EarthWindFire82 of Memphis

I didn't do a good job with 2015. At. All. Chile baby, The Doll spent that whole year in a perpetual state of sickness. As my sparse blog posts will reflect, I didn't do nuffin sufficiently. My mind was weak, and it reflected in my physical health. It started with the flu, annnnnnd it went downhill from thurr. And you know what? I'm happy as hell I went through it. One might ask if I finally lost my marbles. I would answer in the affirmative. There is one dadgummed marble left. Un marble. At least that saptapper is blue! Have a drink with me, Delegation. This is going to be one hellified ride. Keep yo hands and feet inside the ride at all times. Or not. Hell. I just hope you met your deductible. This year, I solemnly swear to do all the things. Whatsenever Tam wants to do shall be done. I am too much yo do so little! Do you know the average Tam lamented 14 times a day during the average work week in 2015? I never hid the fact that I was (and still am) battli...

For the last four months, I have been going through a major illness.  My body is not well.  I have been battling chronic headaches in addition to several other problems.  One day, I woke up in tears.  I ran to my primary care doctor and bawled my eyes out.  He listened to me and recommended an Infectious Disease Specialist to look into my case.  Much to my dismay, this doctor didn't really take me as seriously as I needed him to.  Combine this with a chronic foot condition leaving me in daily pain and an ortho doc unable to find a cure and you'll get someone who had completely unraveled. I found myself on a therapist's couch.  I knew WHY I was there, but I didn't really even feel right being there.  In the hours leading to my visit, I debated cancelling the appointment.  I was sitting outside in Le NewKon asking myself questions. "Why are you going to a damn therapist?" "Fokes are going to think you're crazy.  Wait.  They...

Today was the day that I realized that I've had absolutely enough of the racism bullshit that I see online.  I think that I've grown tired of it all.   See, the way The Tam works with racists is that she hits them right back with the very words that they've used to try to hurt me.  I laugh in their faces.  I stand eye to eye with them and make them reverence me.  Only in one situation did someone not cower down, and even as that apologetic racist stood firm, I told him "at least you're a bold dumbass.  That's what I'm talmbout, son". For me, a racist is the lowest of the low.  That person has made a conscious decision to do one of the following: 1.  Formulate an opinion of a person based on the color of their skin or 2.  Allow someone to indoctrinate them so solidly that they can't think for themselves, and thus mistreat a person because of their race. So to me, you, in the words of "Got 2 B Real", "are low c...

Typically, this is the blog in which I reflect on my year. It was a rather eventful year, this 2014. But I admit this will be a stark departure from my usual. I can't deny that I have done some big ass, bad ass things this year. I actually RETIRED from my first adult job at age 31! I took a six month vacation then started an even better gig that has already been wicked awesome. I got a SECOND Yukon, yes Gawd, and gas is cheap enough for me to drive *points* that way for as long as I want! Even as I revel in my blessings and successes, I close 2014 at the lowest point I have been in a very long time. Each of those highs were shared with a wonderful friend who left us on December 23rd of this year. When I got that phone call, my world fell into a million pieces. I know it may sound dramatic to say that one loss overshadowed all the victories in El Mundo del Tam..but right now, it does. Imagine listening to a fie ass orchestral piece and then having the strings removed. You may ...

Not long ago, America found out that one of our favorite comedians and actors allegedly took his own life. Losing Robin Williams today confirmed something I have said for years..we never know the masks that people wear. When people commit suicide, we begin trying to find out answers. We are hurt..shocked..angry..confused. We juggle with emotion because we "don't understand". We try dissecting their lives. We look to those closest. We begin assuming. We go nuts! "Why would Robin Williams kill himself?" We don't know. It's easy to begin judging him because suicide is "taking the easy way out." Have you ever been through a real battle? Have you ever struggled with issues heavier than what to wear Friday night? Do you know what it's like to think death is better than life? No? Yes? Doesn't matter. Don't judge. People these days are truly hurting. We try so hard to keep our problems hidden, which can only complicate matters. Battling...

I didn't have a creative way to title this blawg so I just chucked something up thurr. But yes. I just felt like clearing my mind of whimsy about a topic dwelling in my sanctum. Why do people think their opinions HAVE to be interjected? Why are your thoughts so dastardly important that you can't hold your respective mule? Because..somewhere along the way, people lost the ability to practice decorum online. Also, I blames the new era of the interwebs. We didn't have these issues in the Geocities/Blackplanet daze. Speaking fo myself, as I am my best spokesperson, I think before I reply. I has a little list o' things I use to determine if my opinion is necessary. You want to know them. You want to know the list because you like me. Yep. 1. Was my opinion actually asked for? Sometimes, people will ask questions. Like, they'll directly seek a two cent donation because they want or need them. If not, I will operate under the default setting of "they didn't as...

I really need to do better with my blog, yo. Let me cue my music. I think this is going to be one of those "clearing my mind of whimsy" blogs. Non sequitur than a mug. Don't have high hopes that I will make sense.  This is what happens when I go too long betwixt purging my brain thingy. 1.   We know Lil Kim has inspired some people:  I think when one does answer raps or posts such as "Identity Theft", it makes one seem slick petty.  I know she knows that she has been the source of several female rappers' styles.  Most notably, Ms. Onika has drawn some inspiration from her.  Maybe it's just me, but if I see people out there *in Eddie Kang, Jr voice* "tryna be me", I wouldn't be upset.  I know you emulating me.  YOU know you emulating me.  WE ALL KNOW you emulating me.  I will just sip my tea with a smile and say "awww...look at her trying to get like mama!" 2.   Ebola:   Why you bring that ass to the mainland, so...