<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614</id><updated>2011-07-14T16:23:48.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opened Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is to keep me alive and sane while at work. I was not meant for this I tell you. I was meant for a life of luxury on white sand beaches, with an umbrella in my drink, and a really good book. Well, until then...enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-7169976755919060997</id><published>2007-09-12T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:15:42.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm.</title><content type='html'>well today is a sad day. a friend of mine's fiance died suddenly this morning. wow. totally puts things in to perspective and really makes you realize how short life is. if my husband died i think i would die too. i cant even imagine it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my favorite word right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fired my agent. that's good.&lt;br /&gt;gone a few auditions later. they have been much better. i know i am getting close. i can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home for a few days. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took my real estate license test on monday. i think it went well. should find out friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to do a videotape of myself tomorrow saying who i am. and why i am personality. i mean isnt it clear. naw. but that's kinda hard. how do you  just say, hey this is me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll let you know how it all goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-7169976755919060997?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/7169976755919060997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=7169976755919060997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/7169976755919060997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/7169976755919060997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2007/09/hmmm.html' title='hmmm.'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-6904032946532338460</id><published>2007-08-13T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:54:13.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>clueless</title><content type='html'>so i just read a bunch of my other blogs. funny. it's so weird to read about my dreams, hopes, and expectations of L.A. and then what is real. man was i clueless. whew. i just realized though that i had a pretty good run there last june. hopefully that happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's annoying is that i am working so much harder at it now. crazy right? maybe i need to not worry about it so much. just live and let it happen. that's right. i have no control over it, i can only be prepared when it comes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so update time. didn't get the commercial agent. not so sure if i like my manager. hmmm. started a hosting class. love the teacher and she is a host manager. would love for her to rep me. my first class we had a theatrical  manager come speak with us. love'd her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been taking classes at Ivanna Chubbuck studios (Halle Berry's coach). Not sure if its working. gonna change classes. just to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still working at ketchup. still trying to get another job. i guess all u can do is try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. enough for now. u have been updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-6904032946532338460?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/6904032946532338460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=6904032946532338460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/6904032946532338460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/6904032946532338460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2007/08/clueless.html' title='clueless'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-3431310428094800745</id><published>2007-07-08T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T16:42:28.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing yet. have to call the agency back on Wednesday to see if they want to sign with me. meeting with my scene partner today. we are doing romy and michele for class on Monday. oh. i need to pay for class on monday too. oops. um. my husband is going back out of town tomorrow. he will be back on wed. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-3431310428094800745?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/3431310428094800745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=3431310428094800745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/3431310428094800745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/3431310428094800745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2007/07/nothing-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-6970894577564406604</id><published>2007-07-02T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:39:25.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one more thing</title><content type='html'>since moving to LA. I have done a short film. i can't wait to see it. and just recently i signed with a manager. that was a big step. i have been interviewing with this commericial agency called LW 1. I have my second interview with them tomorrow at 11am. I hope I can sign with them. Next from that is. New headshots, hosting class, then on to the theatrical agent. my goal is to get a recurring role this fall. i know i can do it. just got to believe. anything can change in a minute. ooo. also want to make enough money to get the roommate out. i want this place just for me and the hubby. ok. nite nite. i will write more tomorrow after the meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-6970894577564406604?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/6970894577564406604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=6970894577564406604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/6970894577564406604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/6970894577564406604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-more-thing.html' title='one more thing'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-6448740037686657981</id><published>2007-07-02T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:28:25.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Gone Again</title><content type='html'>ok. well. i haven't blogged in forever. and i think i will turn this blog into my experiences. over the past year i have had a lot of changes in my life. Since last July I have moved to Los Angeles and gotten married. Married!!!! I know. Crazy right? Well anywho? My wonderful husband is away again. That's right, I said again. Just about every week he is out of town. This time Seattle. Next week, San Diego. We had plans tonight to go to this restaurant called Dolce, that is 1/2 off every Monday. Well. I am at home alone. Watching reruns and drinking wine. I have been alone all day. Just me and the boys. I have had a lot of time to think today. And actually I have gotten some things done. Crazy, huh??? Well anyway. I am going to try to continue this positive streak. I have to. I know that God has amazing things in store for me. Amazing. It's weird. When I say that I know it, but sometimes I don't believe it. I don't know if that makes any sense. I just have to work on my faith. That's the fun part. I feel like I am changing. I am growing. I am becoming a new woman. I like this new woman. Change can be scary. But I am really excited about it. I am holding myself more accountable. I fall short sometimes, but I get right back up. There is this new commercial that I love with Andy Garcia. Where he says something to the effect of you cant be afraid to fall. Just make sure you fall forward. Beautiful. Here's to falling forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-6448740037686657981?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/6448740037686657981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=6448740037686657981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/6448740037686657981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/6448740037686657981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2007/07/husband-gone-again.html' title='Husband Gone Again'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-115727554392218781</id><published>2006-09-03T04:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T04:38:55.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have been such an awful blogger. I am going to do better. Well let's have a little catch up session shall we? My fiance and I moved from Austin to LA. That was an experience. We were supposed to share a two bedroom place with a "friend" of ours. We had been searching all summer for a place and finally on Friday, the day we were to arrive in LA, we were approved for this great place in Westwood. So we are scrambling around Palm Springs, CA trying to find a way to wire our "friend" the money so he could go ahead and put down the deposit. BTW Palm Springs is about 2 hours outside of LA. Well at that moment I get a phone call saying, "Hey I don't want to do this anymore." Needless to say I was livid. It's a good thing I wasn't driving. So we spent the next 3 nights in a hotel, sneaking the dogs in, trying to find a place to live. We had no such luck. The process just takes too long. You know filling out applications, credit checks, getting approved. So we just decided to take the place we already had even though we can't afford it. We may end up getting a roommate, but for now I love it and don't want anyone else there. Enough of that drama.  Okay so the day we leave Austin and begin driving to Los Angeles, I get a call from the casting director in Austin to work on Quentin's movie. I couldn't belive it. I had been out of Austin for all of 8 hours and was already having to go back. So I was in LA for 3 weeks and then flew back to Texas.  Man was that weird. Getting off the plane in Austin after having just left was SO weird, and HOT as hell. Man I miss that Cali weather. I am in Houston right now. I came home to get fitted for my wedding dress. I love it. It is so beautiful. I can't believe I am getting married. CRAZY!!! Working in QT's movie has been awesome. I know that any day now I am getting lines, which is a HUGE deal. HUGE. I will be so stoked. I also because of the movie have had the chance to meet so really cool hollywood people. Not to mention just the actors in the film, but also really cool crew people. But I also met Eli Roth. He is the director of Cabin Fever and Hostel. I met him my first day on set. He is so nice and sweet. But even bigger than that I met Harvey Weinstein, who is THE producer in Hollywood. Let's put it this way, he produced Lord of the Rings. Cha-ching!!! So hopefully I made a good impression and he remembers me. I can't wait to get my lines. Ok. Enough. I promise I will do better. Promise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-115727554392218781?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/115727554392218781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=115727554392218781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/115727554392218781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/115727554392218781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-much.html' title='So much'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-115001486303646612</id><published>2006-06-11T03:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:34:23.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I shouldna left you without a dope beat to step to...</title><content type='html'>Damn it's been a minute. Sorry. Well let's try and catch up. It's been an okay last couple of weeks. I am writing from my hotel room in Los Angeles, CA. Say, What??? Don't get too excited it ain't that crucial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won a little competition in Austin called I Wanna Be a Soap Star, Live. They flew 6 of us out to Hollywood to audition on Soap Talk for a walk on role on General Hospital. Well, I didn't win. :( But a black guy did :). He was really sweet too. His name is Maurice. I am so not okay with losing. Uhh...The competitor in me came out hard core. But I knew I wasn't gonna win. We all had to audition the same script with the hosts of Soap Talk and I went first. Well, the hosts hadn't really seen the script so he (Ty) just kinda read the lines. As the audition progressed they (the hosts) got WAY more into it and the scenes got more interesting, funnier and more relaxed. But as a perfectionist I refuse to place blame solely on them. I could have done more as an actor. I was totally nervous. By the end of the scene I was aieght, but I also could have been better. But it was so obvious. Even in the break after half of us had gone, Ty looked at me and said, its kinda hard going first huh? Well if anything I learned to BRING IT!!! Always from the start, and who cares if you look dumb, shit its just TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enough about LA even though it is FABU. I started back work on the movie, and I love it. I so know this is what I am meant and want to do. As crazy as it is. I know it. I just have to remind myself of that at all times, because it gets hard when I see all my lawyer friends and all that cheddar that they are bringing in. I just have to keep the faith and TRUST in the Lord. HE will take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you are wondering why I am writing this, its because my fiance is asleep. That's right. SLEEP. Roscoe's Chicken n' Waffles, put him down for the night. He's been knocked out since 9pm. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Let's see what else. Oh I booked a Texas Lotto gig that was SAG. That means I am now eligible to apply for the Screen Actors Guild Union. Which means I can get so much more work. And paid so much more. YIPPEE!!!! It was so perfect, because it is so much better that I am SAG before moving to LA. God is wonderful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QT supposedly is coming back to Austin this week. I hope so. I hope he will give me a shot on this movie. I know how completely far-fetched it is, but hey a girl can dream right. Right, Erin????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough for now. I am gonna finish this bottle of wine, watch L.A. Confidential and continue dreaming....peace....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-115001486303646612?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/115001486303646612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=115001486303646612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/115001486303646612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/115001486303646612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-shouldna-left-you-without-dope-beat.html' title='I shouldna left you without a dope beat to step to...'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-114538768374154283</id><published>2006-04-18T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T14:14:43.