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Mario fans, I just came across a pretty cool looking Super Mario Galaxy wallpaper and I wanted to share it with you.

The Super Mario Galaxy wallpaper was found here: www.gamewallpapers.com
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Its down to the final 3 and the lame inventions and their makers have been kicked out of the ring. I must admit that I haven’t been following the show fully, but I have been keeping tabs on what’s going on.

Here are the last three that America had a chance to vote on last night:

Elaine Cato, a realtor from Tennessee, describes her 6-In-1 Convertible Brassiere invention as, “A convertible brassiere that accommodates the full wardrobe of small frame women with a “C” cup or above. This is a traditional brassiere that converts into six configurations and affords the full back to be exposed with comfort because there is no mid-section and it can be worn with full wardrobe.”

Gregg Chavez, a firefighter from Camarillo, California, describes his Guardian Angel invention as, “A small, pressurized tank of water, disguised as a Christmas package, that is placed under the Christmas tree and attached to a small hose leading to the top of the tree where a fusible link is disguised as an angel. The heat from a fire pops the link and water suppresses the fire. There is also an alarm that works without a battery&intended to suppress (not fully extinguish) a Christmas tree fire and sound an alarm to get people out of the house alive.”

Ricky DeRennaux, a school-teacher from Oklahoma, describes his Custom Build Racers invention as, “The design and fabrication of custom vehicles through the use of computers and patented tools. Intended for use by individuals and groups ages 13 and up for entertainment and educational purposes, my invention is a kit that lets teens design, engineer and build remote controlled vehicles.”

Although a past Christmas made me never want to get a real tree again, my vote is for the Guardian Angel because it really is a life saver. So many times around the holidays, you hear about Christmas tree fires and it just makes sense. The bra idea is ok, but I don’t have boobs to put them in…and the racers just doesn’t seem like it would be a good seller. If it was marketed just right, it might do ok but I just don’t see it lasting a long time.

Next week, the million dollar winner will be announced.

Snippets from: http://abc.go.com/primetime/americaninventor/index

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The new show from MTV called "Room 401" aired last night and the show sucked. I can’t really say that it flat out sucked…but it was lacking something. Let me explain what the show is all about before I go further.

Here is a snippet from MTV’s page:

" Are you ready to be scared out of your mind?

From executive producer Ashton Kutcher, Room 401 is a mind-blowing journey through the weird and shocking world of illusion. Unsuspecting victims are swept into the middle of a real-life horror movie that’s playing out right in front of their eyes. From the dead rising from the grave to messy chainsaw mishaps to electrifying salon encounters, these onlookers won’t believe what they’re seeing. Or will they? "

{sidebar id=1} I think what made it suck the most is that the never show or tell the people that soiled their pants that it was all a joke. It just cuts off as they walk away. As an audience, is this supposed to scare us? Make us loose sleep? No, its gonna make us turn the channel to something less painful such as Miami Ink.

The plots and pranks are decent, but I just can’t put my finger on what is missing. If any of you have seen Ashton Kutcher’s show called "Punked"…you could probably relate to the feel or atmosphere of the show…just not as good.

There is also some guy called a host that pops in from time to time and delivers a catchy phrase at the end of every scare…this just adds more to crap.

Who knows? Maybe the show will get better. If you feel like checking it out and doing nothing better with your life, check out the episodes here: http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/room_401/series.jhtml

Photo Credits: MTV

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And now, the track of the week. Its kind of corney because I am not all into the new rap as much as oldschool…but its catchy and has been stuck in my head.

Three 6 Mafia – Doe Boy Fresh ft. Chamillionaire

Dj Paul

Yea
Hypnotize Minds
Three 6 Mafia
Academy award winnas
Wat
Wat
Wat
Chamillionaire
We stronger than ever
For real
The last 2 walk
Its goin(howlin)
(shut the f**k up)Its goin down!

(Chorus)

I stay doe boy, doe-da-doe boy fresh!
YEEAA! (fresh fre fresh)Now wat it is boy?
Doe boy, doe-da-doe boy fresh!
YEEAA! (fresh fre fresh) Now wat it is boy?
Doe boy, doe-da-doe boy fresh!
YEEAA! (fresh fre fresh)Now what it is boy?
Doe boy, doe- da-doe boy fresh!

Dj Paul
(Verse 1)

Anothar day, anothar dollar, anothar night to make a hoe holla
I pop a cherry, then i pop my colla
Pop brand new tags off the brand new clothes
Brush my hair back, and kick the ho out the door
Flip a coin to see which ride im pulling out the garage
wireless transmiters and a bump to my ipod
Pull a pack out, and fill my body up wit sin
10 O’clock at night, but my day just begin
07 Mercialago wit the wings out
I usually never drive it, but i heard the hoes out
Fresher than a mint leaf, smelling like a coke-a-leaf
Center of attention, hoe smilin ’cause they posted

(Chorus)
I stay doe boy, doe-da-doe boy fresh!
YEEAA! (fresh fre fresh)Now wat it is boy?

[Doe Boy Fresh lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]


Doe boy, doe-da-doe boy fresh!
YEEAA! (fresh fre fresh) Now wat it is boy?
Doe boy, doe-da-doe boy fresh!
YEEAA! (fresh fre fresh)Now wat it is boy?
Doe boy, doe-da-doe boy fresh!
YEEAA! (fresh fre fresh) Now wat it is boy?
Doe boy, doe-da-doe boy fresh!

