Here are a list of places of the top of my head that will help you have a great time in Detroit:
5 Elements Gallery http://is.gd/bzxPa
http://curlupanddyedetroit.com/main/
http://www.detroitsymphony.com/
http://www.detroiteasternmarket.com/
Volt in the Renaissance Center http://is.gd/bzwfu
http://www.youthvilledetroit.org/
http://www.spectaclesdetroit.com/
http://4717woodward.blogspot.com/
http://www.sciencedetroit.org/
http://www.caninetofivedetroit.com/
A shitty day can only last 24 hours
8 of which you SHOULD be asleep during
(If you listen to your doctor’s recommendations, of course)
Some lucky people work for 8 of those (AND don’t mind it)
60 minutes should suffice to get ready for that job
I’m going to guess 30 minutes to drive there and back (and even park)
Let’s say you spend 3 hours preparing breakfast, lunch and dinner
I’ll spot you a half hour to ingest those meals
30 more minutes to… ahem… get rid of those meals
Another half hour to kick your shoes off and relax properly
(Or at least to play around on the internet)
Maybe an hour nap after all that digestive work
Give an hour to your favorite television show
(FINE! Or your favorite book…sheesh)
Ummm… you don’t have time to have a shitty day.
(If you don’t know what a RICKROLL is , go here first http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/rickroll. The RickRoll is not sushi…Or is it? )
So we had a show at the Vernor Room in the Croofoot….It was amazing. We shared the stage with Doc Waffles, SelfSays, and a score of dope improvisational comedic actors…Detroit CYDI got to perform in front of a bunch of new folks, we got to laugh, and we also got to do some freestyles for the crowd. It was really cool getting to see the Improv comics doing their own freestyling…I have a lot of respect for any art that demands that you fly by the seat of your pants, while skillfully adapting to the situation. Speaking of respect….DOC WAFFLES……This man is BEASTLY….He did the greatest freestyle about various Detroit Tigers Baseball legends…The premise was this…You call out the name of a Tigers baseball legend and he then freestyles about them being on Meth….Greatest ever…Also, Sean Uppercut suggested that we Rick-Roll Rufio Jones at the show….So MY evil plan was to turn the tables….I decided that Mr. Uppercut would be the victim of that sweet blue-eyed soul….So we’re performing the song, and it gets to the part where Sean thinks that Ruf is gonna get RR’d BUT things proceed as normal. He gives me a funny look and we continue. So it gets to the part where Sean is supposed to rhyme and that all too familiar intro interrupts. The crowd recognizes it and everybody is singing Rick Astley’s “Never Gonna Give You Up”. Great moment. Anyways, that was only the tip of the iceberg…I can’t share it all but we should have some video soon….Stay tuned 🙂
– Illingsworth Out ****Walks out of the nearest window and falls UP****
***UPDATE*** Detroit CYDI Rick-Roll Video….
I’d like to start this out by saying I’m a boss. I’m here to help those that have to cook for themselves (and, hell, for others too).
Those in-the-know are fully aware that my regular ol’ French toast feeds angels. I have to send them to Heaven in large freights. But they needed a stronger potency. So I just invented French toast peanut butter sandwiches.
Crack an egg, pour a little milk (maybe up to the middle of the yolk), add some vanilla extract and however much sugar you wish. Sorry, but the problem with being a cook for God is that I don’t need measurements because it’s perfect every time. Anyway, wisk the shit out of that crap.
Now make peanut butter sandwiches (I hope that doesn’t need to be explained). Dip the sandwiches in the liquid combo and put them boys in a medium pan with butter in it. Fry them on both sides to keep them thoroughly pimpin’. To finish it off…TOP WITH HONEY!
Do this, and you will help Jesus fight evil. That is all.
It's not pretty, but I'll be damned if it's not delicious!