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again....here we go</title><content type='html'>Well they shut down production. That's right. Your heard me. Shut down production. I was supposed to go back to work last night, but they SHUT DOWN PRODUCTION. Anyways, so here I am just chillin at the crib with no job again and no prospects of $$$ coming in. It's a little scary. My savings account is already half of what it was and I am trying my best not to dip into it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently they are going to start work on Quentin T.'s portion of the film, but I have no way to get in touch with him to try and still get that audition. I never got his number or anything, because I was seeing him on a daily basis. So now I am considering stalking out his hotel. I know where he stays when he is in town. I don't know if he is in town, but I may go by there tonight. We'll see. I asked my agent for help, but of course I have heard nothing back from her. She is so unreliable and I can't stand her. If I were staying in Austin, I would drop her in a sec. Blechh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else. Bored as hell. Taking care of the dogs. Trying to find some work so I can pay my bills. I don't want to rely on Brod for everything, he already pays for so much. Hopefully next time I will have better news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh did audition for a small role in a Lifetime movie. That would be cool if that goes down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-114538768374154283?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/114538768374154283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=114538768374154283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/114538768374154283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/114538768374154283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2006/04/once-againhere-we-go.html' title='Once again....here we go'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-114495968589576649</id><published>2006-04-13T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:21:25.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope springs eternal</title><content type='html'>That's totally me. For some reason even after I get turned down for project after project, I just keep on hopin' and prayin'. I know it's just around the corner. I can feel it. I really can. I keep getting so close, so I know that means that the break is on its way. Quentin gave me a copy of his script and I effin' love it. There is a part I really want to read for. He said he would let me read for him, so..... But yeah. I love this character. And I know I could play her like no one else could. We are off for a week for Easter. We start back next Monday. But I am afraid he won't be there. He mentioned something to me about going to NYC and LA for casting. But then he postponed it... I don't know if he postponed it for next week, so that kinda scares me. But I know what is meant will happen. I know for sure he will be back the week of the 23rd. So at least then I can ram it into his head. Other than that. Same ol, same ol. I am totally bored right now because we aren't filming. So bored that I don't want to do anything. Blah!!!! OK. I am at least going to go clean up my messy house, that my dogs are just gonna mess back up 10 minutes after I am done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-114495968589576649?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/114495968589576649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=114495968589576649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/114495968589576649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/114495968589576649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2006/04/hope-springs-eternal.html' title='Hope springs eternal'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-114422357418854000</id><published>2006-04-05T02:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:40:32.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2:27am</title><content type='html'>That's what time it is. I am on a fucking ridiculous schedule filming this movie, but damn is it worth it. So I have been filming for almost two weeks. 2 days off a week. Our weekends are Tuesday and Wednesday and its crazy too. Like they call Monday, Friday. And when we arrive on set at 6pm, everyone says good morning and they serve us breakfast, and lunch at midnight. Crazy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started on Thursday, March 23. I was working as a nurse, just as a background extra, sorta featured but still being paid $75 for 12 hours. That's barely minimum wage. But hey, who cares. So the very first day I get to be in a shot with one of the lead actors, CLOSE UP. Just of our faces. I was so stoked. The rest of the week was pretty whatever, accept for Quentin Tarantino kept noticing me and calling me Angela Davis because of my 'fro. It's pretty funny. At lunch the first day I notice that the directors, Robert and Quentin were eating with us as well as the cast, and that some of the other nurses (extras) were actually sitting at the table with them. SO JEALOUS!!!!! But then one of the stand-in guys told me that he overheard the directors talking about me and how I am in Sin City and what part and all. Man was I pumped. I was so excited I even forgot to ask what else they talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, Brian, the assistant director asked me at lunch if I was in Sin City. He said he didn't remember me because my hair was different. I told him "Yeah, it's much longer now." So then he says, "Well, would you be willing to cut it. "I paused and then he said, "Because we want to use you again and maybe also in Quentin's film." I just about had a heart attack at that point. Then the next night I went out with some of the cast and crew and Robert and Quentin, invited me and Emmy (another extra) to sit at their table. As soon as we sat down Robert said, "So are you gonna cut your hair for me." Again I just about died. Then he and Quentin began talking about all the places they wanted me in their films. OMG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cut to Saturday night/Sunday Morning at about 3:30am. Damn it so hard to keep up with the days. Brian walks up asks me what my schedule is like for the rest of shooting and then asks if I want to be a survivor... (Insert Destiny's Child song here. In fact every time anyone on set says that words I bust out in song.) I say yes, and then they drag me off to the hair and make-up trailer and proceed to chop 4 inches off my hair. That's right folks I am back to square freakin one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I filmed on Sunday. Apparently now though there's a bit of drama on set. Not quite sure what its about. Sometimes I feel like a little kid in a bad marriage. Like you know some shit is going down, but no one will tell you anything, and they just talk over your head. But anyway. Finish filming on Sunday/Monday morning, and we are leaving set when Quentin asks me to go to breakfast with him and Robert. OMG!!!! OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course even though I wasn't hungry and I was exhausted, I went. It was awesome. He gave me some great advice. Tonight went and hung out with them again and watch a late night showing of Carrie. That movie is fucked. I also asked Quentin if I could audition for him and he said yes, so YEAH!!!!! And that is why I am still up at now....2:50am. I am going to try and stay up as late as I can so I can stay on schedule. Yippee!!!! I can almost see my dreams coming true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-114422357418854000?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/114422357418854000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=114422357418854000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/114422357418854000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/114422357418854000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2006/04/227am.html' title='2:27am'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-114314551670861786</id><published>2006-03-23T14:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:25:16.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>I still haven't full recovered from the fact that I didn't get the part in the movie. I mean I understand that it just wasn't right for me and that one day I will be able to look back and realized the truth and see how much better off I am as a result. I know this. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I start shooting on the Robert Rodriguez film as a "hot nurse." I am very excited about this, but cautiously excited. The last time I worked with Robert he was a doll, and treated me like a superstar, but there were no real stars on the set that day. I will be shooting for 8 days this time, so maybe I can make a real impression on him. Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a casting tomorrow afternoon. It's going to be a rough next couple of weeks. We are filming only at night. Like 6pm-6am. And I am still going to try and fit some things in during the day so I can make some cash. We'll see how it goes. Hopefully well. Say a prayer for me and I'll keep updating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-114314551670861786?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/114314551670861786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=114314551670861786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/114314551670861786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/114314551670861786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_23.html' title=':|'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-114296810412294947</id><published>2006-03-21T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:08:24.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Well...That's it. I didn't get the part. The big news I was waiting on is not happening. I auditioned for a role in a feature film starring Terrance Howard about African-American swimmers and I didn't get it. :( I'm alright but it is a little frustrating. I mean how can I not get the part of the black swimmer again. This is the second time. The casting guy said I had a great read. I guess. You never know if they are lying to you or not. But that they decided to go with a girl from Los Angeles. That just almost gives me further confirmation that I need to move to L.A. I keep getting beat out on these roles by people in L.A. Anyway. So greater things later. God has something prepared for me, I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well at least I start work on Robert Rodriguez's new movie on Thursday. That will take my mind off things somewhat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-114296810412294947?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/114296810412294947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=114296810412294947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/114296810412294947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/114296810412294947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-114272657905163683</id><published>2006-03-18T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T18:02:59.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...That's about how I am feeling</title><content type='html'>I had a very relaxing week. My mom and my best friend Shannon came to Austin on Monday. It was cool. We mostly just chilled. Cooked dinner on Monday and went to P.F. Changs on Tuesday. I found out this week that I didn't get the Church's Chicken commercial. :( boo. Total bummer. I really could have used that money, but everything happens for a reason and at least I got a call-back out of it. Which means I am not totally horrible at this acting thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email from my agent on Tuesday to do a small print shoot on Friday. It ended up being a really cool gig. I was basically just stock photography. Which means I get paid a small fee to use my pics and then the photographer can sell them on websites like gettyimages.com to other businesses. So the photographer makes most of the money off of the shots. They are the kind of cheesy shots you see on websites and in brochures of people working on laptops together looking really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway the photogs for this shoot were a really nice older couple from Toronto and another younger gentleman. They were such nice people with such warm souls. You know how you can just tell when you meet someone that they are good people. Well these people were. Anyway they were telling me all about their business and what they do. Apparently sometimes they work with really big time models. And the big time models don't get any fee up front, but they get residuals on the back end. Then they started telling me about how next month they are taking 4 models to Rome for a day and then going on an 8-day 5-star cruise in the Mediterranean. Then landing in Athens, Greece for a day. They will shoot everyday for about 4 hours and that's it. How cool is that? Can you imagine an all expense paid trip to Italy? Whoa!!! So I told them to definitely keep my info and if they ever want to take me on a trip all over the world for free...I am game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No real updates on my big news. Things are still in the works I guess. I hope all goes well. I have been doing lots and lots of praying. But if it doesn't work out...Oh well. At least I will get to shoot on the Robert Rodriguez film starting this week. Until then. Holla!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-114272657905163683?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/114272657905163683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=114272657905163683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/114272657905163683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/114272657905163683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2006/03/hmmthats-about-how-i-am-feeling.html' title='Hmm...That&apos;s about how I am feeling'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-114184828530113944</id><published>2006-03-08T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:04:45.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are looking better...</title><content type='html'>Well things are going pretty well so far. I had 3 auditions last week. I booked one job which was a Southwest Airlines ad. It wasn't anything spectacular, but it just paid my car note. One job I am guessing I didnt get and the other, I am still waiting to hear back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone call on Monday to meet Robert Rodriguez (Sin City director) today for a casting. He hand picks his extras and I was picked for his new movie called Grindhouse. Hopefully all goes well. He is about the only director I would ever do extra work for again. He actually treats his extras like people, and hey he put lil ole me in Sin City. You could never imagine how many people still come and tell me, "Hey! You're in Sin City." It's kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really exciting happened today and I am flippin out. I dont want to say anything a jinx it all, but if this pulls through, OMG!