At a party last week, a friend introduced me to the possibility of using the phrase “No Flex Zone” defensively. Every time one of us would make a joke at his expense, he’d put his hands up and shout “Hey man, No Flex Zone!” in the same way one would call "no take backs." To him, declaring a space to be a “No Flex Zone” creates a barrier against any perceived flexes, in effect rendering the flexer ineffective (or flexless, if you will.). His logic is infallible.
Tumblr is littered with blog posts about recommitting one’s self to blogging, and that’s largely because it’s an empty promise. Life happens man, and in my case, “Life” happened to be Fallout 3, and what I’m guessing to be seasonal affective disorder.
But yo, since your boy’s been gone he’s been up to a lot:
- experimenting with speaking in the 3rd person
- simping over various women
- using the phrase “that’s not hip hop” as a euphemism for bad
- rediscovering my love for The Diplomats
- watching hella vine comps
- and becoming a capital “w” Writer
I quit this blogging thing to get out in the real world and try to connect with people, but as it turns out I have a predilection for talking to strangers over the internet, so I’m back at it (Juug Man voice).
Imma save all the talk about how I’m gonna get back to posting regularly, cause I don’t even believe that mess myself. I’m going to write until I don’t feel like it anymore. You leave me alone. I’m allowed to do that on my blog, word to the god Bill Simmons. No Flex Zone.
Anyway, I’m out here rambling like a black supremacist (which, ironically enough, will be my Halloween costume this year.). As some of you may know I make music myself, and a couple of weeks ago I went into my fortress of solitude and came out with this fire beat 7 hours later:
A lot of the stuff I’ve been trying to teach myself over the last few months came together on this one, so I’m pretty proud of it to be honest. Check it out, leave feedback, share it with your homies.
I’m back, or whatever. Let the eagles go.