| Lo Fun Fact #1 |
| "Lolita Files" is my real name. It is not a pen name, as incredible as that may seem. There are plenty of Files family members and people who have known me for years capable of validating this. As for the "Lolita" part, my mother named me after the movie based on Nabokov's book, although she saw or read neither. To this day, she has no idea what a "Lolita" is. |
| Lo Fun Fact #2 |
| I love fried chicken and fabulous shoes. If you ever want to get on my good side, send Popeye's or Mr. Chicken (my favorite spot in Cleveland) and a pair of
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| Lo Fun Fact #3 |
| Never show up unannounced or without a Pepsi (preferably Pepsi Jazz Caramel Cream). Better yet, how about not show up at all? |
| Lo Fun Fact #4 |
| I hate the telephone. Don't get mad if I don't call you. I don't call anyone. Don't call me asking why I don't call. Just don't call, okay? |
| Lo Fun Fact #5 |
| I love the internet!!! I love communicating through the internet!!! You can e-mail me and odds are I'll e-mail you right back (if I'm not in the middle of a major project). Makes up for my hangup about the phone, doesn't it? See, I'm not so bad after all!!! |
| Lo Fun Fact #6 |
| I can't stand IMing. Please don't IM me. You will get the cold shoulder. I don't like giving people the cold shoulder, so please don't put me in that position. |
| Lo Fun Fact #7 |
I have four five wonderful, slap-happy dogs and a bird (some kind of dove/pigeon mix), all of whom I love to pieces. If you meet me and ask me about my dogs and bird, we'll be instant friends. If you meet me and ask me why the f*ck I have four five dogs and a bird, see the above fun fact for how I will respond. |
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| Dunzo, "You're Not As Big As I Thought You'd Be" Style!!! |
| Friday, March 31, 2006 |
In yet another case of celebrity love biting it big-time, actor Matt LeBlanc and his wife have called it quits.
 Guess that's what happens when you realize you've married someone from a wildly popular tv show who gets his own spinoff and it turns out to be shit.
Per Access Hollywood:[...] LeBlanc cited "irreconciliable differences" as the reason for the split and listed Jan. 1, 2006 as the official date of separation.
LeBlanc's NBC sitcom "Joey" was pulled from the schedule later that month.
Divorce papers were filed at Los Angeles Superior Court on Thursday.
The couple have a two-year-old daughter, Marina, and LeBlanc is stepfather to his wife's two older children from an earlier marriage, Tyler, 13, and Jacquelyn, 10. See, you can't pop out a baby from a guy right away---even if he is a tv star---just because you think you've hit the jackpot. Wait a minute. Ride it out. See if he's on the rise or the fall. Everyone can't hit paydirt the way Jessica Sklar and Kimora Lee did. That's some once-in-a-blue-moon/lonely ass mogul kind of stuff.
Joey sucked mad ass. Worse spinoff show EVER. And now Mrs. LeBlanc's got a two-year old from Matt (they've been married three years), plus them other kids. Sure she'll get child support and alimony, but it won't be anywhere close to the Seinfeldian proportions Ms. Sklar Jessica will get once Jerry divorces her azz. And he will...remember, you heard it here on The Lo Zone. Any woman who will divorce her brand new husband of three weeks in order to immediately marry a rich tv star is bound to be trouble at some point down the line. Don't believe me? Check out her first wedding announcement in the New York Times. A few months later, she was divorced and married to Jerry. Priceless.
She spat babies out right away too, as did Kimora, but they were smart enough to know their husbands were already set in the money department. There was no going down for them.
 It's refreshing to know some guys aren't afraid of a gold digger when they meet one.
Anyway, Happy Trails, Mrs. LeBlanc!!! Next time, pick a bonafide mogul, not one whose career is a shot in the dark. You're gonna need a real baller now that you've got all those kids. You can't afford to keep up the hits and misses. All you get is babies out of it. Go for the loot!!!
(I know, I know, I'm being salty today. Oh well...it's all in fun!!)
AccessHollywood - Breaking News - Matt LeBlanc, Wife Call It Quits |
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| Dunzo, Hip-Hop Style!!! |
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See, everybody ain't able to stand all that Fabulosity.
 A man can take but so much scenery chewing before he says, "Enough."
People magazine confirms today that Kimora Lee Simmons and her hubby---big baller, hip-hop innovator, clothing line groundbreaker, yoga fiend---Russell Simmons, have officially split.
 Per the article:Rap mogul Russell Simmons and his wife Kimora Lee Simmons are splitting, a rep for Kimora confirms to PEOPLE. An announcement is expected later today.
A spokesperson for Russell had no comment.
Russell, 48, and Kimora, 30, married in 1998 and have two daughters: Ming Lee Simmons, 6, and Aoki Lee Simmons, 3. Both girls model for Baby Phat Clothing, Kimora's offshoot of her husband's Phat Farm clothing line. Love this part:The pair met in November 1992 during New York City's Fashion Week. She was 17 and about to finish high school; he was 35 and a self-admitted ladies man.
"I was skeptical," model Tyra Banks told PEOPLE in 2002 of her initial reaction to the relationship. But, she said: "She turned the man about town into a loving husband and papa." Did she? Really? I dunno. Looks to me like all her "I'M RICH, BITCH" behavior might have sent him right back to the streets.