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my substitute teacher orientation on Friday, and I need to start working ASAP, cause a sista is broke. My poor savings are diminishing daily. So hopefully in a few days I can tell you all the big freakin' crazy news. Just keep saying prayers for my success. Muah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-114184828530113944?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/114184828530113944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=114184828530113944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/114184828530113944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/114184828530113944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-are-looking-better.html' title='Things are looking better...'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-114123445348126650</id><published>2006-03-01T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T11:41:52.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start</title><content type='html'>Okay....well I am back, after much prodding and poking, here I am. But, I am not back in the same sense as before. Previously I was raggin' on other folks being idiots. Well now since I am recently unemployed (by choice), I think I will use this blog to chronicle my transition in finding out who I am and who I want to be. But please be aware, if I find some crackheaded shit you can guarantee I will probably have some commentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok so here is my latest issue. On occassion that something calls for an African-American woman I get called to go on the casting. And at each casting I see the other 5 girls from my agency. We have become friends just from always getting called to go on the same auditions. So anyway I go into these auditions/casting and the first thing they always say is, "Wow! You have such a great look!" But do I ever get cast for anything. No! So if my look is so great why don't I book anything. I just don't get it. I really don't. It almost makes me consider changing my look. It gets very frustrating at times. Not to mention that I am pigeon-holed into roles for african-americans. Who's to say I couldnt do the white girl role better than the white girl. Why does she have to be white? Unless she's playing someone's daughter why can't she be black, hispanic, arab or asian? Uhhh, white people irratate me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-114123445348126650?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/114123445348126650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=114123445348126650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/114123445348126650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/114123445348126650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-start.html' title='A New Start'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-113337203936767337</id><published>2005-11-30T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:53:23.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Next Top...Thank God.</title><content type='html'>So it is official. I am so thankful that Tyrant never picked me to be on ANTM. First of all I don't think I could have handled her ego. Her entire talk show is about Tyra. Not to mention the fact that I don't need to be saved. I am not a drug dealer, mother of 5, abused, raped, illiterate, barely graduated high school twig of a person. The show simply good television and not really about discovering models,and when this is what you have to show for your winners....Well you know I'll let the pics speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/naima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh...This chic won??? She looks ridiculous. I know about 8,000,000 girls who look better than this. And I know modeling is not always about beauty, but there is nothing interesting looking about this girl. geez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/eva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I was a huge Eva fan. And I try to defend her post-show. But doesn't girlfriend look a little weird and chubby in these pica. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/eva2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She just looks like someone's cousin or something. Like I could find her on the street. But granted she's about a million miles ahead of name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't even have words for this &lt;a href="http://www.starpulse.com/news/index.php/2005/11/29/50_cents_wants_you_to_feel_the_love"&gt;50 Cent Wants You To Feel The Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-113337203936767337?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/113337203936767337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=113337203936767337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/113337203936767337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/113337203936767337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/11/americas-next-topthank-god.html' title='America&apos;s Next Top...Thank God.'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-113172817748267892</id><published>2005-11-11T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:56:17.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheryl's Wrath</title><content type='html'>Ok so I wanted to post this about three weeks ago, but I didn't fully know how to convey the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Friday night my boyfriend and I had a bunch of friends over for drinks and board games. I know lame, right? Well while we were waiting for everyone to arrive I turned it on ComicView. Now I don't ever really even watch ComicView. I just don't think it's that funny, but what I saw this Friday night was about the funniest thing I have ever seen. I mean ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this transsexual comedian(ne) named Flame comes on the show and proceeds to call Sheryl Underwood a transsexual likening her image to that of Wesley Snipes. Ouch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Sheryl was not having it. View the clip of the fiasco on &lt;a href="http://www.bet.com/Site+Management/Comic+View.htm"&gt;BET.com &lt;/a&gt;When the page loads click on the Video Recap section in the middle of the page. Priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-113172817748267892?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/113172817748267892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=113172817748267892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/113172817748267892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/113172817748267892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/11/sheryls-wrath.html' title='Sheryl&apos;s Wrath'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-113157270916024239</id><published>2005-11-09T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:48:11.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Things</title><content type='html'>Okay here are few quick things to keep u indmix. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eurweb.com/story.cfm?id=23314"&gt;Laila Ali&lt;/a&gt; is gay? What is going on here? What? Was she jealous at all the attention Sheryl Swoopes got? And Queen Latifah is her boo? Well that's not shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you &lt;a href="http://www.eurweb.com/story.cfm?id=23315"&gt;LisaRaye&lt;/a&gt; wasn't getting married. Rumor has it this dude gets engaged every year. Can't turn ho into a housewife I guess goes both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eurweb.com/story.cfm?id=23249"&gt;Cam'Ron&lt;/a&gt; is even more of an idiot than I first thought. For those of you who refuse to read &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Myah). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will some up the highlights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I always move cautiously, like somebody is after me, anyway," he explained. “Not saying somebody is after me, but you gotta realize you in a position of power. It's like the modern day. ... It's like Malcolm X and Martin Luther King. I hate to use them as examples, but they both got murdered and they both were great leaders. Right now [rappers are] in a position where people like [Minister Louis] Farrakhan and Dr. Ben [Chavis] call us up to speak to the youth.” -- Cam'Ron&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. Did this nigga just really compare himself to Malcolm X and MLK? I mean, are you serious right now? Like when I read this I was beyond words. I barely even know who Cam'ron is. As Myah said....He and Big Tigger might as well be the same person. Like I said before....I don't think other people live in the same world I live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-113157270916024239?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/113157270916024239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=113157270916024239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/113157270916024239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/113157270916024239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/11/quick-things.html' title='Quick Things'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-113147027350148269</id><published>2005-11-08T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T11:18:11.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Indmix.com</title><content type='html'>Ok this is for all my Houston peeps. So, one of my favorite things to do while I am bored at work is to check &lt;a href="http://www.indmix.com"&gt;www.indmix.com&lt;/a&gt;. For those who don't know it's a website which posts pictures from parties around the Houston area. It also has a list of e-flyers for upcoming events. Ya know it keeps you indmix. Anyway after going through last weekend's parties, which is the same list of the same people at the same parties, I began to realize I am as siddity and bourgeois as they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some examples as to why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/try%20harder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Could these dudes try any harder...I mean really. Is all that necessary. All of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/contacts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What is this 1992? Do people still really wear colored contacts? I mean who do you think you are fooling? Your eyes are not green? Everyone knows. Stop fakin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/grill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the dude that did Paul Wall's grill. Uh I wouldn't trust this fool with my mouth. He looks like a fucking vampire. Ewww!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/huh.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See...This is when my siddity-ness really starts to come out. There is so much wrong with this pic...I mean is she for real? And she's all cheesin like she's fly. Somebody tell her not only is she not Christina Aguliera but that look is a bad one anyways. Geez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/huh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I don't even have to say anything. But that tattoo shop is paid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You know how there is an age minimum to get in the club, like either 18 or 21...Well I am in favor of an age maximum. Can we get that on the ballot?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/really.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This one falls under so many categories. Old, tired, ghetto, trashy, sleazy, hoodratish, and that blond hair? Whew. Ladies really, clothes are okay. The chick on the left is the only one who has any damn sense. How did she even get in the pic with the other two? I wonder if they are all friends? Weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay the last thing I have to say about the club. And ladies tell me how you feel. Why does every flyer have a half naked woman on it? What exactly is that promoting? She's not going to be at the party. Do these idiot "marketers" ever think that women view these flyers as well. Sorry again, I'm siddity. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a little extra treat. &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1483126109004145166&amp;amp;q=fred"&gt;Crack Kills.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-113147027350148269?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/113147027350148269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=113147027350148269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/113147027350148269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/113147027350148269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/11/indmixcom.html' title='Indmix.com'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-113044877697508156</id><published>2005-10-27T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T10:10:59.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't get credit for shit you supposed to do</title><content type='html'>I think that's a Chris Rock joke, about men being proud of the fact that they take care of their kids. I don't get it. Even if you didn't mean to get a girl pregnant why on God's great earth would you not take care of your children. I mean first of all kids are the cutest even when they are annoying as hell. And a poor starving child has got to be about the saddest thing in the world. I mean even if you hate your baby's mama, why would you take that out on your child. But what I really don't understand is not taking care of your kids when you have the means to. Here in the case of "rapper" &lt;a href="http://www.eurweb.com/story.cfm?id=23100"&gt;Young Jeezy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/jeezy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean who the fuck does he think he is fooling. Dog, you are a rapper. You are a member of the rap community that is responsible for the black community being obsessed with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conspicuous_consumption"&gt;conspicuous consumption.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icedoutgear.com"&gt;example 1 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrbling.com/"&gt;example 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stgeorgetyres.com.au/carofmonth.jpg"&gt;example 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean he walks around calling himself the "Snowman" first of all. That's the drug man, right? Where have you ever seen a broke drug dealer. Then he walks around with a medallion on his chain that's a snowman made out of diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he really is broke. Maybe he got his chain at Sharpstown mall. Maybe it's silver and rhinestones. Who knows? But C'mon. Can't we make it cool to take care of our own. At least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note. Mrs. Big Gay Al is very &lt;a href="http://www.eurweb.com/story.cfm?id=23122"&gt;upset.&lt;/a&gt; Well. I don't know. I applaud Mrs. Reynolds as she calls herself fo standing by her man, albeit her gay man.