missed that display X], and we saluted our shots with Mr. Fan's salute of choice. We carried intellectual conversation worthy of NY bloggers, the most memorable being the subject of Mr. and Mrs. Bobby Brown. This prompted a round of Shaddup Shots, lead by Eleanore The Non-Blogger. [The is always one outsider in the bunch]

After that, we headed to a bar that looked nothing like the Comedy Club I suggested, yet laughs still came. From the white boy's CD skipping, to me shouting that there was indeed, no sleep.... til Brooklyn, that is. The strap on my dress continued to fall as the hem of my skirt continued to rise. Mayham and Bedlam folks. If you havent visited these twins cities of decadence and indecency at 1 am, I recommend that you do.

It only took us 45 minutes to begin a serious discussion about the hurricane. And about 5 minutes to stop talking about it. NYCers survived 9/11 and are used to keeping it moving. Some may wonder how we can go out and have such fun and spend money and drink while there are people in the south suffering.

Easy. Melanie told me to have fun. I had a shot for her.

Peace