Yo, Mix Master L has got the house up on Slate,
He say he know how da bloggers and da rappas relate.
He say that all the pretty homies writin’ posts in their cribs
Ain’t nothin’ more than M.C.s with their jibes and their jibs.

I do gotta say ya wanna give me rappa pay
I’ll take yo big checks and I’ll cash dem every day.
Ice, Ice said he was bad as DMC or 2 Live,
And yo, Drum was makin’ money ’til dey skinned him alive.

Ya give me Drum money and I take it to the bank,
I won’t lie like Ice Baby but I will make you thank
The good Lawd up above that you don’t hear po’ ol’ me
Making rhymes evry day on Social Security!

Update: Scott Esposito’s got a rather more thoughtful post on all this.

Looks like Michael Buffington has purged all the non-asbestos comments from the Asbestos Blog. I wonder if he’ll make any money off of it (cf. this post).

As usual, the cherry tree in our back yard has decided to bloom while the weather is still decidedly wintery. Even in the dismal weather, it really is lovely:

Some goldfinches (still very practically dressed in winter coats) have settled in and are trying to stay warm in the tree’s upper branches:

Hunter S. Thompson’s middle name was “Stockton.” So is mine.