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/staral.jpg?uniq=cungnt" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And you know, I'm sorry yall, I never deal with the tabloid stuff here on the show. You know I refuse to talk about it. But don't go after my marriage. You don't know anything about me and my husband and how much I love him. I'm Mrs. Reynolds. I answer to him, not to the rest of you! And that pissed me off, so that's why I said it this morning."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would have actually loved to see this rant on television. Now I am all for blacks being uber-professional especially when put in front of the masses, but sometimes there is the occasion when the true negro needs to come out and I love it. (i.e. New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin, Kanye West)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what Mrs. Reynolds really needs to be worried about is why her husband is daround aroung NYC at 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What happened to that sweet innocent girl that made braids popular? You know, the one who wasn't even allowed to show her stomach? Remember her? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/brandy.jpg?uniq=cunyke" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eurweb.com/story.cfm?id=23121"&gt;Is that you Brandy?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So another failed relationship for Brandy. Geez. You would think by now she would stop putting us all in the bizness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/_/pageid/rs.Home/pageregion/single1/id/6376372?rnd=1130510852880&amp;has-player=true&amp;amp;version=6.0.12.1212"&gt;Remember this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this girl has now dated &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/brandykobe.jpg?uniq=hubijw"&gt;Kobe&lt;/a&gt; (if only we knew then what we know now), &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/wanya.jpg?uniq=hubipl"&gt;Wanya&lt;/a&gt; of Boyz II Men, had a multi-platinum CD, disappeared, reappeared supposedly &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/brandyrobert.jpg?uniq=hublfn"&gt;married&lt;/a&gt; and pregnant, did an entire MTV show "Special Delivery" about it, had the &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/momma.jpg?uniq=hubimt"&gt;cute baby&lt;/a&gt;, got divorced, didn't really get divorced cause she was never married, started dating NBA player &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/qandbrandy.jpg?uniq=hubind"&gt;Quentin Richardson&lt;/a&gt;, got engaged, turned into an overprotective always on the scene bball wife, got a &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/tattoo.jpg?uniq=hubipb"&gt;tattoo&lt;/a&gt; of the dude's face on her back, got it &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/covertattoo.jpg?uniq=hublg2"&gt;covered up&lt;/a&gt; , and now is back a single mother. All by the age of 26. Whew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How is this chick gonna look at 40, if this is what 26 looks &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/brandynow.jpg?uniq=hubn71"&gt;like. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-113044877697508156?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/113044877697508156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=113044877697508156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/113044877697508156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/113044877697508156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-cant-get-credit-for-shit-you.html' title='You can&apos;t get credit for shit you supposed to do'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-113043449396143749</id><published>2005-10-27T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T12:37:35.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Strong????</title><content type='html'>Ok. So as a working PR professional I understand self promotion. And I guess this is the 25th year of BET. Which means it's older than MTV? Crazy how one network has progressed and the other well... Anyway. BET taped it's 25 Strong show last night in LA. Funny MTV airs their award shows live, we tape ours. Anyway, again. Let's look at some of the sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning: These images may cause shreiking, hollerin out for the lawd, and crying. Images may not be suitable for those with taste. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/arsenio1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes that is Arsenio Hall on the right. What is up? I don't know. His hair. Again I don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/judge1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Judge Maybelean....Ok first I thought she lost weight...Second I thought she was alive. Doesnt she look like a corpse. All ashy and dead. Blecch!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/lisaray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somebody ought to tell Lisa Raye they make clothes in other colors besides white. Also rumors abound that she's not really getting married to the Turks and Caicos Chief Minister Michael Misick. Damn thought she was gonna make it out. Well see Lisa. All the rest of the chicken heads are crossing their fingers for you. She's trying to be the black "Pretty Woman."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/paul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it okay to have a picture of yourself on your shirt? Talk about self-promotion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Shar. You got dumped again. Sux to be Shar Jackson. With the luck she has you would think she was related to those other Jackson's.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/snoop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word. NO!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/sheryl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Huh???? Sheryl? What the F***. Damn if I was a Zeta I would be totally embarrassed. Well I guess if I was an AKA, I would be embarrassed by Star Jones, but at least they have other prominent, famous respectable sorors. Zeta this is all you got. Got to do better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for the finale.....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/r.kelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong on so many levels. Just wrong. Nigga you aint a soldier. And where are this man's publicists and stylists. First he's in trouble with the law and walks around with a mini-mask on his face. Now this. R. No need to draw any attention to your crotch. Leave that area ALONE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-113043449396143749?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/113043449396143749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=113043449396143749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/113043449396143749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/113043449396143749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/10/25-strong.html' title='25 Strong????'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-113043112106096893</id><published>2005-10-27T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:47:44.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I know it's been a minute</title><content type='html'>Sorry. I know it's been a while, but I been dealing with some stuff and just not really in the mood to blog, but here we go. First off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIP Rosa Parks 1913-2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We truly lost a soldier, a champion, and a strong woman with the death of Ms. Parks. Our community needs more like her. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/13_rosa_parks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by now we've all heard about Cam'Ron's &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/10/23/AR2005102301334.html"&gt;"carjacking."&lt;/a&gt; Now police are suspecting that it wasn't a carjacking at all, and recent rumors claim this was planned by Cam'Ron to promote his forth coming album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/camron_150x200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This on both levels is a perfect picture of stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;First, if it was a carjacking, why would you carjack a brand new royal blue Lamborghini. I mean could you possibly want to get caught any faster. I am sure there are only a handful of royal blue Lamborghini's in the U.S. let alone Washington D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/lamb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the rumor about this being for album promotion. Has it come to this? I mean, if it has I totally blame 50 and Kanye. The romanticizing of tragedy to sell albums is out of control. Cam'Ron has now managed to combine 50's story and Kanye's story into one. Since 50 and Kanye are the best selling rap artists right now. So I guess that means Cam'Ron's album is going to go 50-gillion times platinum. Good Luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-113043112106096893?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/113043112106096893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=113043112106096893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/113043112106096893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/113043112106096893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-know-i-know-its-been-minute.html' title='I know I know it&apos;s been a minute'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112990998397756032</id><published>2005-10-21T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T10:53:03.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobby Stupidtino...</title><content type='html'>Ok so I only have time for a little quickie...Maybe more later on today...But on Tuesday BET showcased the "25 Shades of Fine." Supposedly, this show was to count down the Top 25 beauties in the last 25 years. Boy, did I ever have so many problems with the show. I could go on and on and on and on....Like how is Lauryn Hill #25, that girl is gorgeous. How did Lil' Kim make the list and beat Lauryn Hill? Ciara in the Top 10? No Sanaa Lathan? Tina Turner and Pam Grier on the list? You said last 25 years, right? But my biggest problem with the show was Bobby Valentino. Now he only appeared once in the show, but when he did he made a point of being completely ignorant and setting black folks back about 100 years. He spoke when "celebs" were commenting on the talent and beauty of Alicia Keys, who I think was #9. Everyone had such nice things to say about Alicia, her beauty, her talent, her style. This is what this dumb ass nigga had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, she a red bone...You know I'm from the south and you know we love those red bones, plus she got the Pro-Activ now, so that skin is tight, and she got that good grade of hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATTTT!!!!!! What the FUCK!!!! How in 2005 does BET allowed for this shit to be aired. Ok he said it fine whatever. How could BET air that? I swear sometimes I don't live in the same world as everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112990998397756032?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112990998397756032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112990998397756032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112990998397756032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112990998397756032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/10/bobby-stupidtino.html' title='Bobby Stupidtino...'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112984087640723910</id><published>2005-10-20T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:41:16.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Again WTF???</title><content type='html'>So a few weeks ago I did a post about Beautiful Women and their Lame Ass Little Dudes...Ciara and Bow Wow, Janet and Jermaine, Eishia and Usher, Kanye and his girl, and John Legend (who isn't lame, but may suffer from Al Reynolds syndrome) and his girl. Well from that let me add to the list. Well not even add, but how in the world does someone like Damon Dash land the likes of Aaliyah and Rachel Roy in one lifetime. Yes, he's successful, powerful, rich, sorta funny. He does not however come across as charming, caring or loving. Maybe I have it all wrong, but huh????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/dameaaliyah.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dame and Aaliyah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a side note looking at the pics of Aaliyah made me so totally sad.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/rachelroy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dame and Rachel Roy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So will someone please explain this phenomenon to me...Please...I don't get it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A few fun things before I go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/nicole2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does this chick get Boris Khodjoe? Call me a hater if you want but I don't get it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh Jermaine, WTF???? Again with the lame ass little dudes. You gotta rep Janet better than that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/jermaine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for the finale and total gross out....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/gross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112984087640723910?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112984087640723910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112984087640723910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112984087640723910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112984087640723910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/10/again-wtf_20.html' title='Again WTF???'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112974317412406539</id><published>2005-10-19T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:32:54.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose House....