Photo by Jason Matthews of http://jasonmatthewsphoto.com/
If you aren’t familiar, we are Detroit CYDI. Our most-mighty members include Doctor Illingsworth, Sean Uppercut, and Rufio Jones. We released a little collection of jingles by the name of The Rhyming Dictionary or TRD, for short, on December 25th of 2008 (http://detroitcydi.bandcamp.com , Get it if you don’t got it). It featured production by myself, Illingsworth, and Mr. Erik L of Sweden (Erik L on Myspace or Erik L on Twitter). Welp, we’ve been grinding it out in the time in between, doing shows, meeting great people, connecting with all kinds of fantastic artists, and just generally having a ball. But the time is fastly approaching to hit you with something AGAIN. So check it, December 25th of 2009, we’ll be hitting you with The Rhyming Thesaurus, a special remix project, celebrating the ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY of TRD featuring some of the excellent work of people we’ve been able to build with in this time of progression. So stay tuned and we’ll keep you posted with our latest exploits and upcoming craziness. Follow us on twitter, Detroit CYDI on Twitter , Illingsworth on Twitter , Rufio Jones on Twitter , and Sean Uppercut on Twitter , OR, if you’re a Facebook Purist, Detroit CYDI on Facebook
Extra-balling TRT cover by Sean Anthony Mack of http://www.smackillustrations.com
Can You Dig It? = CYDI
***ILLINGSWORTH flies off in Ironman Suit***
Wassup yall? This is Illinsgworth. I have been summoned here to give you a new and wonderful experience…..”Detroit CYDI Presents….” . This is where I take all of my secret hidden footage of Detroit CYDI and other Axis of Greatness members, edit it terribly, skewing facts, adding meaning, subtracting relevance, and then I upload it to Youtube, in order to FILL myself, and YOU, with glee. Here’s an installment for you……
For some reason I was thinking about this crazy situation that happened awhile ago and realized it wasn’t my fault.
So my comrades and I went to a movie (shockingly enough, I don’t remember what that movie was) and we shared a large bucket of popcorn. By the end of the film, we were passing the bucket back and forth to see who was going to take it. Though all in jest, it’s when the bucket got back to me that things took a turn.
Chris (one of the comrades) went to hand me the popcorn and I said ‘I don’t want that!’ As sure as I am today ends in Y is how confident I am that I slapped the bucket out of Chris’ hands TOWARDS THE GROUND. Nevertheless, like the truest arrow to strike the heart of an enemy on the battlefield, the bucket of popcorn flew forward for an impromptu meeting.
As it sailed down the aisle, every popped and unpopped kernel stayed safely tucked inside the bucket. Then, after going down approximately 10 empty rows without touching one seat, the bucket hit a couple on their way to the exit. It went off like a grenade when hit them, too. I don’t think I have ever been more apologetic. But today I realized that was far from my fault. Any arrow that true HAD to be divine intervention.
My theory is that bucket either brought them closer or tore them apart… like they needed. After being bombed by popcorn, I think one of two things happened. Optimistically, as mad as they may have been, they laughed about it by the time they got to the car. The woman telling the man “I can’t believe you didn’t kill him!” with hilarity and nudity ensuing. I like that scenario, but there is another.
It’s possible that the popcorn storm was the final straw. I assume it’s an embarrassing strain to have a hundred people watching their post-popcorning reaction. When we all parted ways, I could imagine the woman telling the man “I can’t believe you didn’t kill him!” and having that not help the situation. Their continual back and forth leading to a decision to split.
Either way, I think they should send me a letter of thanks. I was chosen to save them with an unconventional weapon. I believe it brought them closer. Even if it didn’t, they were better off. I’m just happy I was so influential in someone’s life.
bombcorn
Here’s a game critique from our very special guest, Stryfe, of Axis of Greatness, http://www.stryfed.com, http://stryfe.bandcamp.com, so on and so forth……ENJOY
ok, so I decided to rent the new Madden to see if they tried to make it better.
NOPE! wtf was I thinkin?
and on that note I say FUCK YOU EA Sports and FUCK YOU Madden.
this shit aint fair.
every game is the same shit rolled in more sugar.
I swear this is the glitchiest, cheatingest, controller throwingest game out.
I only played about 5 games and im bout done..
so thank you Madden for years of bullshit every game after Genesis.
