Singer and actress Eartha Kitt got the shittiest Christmas gift ever: Death. Kitt was being treated for colon cancer in NYC when she passed away. From CNN:
She was performing almost until the end, taping a PBS special six weeks ago in Chicago, Illinois. The show is set to air in February.
The ringtone version of her recording of the saucy Christmas song “Santa Baby” was certified gold earlier this month.
Her daughter, Kitt Shapiro, was by her side.
Hooold up. Eartha, you named your daughter “Kitt?” Her maiden name is Kitt Kitt? Her friends call her KK? When looking to her for affirmation, her friends ask, “OK, KK?” KKK?
I don’t even want to fact check this. Shit’s crazy.
Slainte gu sorraidh! Now, as I roll down Lafayette St. in my (imaginary) car, I no longer have to turn the volume down on my Best of Deathrow Vol. 1 when I pass a grip of African American youths. Why? Because the Scottish invented rap, dummy! Specifically, rap battling. The Telegraph reports that:
Professor Szasz is convinced there is a clear link between this tradition for settling scores in Scotland and rap battles, which were famously portrayed in Eminem’s 2002 movie 8 Mile.
He said: “The Scots have a lengthy tradition of flyting – intense verbal jousting, often laced with vulgarity, that is similar to the dozens that one finds among contemporary inner-city African-American youth.
According to the theory, Scottish slave owners took the tradition with them to the United States, where it was adopted and developed by slaves, emerging many years later as rap.
Rock n Roll, check. Jazz, check. Rap, check. Ever seen a freckled back? It’s no trip to Cleveland.
PAPER WARS features a series of one-off pieces by an international selection of artists and designers. Using PostlerFerguson’s paper AK-47 kit as a starting point, each participant has recorded a personal reaction to the tension between the AK-47’s blend of seductive aesthetics, robust design and murky morality.
Head over to the official site for more pictures. These guns require gentle hands and an open mind. That might be the queerest sentence in RBM history.
Get the lead out, Ping! Oh, Mars needs his copy of Surfer Dude!
The greatest invention since Ben Franklin has stepped their game up. Originally, when your next movie was not available locally, N-Flix shipped it from the next closest center, which is usually out of state. This flub is pretty rare (I’ve had N’Flix for about three years now and it’s only happened twice), but N.Flix cares so much about anti-socials and singles that CEO Reed Hastings will now deliver the movie right to your door! After he watches the movie with you, you can either make out with him during the credits or he’ll throw a brick through the door of your local Blockbuster. Your choice. Not really, but they will help your queue move along:
Now, if your first choice is not available in your local shipping center, we immediately send the next locally available movie in your Queue, and whenever possible, we also send your first choice from another part of the country. (Source)