</title><content type='html'>Run's House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/rev%20run1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched this show last week and watched it again last night, because it was so good the first time. Finally. A black family on TV with some damn sense. Granted they are loaded, but they still have their heads on straight. This episode was about Run's second oldest daughter Angela who was graduating from high school. They were going to throw her a grad party for maintaining a straight "A" average throughout high school. Of course being a teenager, Angela had grand (de)illusions of big over-the-top party, complete with Funkmaster Flex as DJ, over 200 guests, plexiglass dance floor over the pool, fireworks in her name, and I-pod goodie bags. Her brother even said "Your on some Paris Hilton, Nicci Richie type stuff." To which she replied, "No I am on some Angela Simmons type stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/pic_angela1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in steps Rev. Run and puts a complete stop to the party. He's like "Ah hell to the naw." The party gets downgraded to 50 friends, bbq, playing in the pool, and mix CD's. Angela's upset, but holds it in. The most touching moment was when she cried to her mom that she was worried that her dad thinks she's a spoiled brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/angandrun1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay this is where I must make a commentary. All those tired ass, lame ass, no good-doing, brats on MTV's "My Sweet Sixteen" should take note here. She didn't get what she wanted, she didn't even get close. Did she whine, cry, complain, throw things, cuss her parents out? No. She quietly realized what she was asking for, how completely ridiculous it was and proceeded to apologize. HELLO AMERICA!!!! WAKE THE FUCK UP!!! This is how a child is supposed to behave. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so back to the story. So Angela has the party, and it looked like the bomb-ass party. Just a bunch of kids having a damn good time. &lt;strong&gt;Hold on, one more commentary. All the kids were black. I love it. As rich as the Simmons are they still hold it down with the peeps. &lt;/strong&gt;After the party was over her dad (Rev. Run) asked her if the party was okay, if she was upset for not getting the party she wanted, and she replied, "No. I had a great time. I think it was even better this way, because we got to wil' out and have more fun." &lt;strong&gt;GREAT ATTITUDE!!! &lt;/strong&gt;Then because of her great grades and her excellent attitude, dad hands over the keys to the brand new cherry red Binz. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/binz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you haven't seen the show. It's must see TV. Puff Daddy, P.Diddy, Diddy or whatever is the producer. He is in charge of New Show Development for MTV. Damn shame BET can't get anything like that going. This is a great show that portrays African-American's in good light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112974317412406539?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112974317412406539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112974317412406539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112974317412406539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112974317412406539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/10/whose-house.html' title='Whose House....'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112957450609113807</id><published>2005-10-17T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T13:41:46.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Murda Mase or Pastor Mase???</title><content type='html'>So a few posts ago I did a friend a favor. She kept asking me to post something about Mase signing with G-Unit. Well she was right, that nigga has officially lost his mind. Isn't it funny how as Lauryn Hill said it "It's funny how money change a situation." This man went from a "hardcore" street rapper, to a shiny suit man with Puff Daddy, P. Diddy, Diddy, to a preacher with his own church to a member of G-Unit? Hmmm. Now on to his latest. Apparently Mase is on some G-Unit freestyle mixtape taking shot's a Diddy, the man who gave him everything, and calling Brandy a ho. What did Brandy ever do to Mase? Didn't they even have a song together. Even his own G-Unit buddies say that they are rubbing off on him. So from a man of God to a man of G-Unit. I thought you knew Mase? Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now how come your talk turn cold&lt;br /&gt;Gained the whole world for the price of your soul&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to grab hold of what you can't control&lt;br /&gt;Now you're all floss, what a sight to behold&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is better than silver and gold&lt;br /&gt;-- Lauryn Hill "Lost Ones"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112957450609113807?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112957450609113807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112957450609113807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112957450609113807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112957450609113807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/10/murda-mase-or-pastor-mase.html' title='Murda Mase or Pastor Mase???'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112921639355911379</id><published>2005-10-13T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T13:44:29.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to my favorite couple...</title><content type='html'>I thought I would make the topic of today's blog my favorite and America's favorite couple...That's right folks Star and Al. I mean you just gotta love them. How can you not they are so in love. Right? Aren't they? Whaddya mean he's gay? He's Gay?!?!? Hmmmm... well now that you mention it... Let's take a stroll down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/alpinkstar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so a couple of years ago Star Jones, host of ABC's "The View" was just a token fat black woman, desparetly trying to find a man. And I mean desparately. That was all she talked about, her horrible dating life. Well luckily for her in walks Al Reynolds. Here's a short recap in their own words with a few of &lt;em&gt;my comments&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al:&lt;/strong&gt; I actually saw Star at a social event 5 years prior and was too hesitant to approach her…but I was definitely interested. &lt;em&gt;No you weren't interested. If you were interested it was in her lavish lifestyle which so befits your lavish gay lifestyle. How can I get into the celeb world, legitimately, but still live as a lavish man....Ding! Star Jones.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/starfur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al:&lt;/strong&gt; This time I wasn't going to let her go. I reached out for her arm and said: "You’re not going to just pass me by." &lt;em&gt;This is my chance. This is it. All my dreams can come true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Star:&lt;/strong&gt; I was floored. I stopped, looked into his eyes and I literally heard a bell ring...just like my mother said it would. Al smiled at me and it was love at first sight. &lt;em&gt;Someone is actually approaching me. A man. Oh wow. Let's get married!!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/alskip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al:&lt;/strong&gt; On our first date, I presented Star with a CD of songs all with “star” in the title.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If that doesn't scream gay man, I don't know what does.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Star:&lt;/strong&gt; Al likes to surprise me and take me dancing to little out of the way clubs as well as huge over-the-top nightclubs; but the place never seems to matter to us...As long as I'm dancing in his arms, we could be on a deserted island.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please let's leave that to deserted islands please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/200506_starjoneswithal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so according to their wedding website, less than one month after they met they were already discussing marriage. Two months later he proposed. I really think they just have an agreement. She finally gets to be married. She gets to live out her cinderella fantasy of a wedding and he is happy to oblige because HE IS GAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all happened pre-wedding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Star was humiliated by Al when she found that only weeks before he went to a Halloween party at a gay-friendly Manhattan club. Al was dressed as a male stripper--wearing a Speedo swimsuit and white bathrobe," a close source told The ENQUIRER. "He went to the club with friends who were dressed like the Village People." When Star found out about Al's shenanigans, she quickly set him straight. "She told him he should have known better than to go to a primarily gay party dressed in a Speedo for crying out loud! She told him to be more responsible. "Star says she believes Al when he says he's not gay and that he truly loves her. But it just doesn't look right when she leaves town and the next night he's hanging out at a gay-themed party in skimpy clothes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STAR JONES let her hubby have one last hurrah with the boys the night before they got married. The N.Y. Post reports Al Reynolds hosted a "Roman Baths"-themed bachelor party on the eve of the couple's corporate coupling. "It was so uncomfortable," tattles the spy. "You had to sign a confidentiality agreement to get in and then you were sent to the penthouse, where they made you get naked." Awkwardly, the guests put their clothing into plastic bags and donned bathrobes. "We sat basically naked in a freezing room for a couple of hours," a partygoer told the tabloid. "At 11:50 p.m., 10 topless girls came out. They were butt-ugly except for two of them who simulated lesbian sex on the bed. Ten people left immediately. It was very uncomfortable." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Let's end this with more great Big Gal Al photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/1600/alaaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Big Gay Al with Aaron Carter. Nuff said.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/alaaron1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/1600/alstripes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aw. Al. It's so painfully obvious.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/alstripes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/1600/alhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What grown black man parts his hair????&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/alhair1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If it wasn't already painfull obvious here is the WORST!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/aldread2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112921639355911379?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112921639355911379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112921639355911379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112921639355911379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112921639355911379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/10/ode-to-my-favorite-couple.html' title='Ode to my favorite couple...'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112913773602290715</id><published>2005-10-12T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T10:14:46.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Hustler????</title><content type='html'>So we all know that Dame Dash has a ghetto version of The Apprentice show on BET called the Ultimate Hustler. Now the show actually isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, but it is still very ghetto and a total copy of The Apprentice, right down to the night-time scenic shots of New York City. But of course like every knock-off there are a few differences. Like the way the Dash fires the contestants, the boardroom in the dining room, and instead of the speakerphone meetings with "The Donald", Dash appears in hologram form. But what ever. My main problem with this show is the title. Because it's called The Ultimate Hustler, these idiots think that means its okay to do ghetto ass shit and pass it off as hustlin'. For example they took all the stuff in the house that was promotional (mostly Armandale Vodka, on a side note has anyone every even seen Armandale in an actual bar?) and tried to sell it on the street in front of the house. They also went out begging for money. Is that even a hustle? And of course the resident negro who takes the opportunity of meeting high-level music exec's and producers to throw dice. Hmmm. Ghetto? Yes. Hustle? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said all of this to emphasize who is actually running the show. Dame Dash, the self-proclaimed ultimate hustler recently split ways with former Rocafella business partner Jay-Z and sold all of his Roc rights. Look what happened when the shit was finally over. &lt;a href="http://www.gawker.com/news/damon-dash/gossip-roundup-damon-dash-just-really-loves-office-furniture-130529.php"&gt;Hustler???&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you really are a hustler. You sure showed Jay-Z. What's he gonna do now without his office furniture? I mean he's only the CEO of Def Jam. How's he gonna survive? Fucking idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier and sorta related note, Michelle Williams, former member of Jay-Z's girfriend's group Beyonce and Dem, is once again looking quite lovely post-DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/michelle1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/michelle2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean how cute is she now. How did she go from looking like shit for 5 good years, to looking awesome in like 1 month. There is something to be said for a stylist who cares about what you look like, and thinks that you are a priority. Never once in her Beyonce and Dem days did she look close to this good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of Beyonce again. Her nephew is about the cutest thing in the world. I mean adorable. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/babysolo22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/babysolo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the blue eyes, and the little baby mohawk!!!! Too Cute!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112913773602290715?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112913773602290715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112913773602290715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112913773602290715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112913773602290715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/10/ultimate-hustler.html' title='Ultimate Hustler????'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112863053475333314</id><published>2005-10-06T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T15:39:57.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A favor to a friend and some fun stuff</title><content type='html'>Okay enough with the serious for a minute. A friend of mine keeps begging me to talk about Mase's new record label, the infamous G-Unit. Now we remember when Murda Mase left Bad Boy to become a pastor. Hey I am all for people finding God. Then he decided to come back and he put out an album that was aieggtt, with no cursing. Good for you Mase. Welcome Back. But now I am a bit confused. G-Unit? As my friend said, maybe he thinks the G in G-Unit is for God. Maybe. Here's what Mase had to say about his new sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I ain't going to be 50," the Harlem native continued about what hi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;s new material is going to sound like. "I ain't gonna be Usher, but right in between."