Posts Tagged Basketmouth joke
Quite ironic how this ”Being Mary Jane” show by Gabrielle Union started right about the time the Dwayne Wade episode happened/broke/headlined/whatever… give it a watch and you might enjoy it. You’ll understand the irony when you see Mary Jane.
Anyway, Dumbphone maker Blackberry and multi-grammy award winning mother of a child not entirely so oddly named, Alicia Keys did the ‘by mutual consent’ with each other only a year after Blackberry named Mrs. Swizz Beatz their Global Creative Director.
The signs have been there right from the moment mama Egypt was named Global Creative Director that it was sort of a marriage of convenience between her and BB, with the latter being in the unorthodox position of dependence… like an Oprah on a decline depending on, say Idris Elba to remain viable.
Having read a Business Week reminisce of the meteoric rise and now, free fall of BB as told by current and former workers of the Canadian company, Keys’ appointment right from start was doomed because frankly there was little to nothing having her on board would have done to salvage BB.
I’m however just pissed that in the 12 months she spent as GCD, I’m unaware of a single Dumbberry that came with preloaded ‘exclusive’ music/content from her, her husband and/or any of the musicians the couple is associated with.
And if you read that Business Week piece aforementioned, you’d be mighty pissed at BB that they probably won’t be so deep in the tech world sewers they are in at the moment had they supposedly signed Justin Bieber on when the god of Belieber’s (Love) World basically begged to be made BB brand ambassador back when he just broke into the scene.
Five years, thousands of workers laid off and a little over $4b lost in the last quarter, the berry that was once everybody’s favourite (except a rare handful who never owned one to date) is going through a patch that’s namesakes with the first syllable of its name.
Very black is also the deathly footballing valley through which David Moyes and Manchester United are walking, nevermind that they should be used to doing so being the Red Devils.
Never has there been such panic at the club since Alex Ferguson was famously a game away from being fired in the late 1980s, with the latest seizure to hold the United fans in a tragicomic splurge of spasmic emotions coming off the club’s 2-1 loss to Swansea City in the English FA Cup. I mean, look…
Bad enough that it was a home loss, worse that it was United’s fifth home loss this season alone (and there’s four good months left to play) and worst that it came against a Swansea side that had never beaten United at Old Trafford.
Being an Arsenal fan, the upheaval at New Trafford lights up Christmas trees in my heart and sets the child in me (yes, van Persie, be tortured) free. Yet it still isn’t enough to completely erase the thought of how ludicrous losing to them in November still seems, however irrelevant that result is turning out in the grand scheme of things.
But in a season in which Mikel Obi has scored two goals after scoring just two in all of his previous seven seasons at Chelsea, a season in which Aaron Ramsey’s also scored more goals for Arsenal than he did in his previous three combined… in a season Lionel Messi isn’t atop any goalscoring chart…
… in a season Wenger spent as much as £42.4m on one player and would’ve spent just under that amount on another had he not added a spiteful pound to the £40m he offered for Luis Suarez… United’s spiral to the hell their nickname comes from shouldn’t be so shocking as it is amusing to witness.
Almost as equally amusing to witness, as it is pedagogical to observe from a psychological view, is the reaction off an intended comedy of a post by renowned comedian Basketmouth on his Facebook page.
I’m not even going to react to the matter otherwise, man will be adding his own cube of knorr to the pot of yam porridge that’s already soaking up satchets and cubes of Onga, Vedan, all sorts of salt with and without iodine as well as all variants of maggi (except the one fish, for the obvious reason).
There goes what was looking to be a tasty meal. ASUU, PHCN, David Moyes, excess holiday food and drinks, Robert Mugabe perhaps and all network providers in Nigeria are to blame for all the nonsense that’s sprouted thus.
Most of all, blame Tottenham fans too. Aren’t they the ones who started throwing coins, insults and what not at Theo Walcott when the Arsenal player made that gesture while being stretchered off on Saturday?
That’s how precedents are set in this global village of ours, emphasis on village. Understandably, e de pain. Do I know how Spurs and Man. United fans feel? Well… it’s not my place to comment on speculation, all I know is Arsenal is still in the FA Cup.
Now I can’t little bit rant about how KidsCo got yanked off the DStv bouquet, so it’s to go cool off somewhere while Blackie/Blakky makes his return to the Nigerian music scene (yep). What’s the worst that could happen that Yeezus hasn’t prepared us for though?
I’m just chilling…