Chamillionaire
(Verse 2)

Yea
Chamillitary
Hey Streets know how i get my grands, trynna snatch it better switch your plans
Pull a stack out my dickies pants, and slap a hata wit ma bidnez hand
Keep a spare for that clip that jams, money like mike, and a pimp like ken
Put some chromes under that big sedan, and im pimpin better than Xzibit can
And your impressed behind my ear, lookin aquafina clear
If you dont like it come dispute it, do your best 2 dissapear
Yea You know what it is, dont call me Chamillionaire
Now the world got to address me as the hustla of the year
im the man to respect, im demandin’ respect
Or im commandin’ that canon through the damage to chest
Aint no hustla or another on this planet as fresh
So when i lift up my royal hand my pinky ring should get peckd

(Chorus)

Juicy J
(Verse 3)

My cars inside peanut butter, outside JELLY!
Flicka 26′s drinkin, draking wit my CELLY!
We taking real orders, talking coke on that TELLY!
We choppin up the dope like a butcher in the DELI!
you know that purple kush will leave you clothes all SMELLY!
But if you slangin pounds then your pockets shuld be SWELLY!
Im ballin till im fallin just like the movie BELLY!
Im always stayin strapped for you niggas that be PETTY!
I tote a 9, 9, 9, on the grind, grind, grind
I shine, shine, shine, jewlery blind, blind, blind
The time, time, time , yes its prime, prime, prime
Im takin ova tracks ’cause its mine, mine, mine
NIGGA!

(Chorus)

I STAY FRESH, FRESH, FRESH, FR, FR, FR, FRESH

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Just listened to this coming to work this morning and now its stuck in my head. Good enough to be the track of the week.

Buggin’ Out – A Tribe Called Quest

[Phife Dawg]
Yo, microphone check one two what is this
The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business
I float like gravity, never had a cavity
Got more rhymes than the one’s got family
No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame
No shame in my game cause I’ll always be the same
Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have
You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don’t know the half
I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path
Messin round with this you catch ?the sizin of em?
I never half step cause I’m not a half stepper
Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper
Refuse to com-pete with BS competition
Your name ain’t Special Ed so won’t you Seckle With the Mission
I never walk the streets, think it’s all about me
Even though deep in my heart, it really could be
I just try my best to like go all out
Some might even say yo shorty black you’re buggin’ out

[Q-Tip]
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh!
Zulu Nation, brothers that’s creation
Minds get flooded, ejaculation
right on the two inch tape
The Abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape
Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my
point across, so bust, the floss
As I go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt
Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm
as I crack the, monotone
Children of the jazz so, get your own
Smokin R&B cause they try to do me
or the best of the pack but they can’t do rap
For it’s Abstract, orig-inal
You can’t get your own and that’s, pitiful
I know I’d be the man if I cold yanked the plug
on R&B, but I can’t and that’s bugged

Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you’re buggin out (repeat 8X)

[Phife Dawg]
Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action
Sometimes you don’t it’s just for mere satisfaction
People be houndin, always surroundin
Pulsin, just like a migraine poundin
You don’t really fret, you stay in your sense
Come an fight your feeling, of absolute tense
You soar off to another world, deep in your mind
But people seem to take that, as being unkind
“Oh yo he’s acting stank,” really on a regal?
A man of the fame not a man of the people
Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much
Riding on the train with no dough, sucks
Once again a case of your feet in my Nike’s
If a crowd is in my realm I’m saying — mic please
Hip-hop is living, can’t yank the plug
if you do the result, will end up kind of bugged
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[Q-Tip]
Yo, I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the weed out
Ali Shaheed Muhammad used to say I had to be out
Schemin on the cookies with the crazy boomin back buns
Pushin on the real ?hardest? so we can have the big fun
When I left for Rosie I was Boulevard status
Battling a MC was when Tip was at his baddest
It was one MC after one MC
What the world could they be wanting see from little old me
Do I have the formula to save the world?
Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girls
I’m the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid
Dissed by all my brothers I was all up what my man did
Supposed to be my man but now I wonder cause you’re feeble
I go out with the strongest and I seperate the evils
it’s your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out
All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out

Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you’re buggin out (repeat 8X)

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For those of you that watch MTV’s Rob and Big show, you are probably familiar with their video that they made just for fun. I have always wanted to see and hear the whole thing because they never play it all during the episode 207…so here we go…

" It’s time to get reacquainted with the oddest couple on the planet, pro
skater Rob Dyrdek and his large-and-in-charge best friend/bodyguard
Christopher “Big Black” Boykin, as they bumble and bounce from one
ridiculous moment to the next. "

Bobby Light – “Dirty Girl”

Rob & Big is a reality comedy series, produced by Ruben Fleischer, that premiered on November 2, 2006 on MTV. It follows the lives of professional skateboarder Rob Dyrdek and his best friend Christopher “Big Black” Boykin. {sidebar id=1}
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Here is the track of the week and I think that it has something to do with me playing Battlefield Vietnam that sparked this in my mind.

Jimi Hendrix – All Along The Watchtower

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
Theres too much confusion
I cant get no relief
Businessman they drink my wine
Plow men dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth
Hey hey

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke but uh
But you and I weve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hours getting late
Hey

Hey

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants to, but huh
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approachin
And the wind began to howl
Hey
Oh
All along the watchtower
Hear you sing around the watch
Gotta beware gotta beware I will
Yeah
Ooh baby
All along the watchtower
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