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, what? Usher and 50 could not have a bigger gap between the two. Actual there isn't even a gap because they aren't even close to the same kind of artist. But anyway. On the new G-Unit single 300 Shots, Mase has a verse...listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Put guns in n---as' mouths like, 'Who you dissing?'/ Be a year before they know you was missing/ I pop n---as in the chest, they never breathe again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh what? Excuse Reverend Mase? I'm sorry those don't sound like Christian words to me. How do you justify that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note....I love how conceited rappers are. Like they really have some shit to be proud of or conceited about. What exactly do they feel they have accomplished besides taking black folks back about 100 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Cent thinks he is responsible for all of Kanye West's success....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I feel like Kanye West is successful because of me," he said. "After 50 Cent, [hip-hop fans] was looking for something non-confrontational, and they went after first thing that came along. That was Kanye West, and his record took off."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? I swear I will never fully understand the way some people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time for more fun. I found a website through the crunktastical blog that has a photoshop contest where you change the race of celebrities. Pretty funny stuff. Here are a few faves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/50.jpg?uniq=-ilbcsm"&gt;White 50 ain't so gangsta now.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what race, but is that really &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/aaliyah.jpg?uniq=-ilbcsh"&gt;Aaliyah.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce as a(n) &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/bey%20asian.jpg?uniq=-ilbcr3"&gt;asian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/bey%20white.jpg?uniq=-ilbcqy"&gt;a white girl&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/red%20bey.jpg?uniq=-ilbcnr"&gt;red head.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/blackjulia.jpg?uniq=-ilbcqt"&gt;Julia Roberts.&lt;/a&gt; I think she looks beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/czj.jpg?uniq=-ilbcqe"&gt;Catherine Zeta-Jonse.&lt;/a&gt; Another beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/janet.jpg?uniq=-ilbcpk"&gt;Janet Jackson.&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't she totally look like one of those over-tanned, breast-implanted, wanna be famous, Pam Anderson-type white chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/jenn.jpg?uniq=-ilbcp0"&gt;Jennifer Aniston.&lt;/a&gt; Who looks scarily like Toni Braxton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latin &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/justin.jpg?uniq=-ilbcov"&gt;Justin Timberlake.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/oprah.jpg?uniq=-ilbcnw"&gt;Oprah.&lt;/a&gt; Weird because she actually looks white, but she still looks like Oprah. It's like I swear Oprah may have actually transcended race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eastern Indian &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/smg.jpg?uniq=-ilbcms"&gt;Sarah Michelle Gellar.&lt;/a&gt; I swear this chick goes to my school. No I mean it. I've seen her on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/tyra.jpg?uniq=-ilbcm3"&gt;Tyra.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/halle.jpg?uniq=-ilb2u6"&gt;Halle.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I love this stuff. But I do have one soapbox comment to make. Why is it that the black women on here who are viewed as beautiful by society still look exactly the same when made white? That says a lot, huh? Kinda makes you go hmmm.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112863053475333314?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112863053475333314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112863053475333314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112863053475333314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112863053475333314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/10/favor-to-friend-and-some-fun-stuff.html' title='A favor to a friend and some fun stuff'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112861398523398743</id><published>2005-10-06T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:53:05.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Again WTF!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/1600/cartoon.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/cartoon.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok....So this is sorta funny right? Wrong. This cartoon appeared in the University of Florida's student newspaper &lt;em&gt;The Alligator.&lt;/em&gt; This was written by a white student at the University. Once again how in the hell do these people think that they can just say these things and its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The debate over the cartoon is raging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/florida.htm?uniq=bzxmdr"&gt;More!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my favorite part. &lt;strong&gt;Emily Yehle, the opinion editor for The Alligator...didn't feel that the "N-word" was offensive and that if the cartoon came to her desk again, she would print it again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh???What? I mean for real people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Our plans now are to contact Kanye West and his management and let them know the situation and environment of our campus and see if he would be willing to understand our situation and fight and censor his music or if he doesn't censor he can make an announcement as to why he didn't," says Jean-Louis (Black Student Union President).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish to be there to hear Kanye's explanation for not censoring his music. While that nigga (yes, I said it) can get on my everlasting nerve, he is never one to hold his tongue. I will be disappointed if he doesn't get in that ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112861398523398743?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112861398523398743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112861398523398743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112861398523398743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112861398523398743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/10/again-wtf.html' title='Again WTF!!!!'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112853417961935228</id><published>2005-10-05T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T12:42:59.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok now I didn't want to go and get all serious, and I am sorta embarrassed that I am just finding out about this, but this must be made known to all those like myself that didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Bennett former Education Secretary had this to say on his morning radio talk show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But I do know that it's true that if you wanted to reduce crime, you could, if that were your sole purpose, you could abort every black baby in this country, and your crime rate would go down." He went on to call that "an impossible, ridiculous and morally reprehensible thing to do, but your crime rate would go down. So these far-out, these far-reaching, extensive extrapolations are, I think, tricky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry WTF!!!! How do people think they can say these things and it will be okay. This is further proof that we have come nowhere in this country. NOWHERE!!!! The fact that he could think to form his mouth to say these thing is ludicrous. Who the fuck are the people in this country that think every damn thing is okay. I mean HELLO. Wake the fuck up amerikkka. Are we serious right now? And what is even more sad, there will be no revolution. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112853417961935228?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112853417961935228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112853417961935228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112853417961935228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112853417961935228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/10/wtf.html' title='WTF!!!!'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112843961428637791</id><published>2005-10-04T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:47:53.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Girls</title><content type='html'>Thank you for being a friend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all remember the Golden Girls theme song. But that's not who we are talking about today. Today we are talking about the Hollywood Golden Girls. All the ladies who feel like being brown is just not cool and the only way to make it is by being gold. You may not realize it but we have watched several celebrities go from beautiful brown natural beauties, to golden statues. Wake up people. If you all look the same you aren't all gonna make it. Let's look at the transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beyonce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/bee%20before.jpg?uniq=-chs10w"&gt;Brown&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/bee%20gold.jpg?uniq=-chs10r"&gt;Gold.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Lopez, Judd, Affleck, Anthony, etc...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/jen%20before.jpg?uniq=-chs0zn"&gt;Brown&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/jen%20gold.jpg?uniq=-chs0zi"&gt;Gold.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashanti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/ashanti%20brown.jpg?uniq=-chs11b"&gt;Brown&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/ashanti%20gold.jpg?uniq=-chs116"&gt;Gold.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christian Milian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/milian%20before.jpg?uniq=-chs0z3"&gt;Brown&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/milian%20gold.jpg?uniq=-chs0yy"&gt;Gold.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/ciara%20brown.jpg?uniq=-chs10h"&gt;Brown&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/ciara%20before.jpg?uniq=-chs10m"&gt;Gold.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica Alba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/alba%20before.jpg?uniq=-chs11l"&gt;Brown&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/alba%20gold.jpg?uniq=-chrjd8"&gt;Gold.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shakira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/Shakira%20brown.jpg?uniq=-chrjab"&gt;Brown&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/shakira%20gold.jpg?uniq=-chrja6"&gt;Gold.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to tell everyone out there, It's okay to be brown. Brown is good brown is beautiful. All of these women were just as beautiful brown. Gold is pretty but don't think you have to be gold to be beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112843961428637791?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112843961428637791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112843961428637791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112843961428637791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112843961428637791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/10/golden-girls.html' title='The Golden Girls'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112836236446137109</id><published>2005-10-03T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:14:19.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that smell...</title><content type='html'>What's the deal with everyone launching perfumes....I mean enough already. Some of these people I mean really. Do you think we want to smell like you? Are you even really famous enough to have a perfume? I want to know who are the people pumping their heads up. "Oooo. You should definitely have your own perfume. There is such a huge market of people who want to smell like you." Yeah, right. Well here we go. The perfume names are in &lt;strong&gt;bold.&lt;/strong&gt; And the names are about just as bad as the D-list celebrity endorsements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/ashanti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Precious Jewel"&lt;/strong&gt; I mean who wants to smell like Ashanti? Does it look like Ashanti smells good? This is a girl who doesn't even fully understand grooming. I mean those sideburns. She thought that shit was hot. Imagine how she smells. C'mon, man. Puh-lease.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/kimora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Baby Phat Goddess"&lt;/strong&gt; Kimora? I mean what else is she besides Russell Simmons wife? I know she has her own line, but I seriously don't know one single person who owns anything Baby Phat. I don't think I even know one person who would consider buying Baby Phat. This from a woman who still thinks animal print is hot. NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/raven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally Raven Symone. &lt;strong&gt;"That's So Raven"&lt;/strong&gt; Now this is going to be harsh. I'm sorry. But who is going to but perfume from a fat 15 year-old. Nobody wants to smell like a fat girl. Nobody. Not even the 5 year olds that watch her show. Now don't get me wrong. The girl is talented, but perfume, I think not. Sigh. I really didn't want to have to go there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Other small bits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* This &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/jean.jpg?uniq=-cidq6y"&gt;woman&lt;/a&gt; (Wyclef Jean's wife Marie) is supposed to be a fashion designer. Uh, hello? There is nothing more to say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* What is the deal, with famous younger sisters looking a hot &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/ashlee%20simpson.jpg?uniq=-cidq7i"&gt;mess.&lt;/a&gt; Why can't they at least try to look like their fabu older sis'. I mean I understand you wanting to distinguish yourself, but ah...Looking a mess is not the way to do it. Everyone knows the other &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/solo.jpeg?uniq=-cidglv"&gt;lil sis&lt;/a&gt; I am alluding to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* When is Star Jones going to &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/star.jpg?uniq=-cidglq"&gt;wake up.&lt;/a&gt; First of all someone needs to tell her that after like the age of 5, your dreams of being a princess are over. I mean for real. Then once again, someone please tell her that her husband is gay. This weekend they went and saw his brother ship off. Looks like &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/star3.jpg?uniq=-cidglg"&gt;Star&lt;/a&gt; married the wrong &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/star2.jpg?uniq=-cidgll"&gt;brother.