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If you are not aware as of yet, Conan is leaving late night and is now moving up to the big leagues known as the Tonight Show. Jay Leno announced on the Tonight show in 2008 that he was leaving his post and publicly named Conan O’Brien to be his successor in 2009. It was quite a surprise to many that the news came so soon but it couldn’t be any better time as it lets us anticipate on what is on store for the future of night time talk shows.
February 21st, 2009 is the end of an era for late night and a dawn of a new beginning for Conan O’Brien as he leaves New York and heads off to Los Angeles to host the Tonight Show which will premiere June 1st, 2009. There are notions from the Tonight Show purists that Conan O’Brien’s comedic antics would not fly at the 11:30pm crowd but I beg to differ mightily. Conan’s a comedic genius because he’s always been able to take risks with his comedy and it has paid off handsomly if you’re up to date on the latest in news and gossip. Conan’s brand of comedy is unconventional but this is what make’s him unique to his character. His outlandish random behaviour makes it cool to be different from the rest and because of this he will now be able to thrive to a much larger audience and has a great chance of being more popular than ever.
All I need to say is, 16 years of comedic gold is what I would describe Conan’s run on his show Late night with Conan O’Brien and hope he stays on at the Tonight Show for the next 16 years if not longer.
I’ll leave you now with a clip of Conan’s farewell tribute. Enjoy as much as I do.
DB
Another two hours (*checks watch* yikes it’s 12:54am) put in tonight putting on the finishing touches. I think I’m done editing the brainstormed points I wanted to include. It made me think about the things I wrote down and I have to say I miss my little buddy “A”. I just hope the audience appreciates what was written. *crosses fingers*
On tap for tomorrow: Got to wake up early and meet a friend for brunch. Oh boy this will be a tough task waking up before 10:00am. Still don’t have a venue so need to make an early call as well and finalize plans.
After chilling, I get to run my errands at the bank and go to the grocery store and stock up on this weeks sale items!
Day off from the Y until Saturday.
Get to watch Nip/Tuck and Lie to Me, watch any basketball games on tv and call it a day.
I hope I can fall asleep in a timely manner tonight *crosses fingers*.
Goodnight
DB
A friend of mine forwarded me one of those Facebook notes on some random things about themselves. I figured I haven’t done one of these in years and it would be kinda cool to see what kind of random things I can write about. It’s taken some time to think about what to share and what to write but suffice to say I’m just over half way done.
It’s 4:45 am right now and I’m going to call it a night at number 16 and work on it some more tomorrow. It’s time for me to hit the sack *yawns*.
Goodnight
DB
“Swish” is the sexy sound when a basketball perfectly goes through the net. It’s what we love to hear when we put up a jump shot especially from long range at the buzzer for the win.
My local “Y” is where I go when I need to put some shots up and just work on my overall game. It’s where I go when I look for some good competition, meet new company but most importantly it’s also a place where I can feel at peace with the world. The basketball court will forever be my place of solitude.
But what pisses me off are some of the bad apples who play ball and think just because of my skin colour you need/have to respect me and my game. A couple of days ago, I was watching this team play waiting for my run to come on and ball. When it was finally our turn, the guy who was guarding me had no respect whatsoever. Maybe because I’m not 6 feet and over, maybe because I’m 145 pounds soaking wet or maybe I’m just not “one of them”. Be that as it may the dude didn’t know me, has never met me, or even know if I can ball or not. This guy was looking at me as if I’m basketball challenged and I have no place on the court. So I thought to myself, “alright that’s cool, I relish it when ignorant people underestimate me”. It’s not like it hasn’t before and isn’t something I haven’t overcome in my life. I just got to make this dude look stupid and stupid is what he will look like when he’s finished guarding me. As the game goes on and I have the ball at the top of the key. This guy who’s suppose to guard me turns his back on me and leaves me wide open. Talk about disrespect! If that’s how you want to play you might as well not be on the court and waste your time.
But to be honest, him underestimating me wasn’t what irritated me. It was when he had the ball and drove to the basket and would call these cheap ticky tack fouls. Let me put this in to context, I probably had a good four inches in height advantage. Even though I’m not athletically gifted, I do know my fundamentals when it comes to defending. When this dude went up for his layup attempt, I just stood there with my hands straight up in the air (space that I’m entitled to vertically) and he called foul. Right then and there, I knew that this dude has nothing on me. He can’t shoot over me or he can’t drive passed me and finish. But this dude was ever so relentless trying to go through me to the basket with each time him calling those cheap fouls. At this point what was pretty funny to me is that each time this dude called foul on me everyone on the court (including his teammates) started getting irritated with his actions as it slows the pace of the game down dramatically. I laughed on the inside. The dude then threatened to elbow me next time he drives to the hoop. I laughed some more on the inside and thought “geese what are you trying to prove here?”.
We ended up winning the game 9-0 in less then five minutes it seems. Normally the losing team would have to sit off, but since it was so quick they wanted a rematch. Which we reluctantly granted because it’s not proper basketball etiquette to do when other teams are waiting to play. Half way through our second game the dude who was being a prick decided to quit. Not the team, just him! Dude called in another guy to sub in for him. What a guy eh? You have no respect for me, you slow down and ruin the pace of a pickup game, you threaten to hurt me with an elbow and now your just quitting?! I guess deep down I was happy for a couple reasons. First I don’t have to worry about getting injured and secondly I proved him stupid in front of his peers. That’s right quit and do your wind sprints on the sidelines. 
The game of basketball has gone global and I don’t need to list the amount of players playing in the NBA from all over the world. All you need is a ball and a hoop and your good to go. So the moral of my story is pretty simple. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover because if you do and you meet me on the ball court you will hear that sexy sound from long range all day dropping on your head and that’s a promise.
DB
I was thinking of what to blog about tonight until my phone rang. I swiped my iPhone and said “hello” as per a normal human being would do. Too bad the not so normal human being on the other end decided not to say anything in return and just hung up the phone!
One of the most irritating thing in the world is getting a call from a blocked number. Whoever came up with the idea to block phone numbers from being shown on a call display is an idiot. Also the person who uses this so called “feature” is nothing more then a lowly coward. Well, a coward if they call with the number blocked and when the person they call answers the phone they don’t say anything but hang up. Who does that?!
Okay, I suppose you could recommend just not picking up these blocked callers when they bother you. But I normally take each call as if they dialed my number they need to get a hold of me. What if it was an emergency? Like a hospital landline (or something similar like the government) which I could understand them having there phone number blocked. Secondly, I have a close friend who calls from a blocked number so it’s tough knowing if that friend is the one calling or some nut job who just happened to dial my digits.
Since now were living in The Obama era and were talking about change here. I think I’ll do some changing of my own like not picking up any blocked numbers. If that caller needs to get in contact with me, hopefully they realize to call me from a recgonizable number! So here’s to change in 2009! Thanks Mr. President.
With an underwhelming NBA All Star Game (the whole weekend for that matter was pretty blah) with the West winning in a landslide, The Big Jabbawockee started the night off just right with his introduction. Shaquille O’Neal aka The Big Cactus aka The Big Aristotle aka Superman shows us why he’s the biggest figure in sports today with his uncanny ability to entertain us. Every time I see this clip of him dancing with the JabbaWockeez (The best Dance Crew I’ve ever seen!) it gives me goosebumps! Thanks Shaq for making the All Star Game bearable to watch.
Hey everyone, my name is Dizzle Black and welcome to my blog. My blog will be an outlet to my raw emotion and thoughts that I want to express. Whether you agree or disagree is your perogative. So keep dropping by in the future and weigh in with your comments whether good or bad and we’ll go from there. Peace!
