Not that Miss Candy

I had no plans of writing an early afternoon post (because I had already written my morning post on my other blog) but I had to say something about this.

On Wednesday, my sister explained to me that I should try to find the chocolate cutie and try to get her number again, which is something that I haven’t given any thought about since the last time I saw her, which was in August.

So on a hunch, I typed in the nickname that I’ve always referred to her as while I was on Myspace on Wednesday afternoon and tried to see what I came up with.

10 results.

The one that stuck out was a girl that lived in Atlanta and was only a year older than me.

And she was single and very attractive if I might add.

So figuring that she wasn’t about to add me to her friends list and add another notch in my belt as I eclisped 500 friends on Thanksgiving, one month to the day that I topped 400 friends, I gave no thought of her being part of my friends list.

This morning when I checked Myspace, it showed that I had 507 friends because of three more that were added to my friends list.

So I checked to see which people responded to my friend request.

One of Lil Boo’s friends added me last night, which would be another friend from Adrice’s friend tree through the countless degrees of separation.

Then I had to check and see which person became friend number 507.

And given the fact that I tend to overlook things on Myspace, I tried to figure out who would add me to their friend list.

As I got to page 10 of my friends list, I scrolled down to see who friend number 507 was.

Miss Candy.

No, not the chocolate cutie (not quite sure if she’s on Myspace or not).

But an equally cute girl from Atlanta, who happens to be a Virgo and single.

Which equals a very good combination, if you know what I mean.

I called my sister right after the discovery and left a message saying that a girl (not the chocolate cutie) who shares the same nickname as the chocolate cutie added me to her friends list, which seemed to be a surprise to me.

But there’s a possiblity that the adding of the Georgia Miss Candy could actually mean something in the long term.

Uh………

Don’t even think about it.

Less clothes doesn’t mean anything

Like most of the world, I have a page on Myspace and I’m also closing in on 500 friends as of this writing.

I had finished up a Bible study with a few people at the church that I attend and I figured I could check and see what messages I had on Myspace on Monday night at their house.

When I went to see what was on the Memphis Sport Magazine’s page, which I accessed by going through the pages and pages of friends that I had on Myspace, one of the church members made mentions about what some of the girls were wearing on their introductory pictures, which seemed to be of no concern to me.

Given the fact that I am a progressive thinker that doesn’t really conform to conservative minds (but I still listen), I felt that you could not judge people when they can’t defend themselves, which is exactly what happened.

Right after I got the notes from the study and walked back over to close out the screen, I felt bombarded as they brought up Scriptures on lust and lectures about denying myself from those types of things.

To be honest, some of the friends that I have on Myspace are straight-up freaks and have no respect for themselves, which is a very small minority of the 495 friends that I have on Myspace.

But for the most part, many of the people that I added to my friends list on Myspace are people that I know, whether it’s from the ballpark or from one of the many schools that I attended over the years, K-12 or college, so I know of their ways.

When I look back at what happened on Monday night, I felt that I should have never brought my Myspace friends list because I knew for a fact that some church people (like my friend Kasi says) can be very nosy.

Which is true.

But logic would tell you that the few females that I have as friends on Myspace that have those types of pictures (a few of whom are models and have degrees), wouldn’t wear those types of clothes to a job interview.

Logic would tell you that instead of judging the clothes that they wear, you would judge their hearts and see where do they stand in their lives.

Not judge them for the clothes that they wear on their Myspace intro pictures.

I’m sure if you sat down with them, you would most of the time get a very intriguing and high-intellect conversation with them.

And look past what they wear.

The Myspace domino effect

In looking back at 2006, this morning’s post will look back at number 79 on the countdown of the 100 things, people, places, and events that made 2006 a year to remember for me.

When I was growing up, I remembered there was this game called Dominio Rally that I would play when I would spend time at my cousin’s house.

I don’t remember the objective of the game because it has been thirteen years since I played it, but the way that the number of friends that I have on Myspace, the domino effect of adding friends became the main reason why as of this writing, I’m closing in on 500 friends.

And pretty much everyone on my friends list is connected to each other as if it was a social domino effect in the city of Memphis.

For example, I added Robert (sax-playing sidekick from my Whitehaven days), who added Dr. Joye (had a theory of sprungess), who in turn added Darius (the third Musketeer), who in turn added his sister (who confuses me with my cousin whenever I talk to her), which would be the friend tree of Dr. Robert Phillips.

Notice the picture, folks?

I added Dr. Jason Smith, who in turn added Dr. Jeff Smith, who in turn added Rev. Rainey, who added Dr. Adam Hite, who in turn added Nathalie, who in turn added Annie, who would add Lydia, who then later added Elizabeth, who then added Meredith, who added Kelsey, who in turn added the new member of the Galloway Gang, Christy to her friend list.

The friend tree of Dr. Jason Smith.

I added Michelle to my friend list, who in turn added Sharika (the witness to Memphis professional baseball history), who added Jamiliah to her friends list, who added her cousin (who keeps calling me ‘Pumpkin’), who added Adrice (who worked at the community center up north).

Which would be considered the friend tree of Michelle.

The same thing could be said when I added Tammy to my friend list, who added Kim (won’t go into detail) who in turned added people out of the friend trees of both Robert and Michelle to form one large Myspace domino effect in Whitehaven.

You’d think the domino effect wouldn’t reach the corner of South Third and Union, but that’s where you’re wrong.

I added Lauretta, who in turn added Singing Phillip, who in turn added Abbey (my other “big sis”), who in turn added Michelle, who added Kelly, who then added me,who then added Sabrina, who added Katie, who added Chris Naverson.

And created yet another domino effect on Myspace from the corner of South Third and Union and interlock with the dominoes that are falling into place thanks in part to the connections made through the three friend trees I mentioned before.

The thing is, what other person will be part of that ever-so increasing domino that we call Myspace?

Could be you, the reader.

The return of the Playboy Bunny

Sometimes I wonder as a hip-hop fan, whatever happened to the funnybone in hip-hop.

You had the Fresh Prince, the Leaders of the New School’s song “Case of the P.T.A.” (which I heard while leaving the trolley stop at Union and South Main on my MP3 player), and Biz Markie.

Towards the end of the regular season in baseball, I began talking to a friend who had added me to her friends list on Myspace that was a rapper out of Carbondale, Illinois.

The home of Southern Illinois University.

When I found out she was from there, I quickly thought that out of all the hometowns of your favorite rappers, Carbondale would certainly not be one of those marquee hometowns among rappers.

During our conversations, I found out that she was a Cubs fan (red flag) and had these weird songs that she made on any topic.

One of which I listened to while I was on my way to work on a sunny Friday afternoon.

The night before, she had asked me about writing some lyrics for her new song, “The Playboy Bunny”, which I thought at first was really hilarious because no one (from my own knowledge) had ever written a song about that particular topic.

The next day, I went to her Myspace profile and heard the song before I left for work.

And I found myself laughing my ass off at the song.

Especially the part where her and her friend asked, “Where’s my bunny?”

When the Cardinals were playing for the pennant, she expressed her disdain for the God Hitter and all things Cardinals.

Of course, on the night that I thought that the Cardinals would win the pennant, I said in this blog that she was still waiting for them to choke.

Which they didn’t.

She’s probably still waiting.