Where the White Girls At?

Ever notice that when black girls are missing, the media may, may briefly mention it on the back page under the crossword puzzle, or on the ticker after the traffic report? But if our white sisters are snatched, we're looking at three pages of coverage and a primetime special report? Gawker and, gasp, the ridiculously right-winged The New York Post have. Check out what they have to say. And that's The Dizza's social commentary for the day.

Your Favorite Cartoon Skulls!

You'll never watch "It's Christmas Charlie Brown" the same way again. Man that boy's got a big-ass head!

See more of your favorite cartoon skeletons at http://www.pas.splinder.com/. Warning: the site's in Swedish. And there's a picture of doody on the page. It might be Charlie Brown's, but I can't read Swedish.

Shoddy Pimp or Stone Cold Playa?

Wow. Raven Symone, the actress loved by children everywhere for her Disney show That's So Raven (and hated by adults for her terrible role on The Cosby Show) has a dog named Shoddy Pimp. She just revealed it on Regis' show (a true pimp in his own right, with Kathie Lee and now Kelly in his harem). Shoddy Pimp...kind of an anomoly, ain't it? I mean, no true pimp is ever shoddy. Like The Dizza, a true pimp is always decked out in his finest brightly colored suit with different colored, but equally bright, hat and gator shoes. Because of this fondess for color, a true pimp wouldn't look out of place at Disney World or anywhere else cartoon characters walk around. Don't mistake him for the Mad Hatter, kids! And of course the only thing shoddy would be the limp, which of course is on purpose, playa!

Back in the Groove

Greetings LID readers! I received many emails about my birthday hap'nings. Everybody wanted to know, "Dizza, what did you do? Who did you see? What did you get?" Well, friends, it was a momentous and climactic occasion...I'm just now recovered, hence the late posting.

The day began with elephants trumpeting as they marched down my quaint suburban street, and as I walked out the front door I was greeted with a giant "Huzzah!" from all my neighbors. I then fielded the usual calls ("Billy C, your wife should definitely run for President." "Condi, please! It's never too early to talk to you!" "Trumpster, definitely put your new building on the Upper West Side.").

Jigga coptered me to work ("Jay, I agree, you're better than Puff.") where I was feted by all my co-workers, and then it was off to the big party afterwards. Everyone was there ("Puff, I agree, you're better than Jay-Z") and Prince even served us pancakes the next morning when the party broke.

Sigh...just another boring ol' birthday...