Monday, April 10, 2006

The truth about ALiENs




Hello. I wanted to take this opportunity to talk to you about the aliens. It's true. Aliens have actually come to our planet, they have settled here, and they are living among us, unseen.
Look down at your keyboard, at your hands. Especially, notice the smallest finger on your hands. No! Don't stare! Just kind of...glance.

Notice how your pinky finger is noticably shorter than the others, and how much weaker it is than the others? It's almost like it really shouldn't be there. The truth is...it shouldn'tbe there.

Sometime in the past-- I don't know when-- aliens from somewhere else, albeit very small aliens, decided to colonize our planet. Sometime, somehow, they infiltrated our homes, and attached themselves to some of our normally four-fingered (well, with 3 fingers and a thumb) hands. Notice I said "some" of our hands. There is no way that they could arrive in sufficient numbers to attach to each one of us. So, with their advanced knowledge of biology, they cloned "dummy" pinkies for the other hands. One can easily tell the "dummy" pinkies, via a series of tests--most of which involve repeated forceful testing with a 10 lb sledghammer--but I cannot divulge those details here. To do so could cause a wholesale panic, untold carnage, and millions--no,billions, of crushed fingers. After all, no one said that everyone who uses the internet is intelligent. I don't say it, that's for sure.

They (the aliens) come from a planet that is somewhat darker than ours, and they long for the moist, darkened caves of their home. That is why, when you are driving, and stuck in traffic, you constantly see them darting for cover. It only looks like those other folks are picking their noses. But I, and now, you know the truth. It is the aliens running for whatever shelter they can find. The moist darkness that they call home.

I call these aliens "phalangoids". Some time ago, another man, of Asian descent, happened to be in a situation where a new life-form was discovered. He made two astute observations. One was that if you discover a new creature you have to name it. The other was that a name with "oids" on the end was a good one. Not long after making these observations, he met his death; due, in fact, to one of the new creatures dragging him screaming through a hole in the floor. So, "phalangoids" is what the aliens are.

Oh, sure, you might say that other creatures have 5 digits on their extremities. And, there is the fossil record. BAH! They've falsified the fossil record, killing untold thousands of creatures and burying them in stone with their amazing alien technology. What about radioactive dating with trace elements? BAH! I say again, BAH!, and, BAH! (no offence to any sheep out there). This same technology allows them to plant radioactive trace elements within the stone to make them seem like they are billions of years old. But they aren't. And, as far as the supposed relationships to other creatures are concerned...they cloned these creatures with an extra digit to further hide evidence of their arrival.

Since they have infiltrated all strata of our population; they control the media, science, AND religion. They are constantly communicating with each other, right under our noses. Now, with the advent of the internet (their invention), they communicate with alarming ease. Think of all those typos you make while you are emailing, or instant messaging, playing MST3K's "Caption This", or "chatting" online. Those aren't typos.

Those are communications in their encrypted alien text.

Certain skeptics might be wondering if this is true, how can I be typing this now? A childhood injury to my hand, where I was cut deeply, evidently weakened the control one of my host aliens has over me. This allows me the freedom of thought to investigate these matters.

Certain other skeptics have asked-and it is a good question-how I could know some of this information. All of us are familiar with the "pins and needles" sensation of one of our limbs "falling asleep". This can happen from lack of circulation, or, from irritation or maybe damage to the nerves in the limb. When I injured my hand, evidently I damaged some of the nerves. So, sometimes my pinky gets that "prickly feeling" of falling asleep. This happens occasionally. This is not uncommon. Limbs fall asleep all the time. But, my pinky talks in its sleep.

So, now you also know the truth. I reckon that this public exposure of their secret efforts was as good an event as any to open my new web domain. Now that I've told you about their amazing technological advancement, you can guess what else they're capable of. So, of course, you must be asking the question: "If they have this much power, why didn't they just invade Earth and take over everything?"

In answer, I can only say this:

How the hell should I know? I'm not a damn alien!

Friday, March 17, 2006

Artistik Visual Candy









Well, due to a lot of work,yes i do Well, due to a lot of work,yes i dowork(sometimes) i have been unable to post anything in the last few days but brace your self coz, I'm back with candy for your eyes.During my numerous wonderings in my beloved country i have taken snaps of particular interest and am willing to showcase them.Like it or not :It's ART.

Enjoy!

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Technical Aspect

It seems that all our lives revolves around machines simplifying what could still(in some cases must) be done by us,the human race. Yes, the technically technical machines do help, ease the load of human intervention, save time which is indeed money(lost of it) and to some extent take away our jobs. I find it very pleasing when these applications seamlessly put us in touch with our loved ones,they close that distance in a matter on rings...

