The cat’s out of the bag, as the expression goes. The Nexus One is now legally available for purchase. I, however, had the chance to get my hands on this little number a few weeks back as the result of my sister being a loyal Googler. I have to agree with Gizmodo, though, that the Nexus was severely over-hyped, a decision I came to weeks before the good people at Giz even had a chance to get their hands on it, my official claim to nerd fame. I have to admit, it pains me to say this, but this is why…
So, after much speculation on the price point of the-512MB RAM, 32GB-capable microSD slot, 3.7-inch AMOLED capacitive touchscreen display at 800×480, 5-megapixel camera with LED flash and 720×480 video capture @ 20FPS, dual microphones for noise canceling and a trackball toting handset, it was decided that it would be carrier-free for $530, and $180 subsidized by a T-mobile 2 year contract. But who wants a contract? Those are soooo last decade, and unless you managed to find employment before the ‘Great Recession’ hit and are young enough to actually be interested in this thing (if you are, F@#K off), no one is really going to be interested in the Nexus. Well, I should rephrase that, no one is going to be interested in this thing right now. why not? keep reading…
Funny, that's exactly how I feel about YOU, Ke$ha
I’ve got a real problem with Ke$ha. Normally, I’d let someone as clearly untalented and unnecessary as her pass in one ear and out the other without ever having the privilege of tickling a synapse in my brain, but she pissed me off. As some of you may know, I am an avid fan of Chicago’s own Kid Sister, for years now citing her as one of the hottest rappers in the game consistently proving her sex can rap (sorry Eve, you don’t count). Kid Sister’s flow is impeccable, her beats even better; no surprise when you consider that her brother Josh “J2K” Young is one half of the genius DJ duo known as Flosstradamus—trust me it’s not just their name that’s genius. Kid Sister’s music—‘bubblegum rap’ as my friend once dubbed it—cornered a niche the music business had been missing desperately for some time. Arguably, one could say Fergie was the first to hit it big in this area, but we all know how good her music is, so I wouldn’t really cite her as a saving grace of female rap-pop artists.
So why I am so mad at Kesha? Well, other than her glaring lack of any sort of talent, blatant auto-tunes usage, and affiliation with Tallahassee’s proud own thug ‘Flo-rida’ (I don’t like him on name alone, who can blame me?), she’s completely ripped off Kid Sister’s sound and repackaged it to radio stations with less than humble expectations. What’s worse is that she beat Kid Sister to every major radio station in the nation, another sign of proof Clear Channel is inching us that much closer to the sad reality Luke Wilson awakes to in Idiocracy by the day. I’ve been listening to Kid Sister’s various guest appearances on mixtapes eagerly awaiting her to drop an LP for years, it finally drops and what am I forced to listen to 12 times an hour on 95.5?: Kesha, Jay Sean, Chris Brown, Kesha, repeat. I suppose I wasn’t actually expecting anything different, media executives will continue to be blind to talent until Ouch, My Balls is the #1 rated show in America and we buy their music with “Uhhmerican Exxxpress”, but one can dream, can’t they?
Kid Sister-Life on T.V.
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