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Looks like ANTM Eva Pigford, contrary to many rumors, may not be gay after all. She's been spotted at several events with actor &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/eva.jpg?uniq=-cidgn9"&gt;Henry Simmons&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/eva2.jpg?uniq=bybj0f"&gt;NYPD Blue fame.&lt;/a&gt; Not a bad pick up at all. But I am not digging the extra short hair on Eva. Makes her face look fat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for today....Enjoy!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112836236446137109?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112836236446137109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112836236446137109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112836236446137109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112836236446137109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/10/whats-that-smell.html' title='What&apos;s that smell...'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112800609714563972</id><published>2005-09-29T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:28:22.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Next Top WHAT???</title><content type='html'>So I like most other young twenty-something females in the country was obsessed with this show. I truly believe deep down every woman wants to be a model, wants to be beautiful, wants to be envied by her peers. It's just natural, so let's just admit it. So surely when Tyra Banks came up with this idea it was gold, solid gold. Let's take regular beautiful young women, mold and shape them a bit and create the next big thing. Sounds easy enough. Well Tyra should have known better especially having been in the industry. That industry does not like change, does not really like color, and doesn't like models over 17. So Tyra now has a hit show on UPN (blecchhh!!!) that basically serves no real purpose. Sure it's fun to watch and the drama is good. But a model maker she is not. So let's just see how our ANTM look and what they have done since becoming ANTM. Besides guest starring on some other lame UPN show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season 1 Winner -- Adrianne Curry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/adrianne%20now.jpg?uniq=-eyoba4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/adrianne.jpg?uniq=-mpzp45"&gt;Before&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/adrianne%20now.jpg?uniq=-mpzp4a"&gt;Now.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now Adrianne looks better I will give Tyra that. But this poor girl was supposed to get a Revlon contract totally fell through. She is know not known as a model but as a reality tv show participant. I hesitate to use the word star. Since ANTM she has been on VH1's the Surreal Life, a show about has-been's and now has her own spin-off called My Fair Brady, which is about her life dating Christopher Knight aka Peter Brady from the Brady bunch. Not quite Top Model....but hey that was season 1, Tyra was still learning and footing the bill for most of the production costs, let's see how much better it got in Season 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season 2 Winner -- Yoanna House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/yoanna%20preshow.jpg?uniq=-mpzp2h"&gt;Before&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/yoanna%20now.jpg?uniq=-mpzp2m"&gt;Now.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay so Yoanna never really got it together. Beautiful face. Totally symmetrical. But past that much to be desired. I will say though I think she was way more into fashion than she was into modeling. She has actually scored big, by becoming the host of "The Look for Less" on the Style Network. But it's still not modeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season 3 Winner -- Eva Pigford&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/eva%20preshow.jpg?uniq=-mpzp3v"&gt;Before&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/eva%20now.jpg?uniq=-mpzp40"&gt;Now.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Eva is arguably the most successful winner of ANTM. Sadly none of her success had been as a model. Well not really. Now she did get booked with CoverGirl for another campaign. Eyelashes. And that is sorta a big deal. But mostly she's just been working red carpets and doing a little hosting here and there. She also looks even better post ANTM. But isnt this sad that she is the most succesful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season 4 Winner -- Naima Mora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/naima%20preshow.jpg?uniq=-mpzp3b"&gt;Before&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/naima%20now.jpg?uniq=-mpzp3g"&gt;Now.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now this is just shameful. Somehow this show and Tyra managed to suck out al l the coolness and beauty Naima had. Ever pic I have seen of this chick post show has been pathetic. Absolutely horrible. She was my favorite at the start. Now she is just blech!!! Oh yeah and she has done absolutely NOTHING!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This show is a sham. No one that has won has done anything remotely close to real modeling. A lot of the other contestants have done well, mostly Ann and Toccara from Season 3,but the rest is just a farce. I guess its true. If these girls were going to really be models someone would have discovered them by now. Not to mention the days of the supermodel are over. Tyra can't even get a job. Figures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112800609714563972?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112800609714563972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112800609714563972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112800609714563972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112800609714563972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/09/americas-next-top-what.html' title='America&apos;s Next Top WHAT???'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112793353026140482</id><published>2005-09-28T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:21:10.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I WAS going to stay out of this one but...</title><content type='html'>Okay so this is kinda old and tired but I couldn't resist. Shar Jackson. WTFIU??? That means what the fuck is up? Damn girl. You makin white trash Britney look good. Please. Something...A stylist? Shit, at least get yo weave fixed. Damn. Proof &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/shar.jpg?uniq=-uxm20y"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/shar2.jpg?uniq=-uxm20t"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/shar3.jpg?uniq=-uxlt9r"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/kmr/shar4.jpg?uniq=-uxlt9m"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what this chick looks like at actual events. These are not paparazzi photos of her running to the store to get pampers. This bitch is smiling like she thinks she looks cute. Damn at leasr Britney is like not even trying. She is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to make matters much worse, this girl has 4 kids. Y'all 4. &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/ohnotheydidnt/3330458.html"&gt;Shar Jackson and her four kids.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she is so very proud of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has it bothered me that I'm described as a "baby mama"? Let me answer that the best way I can: Hell, yeah! You know, I could've sworn I've been an actress since I was 3 years old, and yet I'm Britney Spears's husband's baby mama.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m1264/is_9_35/ai_n8585604"&gt;more.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, ya know Shar, I am really sorry she took your man and all, and was he really even your's if he was for the taking, but that's a whole 'nother story. But, uh, yeah, uh you were on like, Moesha, like a supporting role, like the show with Brandy. Like on UPN. Uh, yeah she's Britney Spears. I don't like her, but she's freakin' Britney Spears. Sorry,ma. You ARE Britney Spears's husband's baby's mama.Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she claims that it's her fault Kevin left her.&lt;a href="http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/celebrity/33592004.htm"&gt;uh, what?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this girl has got issues on so many levels. I swear Hollywood must be a different world because no one there seems to have any common sense or self respect. DAMN GIRL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112793353026140482?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112793353026140482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112793353026140482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112793353026140482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112793353026140482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-i-was-going-to-stay-out-of-this-one.html' title='So I WAS going to stay out of this one but...'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112784542859685722</id><published>2005-09-27T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T13:23:48.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember what I said about Zoe???</title><content type='html'>Well a little while ago I made the comment that little baby Spears-Federline should look up to young Zoe Kravitz, for making it out of a womb that had no hope...Let's just hope little Spederline doesn't look up to lil' miss Bobbi....no chance in hell... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/1600/bobbi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/bobbi.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how her parents encourage her....Drink more baby...yeah that's it....gurl, I swear you are jus like yo' daddy....aw that's my baby gurl, jus like her mama....no chance...no chance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112784542859685722?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112784542859685722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112784542859685722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112784542859685722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112784542859685722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/09/remember-what-i-said-about-zoe.html' title='Remember what I said about Zoe???'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112783198412140437</id><published>2005-09-27T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T10:23:17.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bits</title><content type='html'>Okay so this has got to be about one of the weirdest stories I have ever heard. And weird on so many different levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In one of the more bizarre accounts of artist/fan interactions, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony's Layzie Bone almost lost a finger on Saturday when an irate fan tried to bite it off during a scuffle.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1510378/20050926/bone_thugs_n_harmony.jhtml?headlines=true"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this "fan," and I put fan in quotes because does Bone Thugs still really have fans, tried to bite off dude's finger. Huh? Cause they cancelled the concert? I really don't even know what else to say. I am really totally lost for words. Bone Thugs has fans? Not to mention they were staying at a Holiday Inn Express. Bone Thugs is recording an album? Huh? What? That's it I'm through. I have nothing else. Like I said it's just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On another "weird" note....Signs that the apocalypse is approaching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/gossip/53162.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suge Knight wants to coach football&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so does he think like life is a movie script or something? He wants to coach gangsta's? Uh well, correct me if I am wrong but don't you have to be in somebody's school to play football? And he wants to coach college football? Uh whose parents are going to trust their children to Suge Knight? I know I am going to sign my kids up first!!!! Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112783198412140437?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112783198412140437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112783198412140437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112783198412140437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112783198412140437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/09/little-bits.html' title='Little Bits'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112776805816088453</id><published>2005-09-26T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T16:04:59.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous women...lame ass dudes????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why do these beautiful women pick short, shrimpy, way below their level, cheesyass dudes….This is like the black women’s version of the white girl….You fine, smart, driven successful black men want to date white women…that’s fine we got something for that ass…lame ass short dudes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/ciara.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ciara and BowWow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/janet.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Janet and Jermaine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* Okay he may not be totally lame, but he is rather unfortunate looking...damn Janet!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/eisha.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eishia and Usher*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Now he used to not be lame, but now he official is....damn Usher go AWAY&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/jessica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jessica and John*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Now as of yet he is not lame, but and this is a BIG BUT....I think he might fall under the same category as Star Jones' husband Al Reynolds....if you know what I mean. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/brooke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brooke and Kanye*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;* I don't even know who Kanye's girl is. A google search turns up some 8-year old white girl from Arkansas who won a Piggie pagent. But either way it's a safe bet that this Brooke is way outta Kanye's league. Kanye is lame in disguise as cool. Just go back to college and get it over with. Damn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112776805816088453?