I consider myself,well,technically astute and what interests me most is the "Middleware" or to be politically correct, the API (Application Program[ing] Interface). This is one,in my opinion, most imperative component of our technology stack.Layman's terms:

Take 2 cellphones. Cell-A makes the call to Cell-B,what transpires after u press the green (dial) button,the API kicks in.The reason they call it middleware is that it sits between the "Hardware"(our case, cellphones).The Cell-A's API will execute scripts that inter alia,checks if you have money,where u calling from,who you want to call and so forth,all this happens against a Server/Host(in our case, the big-mean monsterous super computer that holds everyones details,cell details that is. The mean monster,if happy of the conditions met, will route your call to Cell-B and (CLI)caller line identification come into place,simply put, tells Cell-B that Cell-A is calling.

When this technology fails, our worlds tend to grind backwards.We are over-dependent on them that without it, the results are cataclysmic!

I just had my fair share of technicall-irregularities today and was in a not so tech-friendly mood. I believe i was fine before i knew how it works,now that it doesnt want to work(mostly often) when i know how it works,pisses me off.

for now, i need to have a drag of my siggy,which by the way were made by machines with API in 'em.

Laters

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Eternal Link


Funny how we meet people and for ages to come they still have an impact in our lives, even when you haven't seen or spoken to them in many moons. For instance take my friend Ras Tafari, we haven't spoken or seen each other for ages but when my phone rang this morning and it was Ras on the other end, i knew today is a good day indeed. Around 08H45 this morning i got a call from Lazzara Leecher to inform me that my asset is ready for the taking,splendid! i thought to myself. What a great start to the day,to add more vodka to the magharita, Ras called as if the universe was on my dial. This is one of the very few people that i shared my life with and with their influence shaped the kind of person i am today. The eternal link i have with Ras Tafari is one that can't be quantified in any monetary terms, it's like we were made to meet and be friends.

A lot has come and gone between us but one thing that remains constant is our understanding of each other and our trully blessed friendship.If i ever had to choose a friend again, Ras would the one.1Love Ras,keep the fire burning..Babylon mus' gwan down.Irie still.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Missy Elliot in South Africa




As per promise made, below are the pix of Missy when she came thru to club WhooZoo in Midrand,Jozi. It was a normal tuesday night, the club packed with a crowd of +300 strong crunlzillas.She came,we saw and it was all over and back to work for some of us who left at 05H30 in the mo'. Honestly she's not your prolifc rapper in terms of verse delivery but she compensates that with her dancers, hard-hitting club beats and he personna which i recently don't hold in the highest regard since checking out her "Road to Stardom with Missy" reality show. She got it right on one of her songs that she's a b***ch!,Anywhoo,enjoy the pix. "

Once Upon A POET!

here's a lil sumin' i wrote 3-4 yrs ago, it was actually a hiphop track and i cut it short to make a poem.. and the other one i just felt like taking ish of my chest,yes,we do get high and say strange thingz..enjoy!

Life Could Never Be Another Jail

Life could never be another jail
Leaving me sad and pale
Wish I could rewind the days
Change the decision I made
I'm caught up in a situation
Contemplating on the next move
I should be making
Need to change course in my direction
Escape this sick repetition
Life could never be another jail
Got a thousand things to say In love triangles
Peeps are left dazed in tangles
Leave space for when things dismantles
As it aint roses and gloom
When emptiness fills the room
Free your dome Needless to say
We craft our own ways
Our thoughts determines how we play
As Life could never be another jail.


Copyright ©2006 BlackModz
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Someday

Someday i know it'll end
all the pain,suffering,the struggle
but today i need to make ammends
Someday it'll burst,my bubble
with eyes wide open i wait
eagerly hoping i wont be late
Someday all this will turn
to joy,success,love,oneness with
the universe,provoke me to write
a verse my thoughts i'll disperse
Someday comes after some days
here today gone tomorrow
leaving me in sorrow
Maybe someday is just another day
Today is the day to enjoy life
Accept the food on my platter
But it needs to get better
Empty soul full of hope
Darkness cant rule my life
All will be revealed....someday


Copyright ©2006 BlackModz

Friday Nyte- 03-03-2006

on friday i went to some live hiphop gig at Baseline,Newtown and it was off the hinges. There were live perfomances from Bongo Maffin and HipHop Pantsula.Man!! did they rok!

Well see pix below.Enjoy. Watch out for my Missy Elliot pix when she was down here in Jozi,South Africa....



It was a night to remember as we experienced the making of our own "the Roots" band in Mzansi.(South Africa).a 9 piece band was on fire with at least 6 women,my favourite,BigMama was stringing the Base guitar.mother!!!






Tuesday, March 07, 2006

It's ALIVE !!!

Well, it was definately about time to get my thoughts dispersed online.. my woman has been nagging me to get it up and running.Well,there it is! This is one cyber-mental space where the only rules are : there aint no rules and he who abides by the rules,is some fool.

For now i'm gonna light up and think of outta space technologies that might not be beneficial to us.

ps:by the way...it's good to be alive