Fuck you Madden.
For “suction” tackles where a man is getting blocked and is still in the “crouching position” or mid run the OPPOSITE way and he slides across the field like a green army man on an air hockey table.
Fuck you Madden
For having defenders that dont cover anyone in man to man coverage. Instead they stand there as if the game forget that they were even there while the running back runs out of the backfield, into the secondary catches the ball and my safety has to tackle him.
Fuck you Madden
For the faggot ass momentum system you put in the game. I know its there, its so obvious.
When you’re winning the game plays like Matt Millen designed it.
BUT
if the game is close, HERE COMES THE BULLSHIT!!!
so fuck you Madden
for everytime a player is kickin your ass you injure him. Run a 30 yard sweep? Torn quadricep next tackle. Catch a 40 yard pass? Drop your next and, And, AND the CB will tackle you and you’ll get a “Hip Stinger”…WTF???!?!?
fuck you Madden
Cuz as soon as that momentum shift hits, the game turn to geometry wars with NIGGAS.
Not only can I not tackle the running back anymore, this nigga turns into Juggernaut, his helmet connects with his shoulder pads, and he can now RUN OVER my Defensive Tackle who has been tackling him ALL GAME. The DT is 315!!!! this little bitch is 232 GTFOH!!
Fuck Madden
Then the Quarterback gets an I-Robot arm and doesn’t throw anymore. Instead, loads it with gunpowder and Anti-Matter bombs, and clogs the opening with the football.
Fuck Madden
Then the Wide Recievers get Large Hadron Colliders on their hands and mini black holes form through which light CAN escape. As a matter of fact, not only can light escape, everything else can too EXCEPT footballs. Then as the brown ball of glue travels in the vicinity of the receiver, he stretches out those hands wrapped in double sided tape and no matter how good he is covered, the ball still manages to teleport to his palms. Meanwhile my receivers don’t even try to catch anymore they just run and put they hands out like the Allstate sign.
Fuck Madden
So then its your turn. But now your running back is the 3rd stringer cuz you did too good with your first two earlier, and the Monstars are on the other side of the ball foaming at the mouth. Then when you hike the ball, your offensive lineman DOESN”T BLOCK ANYTHING!! Instead he just runs straight ahead like its the 40 yd dash!
Then its halftime and you have to sit through all this dumb shit telling you about whats going on around the league. ITS NOT EVEN REAL!! I want to win the game im PLAYING! Who gives a fuck if computer is cheating against itself?
I swear this game is the cheatingest. You will witness Offensive Lineman that you DOMINATED all game get a strength boost when computer decides ok its my turn. Defensive backs start jumping like Lebron James on a trampoline. AND they teleport to passes that are no where that they can get to, like a Sonic the Hedgehog speed burst.
OR if you somehow manage to get past all of the bullshit, your people will start holding and fumbling for no reason at all!!
Then uh oh, the Defensive Linemen. Its like instant 4.4 40 speed. I know my O line aint the best, but these niggas got Jesus at right end, Yoda and the Stay Puft MarshMallow man at Defensive Tackle, and Satan in Winged Snake form at the left end. Its like my O linemen are balls of wax and these niggas are HELL!!
Meanwhile the announcer is in the background, man those guys are just getting manhandled on offense. NO SHIT!!!
Theres so much more, but thats all im mad about
I hate this game
ok my chest feels better
Madden? More like Sadden(ing).....
So Rufio Jones, Stryfe and Scoop SOS decscended upon Toronto last week for Caribana. Here are some pictures of the excursion:
Now I’ve seen a few knockoffs in my day. I’ve seen gym shoes called Addias. I’ve seen Panasoanic batteries. I’ve even seen a slim, white DVD player called a Wee (which slays me, by the way). But never, in all my days, have I seen a knockoff car until I went to the gas station. I give you the Buik Lacrose:
Notice no 'C' fell off.
Yes friends, there should be a second 'S,' but no.
The crowning jewel... the upside-down Buick emblem.
There you have it! The pictures tell no lies.
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