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112776805816088453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112776805816088453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112776805816088453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112776805816088453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/09/fabulous-womenlame-ass-dudes.html' title='Fabulous women...lame ass dudes????'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112775463476906727</id><published>2005-09-26T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T12:31:08.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I said...That bitch Rita</title><content type='html'>Ahh Rita. What a simple ass bitch you are...causing all that drama about nothing. Just like a hoodrat, raising hell, trying to get everyone to look your way, begging for all the attention and for what absolutely nothing. At least your girl Trina backed that shit up. Like a lame ass D-list celebrity, kinda like Omarosa. Anyway now that the bullshit is done, let's get back to the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/thr/film/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1001180599"&gt;YingYang&lt;/a&gt;. How is this shit allowed to happen. How do these fools get movie deals. Huh? We as blacks are excellent at portaying ourselves for the fool. Viagra falls? Please somebody save us, cuz obviously we can't save ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'Angelo is not having a good year. First &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1495766/01122005/d_angelo.jhtml"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt; And now &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/thr/music/brief_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=1001180901"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;  Let's just hope he learned his lesson the first time and that his recent accident had nothing to do with him being under the influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i got for today. Sorry about the briefness, but ain't shit happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112775463476906727?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112775463476906727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112775463476906727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112775463476906727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112775463476906727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/09/like-i-saidthat-bitch-rita.html' title='Like I said...That bitch Rita'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112744674613626530</id><published>2005-09-22T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T22:39:06.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That bitch Rita....</title><content type='html'>I hate to get all serious, but this is to all my friends and family in H-town and still trying to get out. I love you. Stay strong. We'll make it. We don't have levees. I love you. I love you. I love you. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/rita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112744674613626530?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112744674613626530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112744674613626530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112744674613626530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112744674613626530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/09/that-bitch-rita.html' title='That bitch Rita....'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112722887591618208</id><published>2005-09-20T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T10:11:17.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not feeling very inspired</title><content type='html'>I am not feeling very inspired today. The pop culture world seems to be taking a little bit of a break, after Katrina Relief, Fashion Week and the Emmy's. Or could it be that we are all in a state of shock and mourning over Lil' Kim's recent departure to federal prison. That's right folks federal. Well at least she arrived in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/lil%20kim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep. She arrived to prison in a tour bus. I mean c'mon on. I would want to at least start to simulate my new surroundings. Talk about culture shock. Boy is she going to be surprised. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past weekend Naomi Campbell held a benefit for Katrina victims called Fashion Relief. I am guessing the proceeds went to the vicitims of the hurricane. She had her celebrity friends strut down the catwalk in efforts to help raise money. Rumor has it Beyonce was pissed because she was scheduled to walk in the middle of the show. Either way she looked fabulous. Damn why does she always have to look so good. I could use more bad Beyonce moments. Perfection is annoying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/bee1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112722887591618208?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112722887591618208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112722887591618208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112722887591618208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112722887591618208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-feeling-very-inspired.html' title='Not feeling very inspired'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112714932610184858</id><published>2005-09-19T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:12:03.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emmy's</title><content type='html'>So yesterday Hollywood got together and kissed each other's asses for a good 4 hours...not to mention the pre-parties, red carpet and after-parties. I couldn't even watch it because it was soooooo boring. It's kinda sad that everyone watches TV but no one gives a damn about the Emmy's. They are a distant third in the award show category. Even boring Oscar gets more play than lame ass Emmy. Plus there are no black people on TV anyway, well at least no black people that would get nominated or even invited to the Emmy's. No UPN and BET do not count. Well anyway here are some special little treats from this weekend. Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ah yes...here we go again in the bizzaro world of Al and Star...aren't they just precious. Living in their own little dream land, where no one knows the truth. So sad how people can be so out of touch with reality. Oh and yes they are both wearing velvet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/alandstar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Once again here she is looking gorgeous, even though I am not a fan of the long straight hair. Halle was not a big winner at the awards, but she was on the red carpet last night. Go gurl!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/halle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So by now we've all heard about Karrine Steffans and her slutty-ass book, Confessions of a Video Vixen. Why you would want to write a book about being a total slut is beyond me, but whatever, to each his own. But, did you know that the sexually-talented Ms. Steffans is dating the hilariously smart Bill Maher? Now I can't decide whether to give her props for picking such a funny smart dude, or totally downgrade him for wifin' up a whore? Anyway here's a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/karrine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, now Holly Robinson Peete has had like 15 of Rodney Peete's babies...How in the hell does she still look this good.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/holly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The leopard print is very appropriate since she produces litters like a damn cat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does Macy Gray keep getting invited to shit. What the hell has she done besides write bad music and wear bad clothing, hell I can do that. And now how in the hell did she pull this dude? Shaza Zulu from "A Different World." Macy must be working with something?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/macy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Omarosa of Apprentice fame has really managed to stretch her 15 min. And I mean stretch. No other reality show contestant has seen the benefits of bad television like Ms. Manigault-Stallworth. Well accept for Elizabeth Hasselbeck of ABC's "The View." Now as much as I can't stand Elizabeth at least she has a job and she does something. What does Omarosa do besides appear in more and more reality TV shows. Well now she has found some more rich white people to latch on to. Paris and Nikki better watch out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/omarasa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why is it that everyone in Hollywood looks the same? First there is the golden circle of Beyonce, Ciara, Christina Milian, Ashanti, J. Lo, Jessica Alba, etc. And then there is the anorexic brigade. Doesn't Nicole Richie look just like her anorexic twin Brittney Murphy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/richie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally I am no fashion stylist nor do I claim to be. But you have to wonder sometimes who these people hire to help them out? If your skin is white, it's probably not a good thing for your hair to be even lighter. Sigh. If everyone would just listen to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/xtina2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112714932610184858?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112714932610184858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112714932610184858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112714932610184858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112714932610184858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/09/emmys.html' title='The Emmy&apos;s'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112690637372817404</id><published>2005-09-16T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T16:32:53.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Whitney</title><content type='html'>Remember when???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/pretty%20whitney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awwww....look at our pretty little Whitney...before all the drama, all the Bobby, all the crack...Our government should issues these following pictures if the really are serious about the war on drugs. D.A.R.E to keep a kid of drugs, D.A.R.E. to keep a kid off dope. Damn, Whitney. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/1600/crackwhitney1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/crackwhitney1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/1600/crack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/crack2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112690637372817404?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112690637372817404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112690637372817404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112690637372817404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112690637372817404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/09/chronicles-of-whitney.html' title='The Chronicles of Whitney'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112690569622124475</id><published>2005-09-16T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T16:22:45.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some interesting things I found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/1600/coltrane22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/coltrane2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/1600/coltrane21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/1600/coltrane2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this dude is supposed&lt;br /&gt;to be the stylist for MTV....uh hello? Uh, sorry no, I don't think so. If this dude ever came towards me with the thought of telling me what to wear...well let's just say thank God my momma taught me how to act, cuz I might just show my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/400/mallika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Is it just me or is this chick like the perfect love child of Alicia Keys and Halle Berry? Her name is Mallika Sherawat...she's an Indian actress...crazy huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112690569622124475?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112690569622124475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112690569622124475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112690569622124475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112690569622124475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-interesting-things-i-found.html' title='Some interesting things I found'/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16813614.post-112690085470989080</id><published>2005-09-16T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:01:35.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Okay so I was slacking yesterday. Here’s yesterday’s news…&lt;br /&gt;Could this be…would Star allow this…Star Jones is letting her husband sit next to another woman? No need to worry Star. It seems everyone knows but you. Big Al is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/1600/al23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/al23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further proof…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/al.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this be our least favorite DC member actually looking cute. Now is she actually looking cute because she’s not standing next to Beyonce and Kelly? Or is she looking cute because she actually got to pick her own clothes and was not subject to the scraps of glitter, sequins and lace Tina Knowles had leftover after dressing the other two? Or is she looking cute because she is actually totally relieved that she no longer has to deal with all the bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/michelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally with the recent birth of “The child that had no chance” Spears, here’s hope. This girl should have never made it this far. With a half-white, half-jewish, half-black dad, a crazed full cracked out mother she was far behind the rest. Here’s to you Zoe Kravitz, show that little Spears that it’s possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3608/1606/320/zoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16813614-112690085470989080?l=kelmrob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/feeds/112690085470989080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16813614&amp;postID=112690085470989080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112690085470989080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16813614/posts/default/112690085470989080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelmrob.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-so-i-was-slacking-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>K &amp;amp; B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07685555718957811152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