 I personally thought I heard the death knell loud and clear after reading last year's article in Vanity Fair. You know, the one where Kimora said such choice things as:"I will beat a bitch's ass!" Kimora says of any woman who dares flirt with her husband, the famous Russell, a hip-hop icon for 25 years.
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And yet that doesn't keep "the bitches," as Kimora calls them, from trying to make moves.
"Women come up to him all the time," she complains. "Women are unruly and just ridiculous. Like knowing full well that you are married and you have a life and you have a family, and they want to flirt and rub their booty in your face.… I just don't think shit about men in general," she says. Yeah. Uh-huh.
That Vanity Fair piece was chockful of blingariffic goodness, to wit:"The bitches" have been a constant theme in Russell and Kimora's 12-year relationship. They're how Russell and Kimora got engaged, which Kimora tells me about on St. Barth's, on the beach, where she's lying naked except for a pair of Armani sunglasses and a Gucci bikini bottom. "Let me take off my glasses," she says, removing her large frames. "I want you to see my eyes. I will beat a bitch's ass!"
And only minutes before their wedding, which took place on St. Barth's in 1998, Kimora says, one of these women stole her bridal shoes, hiding them in some grass, she thinks. "Stole my Manolos.… Because they wanted Russell. And they couldn't take it. Have him if you want him!" she jokes. Well, obviously someone took her up on that, because Russell already has a new girl, the probably considerably-saner, less bank-account-vaporizing beauty, Denise Vasi:
 But, back to that "it's just a matter of time after this nonsense" Vanity Fair article. Here's some more clever bits:"Oooooh," she says, running long fingers over her new Louis Vuitton bag. Kimora gets very intense when handling or discussing handbags or diamonds. Or shoes.
"Look." She opens a heavy brown shoe box to show me the shiny brown stilettos she's also buying tonight. "I thought about buying them, but then I didn't, and they kept them for me," she says quickly, reverently stroking a shoe as a smiling French saleswoman looks on. Kimora is said to have the largest collection of Louis Vuitton in the world. Lovely, no? Keep reading..."I stay out of the fur conversation," says Kimora. "I wear fur and if somebody throws shit on me I'm gonna whup your ass! I wish somebody would throw shit on me." Delish. But wait, there's more!!! (Sixteen pages worth, actually, or something like that).The two men strolling behind us are often with Kimora: BJ Coleman, the publicist for Baby Phat, who's carrying Kimora's four-foot-long Louis Vuitton shopping bag, and Jack McCue, her lawyer and manager, who was carrying her daughter Ming Lee. Wonder if that's how those two men saw themselves ending up when they imagined their futures. Dude went to law school to end up toting babies? Meh. Okay, just a little bit more (really...it totally makes the divorce make so much sense):For a while after they were married, in 1998, she tried to "do the trophy-wife thing," she says. But she couldn't stand it. And then, in 1999, Russell started Baby Phat and made Kimora its creative director. Big mistake.
At one point, some shopping takes place. Observe, if you will..."Oooooh." Kimora's running her hands over a shiny Birkin carry-on bag.
"I'll buy it," says Brett Ratner, the burly movie director, who's also come in the store. (He's a longtime friend of Russell's, and staying at Russell and Kimora's villa here in St. Barth's.) "How much?" he asks.
"If you have to ask, get out of the store!" says Kimora, waving him away.
"Honey," says Russell, sounding like he's going to object.
"Hon-neeeee," says Kimora, lightly mocking his tone.
"I have a great idea for a store," Russell says, loud. "It's called Kimora's Closet. It's for charity. It's full of all the things Kimora has that she doesn't need and all the money goes to charity … "
Kimora doesn't say anything.
"Come on, how much?" says Ratner.
"Look it up in the catalogue!" Kimora says.
The bag costs $150,000.
Russell shakes his head.
"One day," he tells me, "Kimora's going to wake up and go, 'Ohhhh.'"
I'm not sure what he means. "You mean, like, 'Oh, I don't need all this stuff'?"
Russell shrugs.
"I'm going back to the house," he tells his wife. Sounds like he was already mentally leaving then, if not gone. Okay, here's the last part I'm going to put, then you'll have to read the rest on your own, if you haven't already. I was done for when I saw this:"I refuse to talk about Russell," Kimora says. "Everyone knows Russell." (Lo's note: that's because she'd much rather talk about herself.)
"Russell is a very, very nice guy," she says finally. "He is growing into himself spiritually, like with this whole yoga thing. He looks the best that he's ever looked. I mean, there are pictures of Russell I'll show you from 20 years ago and he looks like shit, in terms of just, like, bad skin, pimples, fat gut sagging. Okayyyyyyy????!!! Who the hell says that about their man, let alone in print?????!!! She would have been curbside the day that article came out. Curbside. Furs, bags, jewels, baby-toting lawyers and all!!
*Sigh* Black love...sometimes you just gotta chew your own leg off to get out of the trap.
 Better a lost limb than a lost life, is what I say.
 Good luck, Kimora!!! Mission accomplished, girl!!! You're rich now, and wasn't that always the original plan?
Run, Russell, run!!! You's fee!! You's fee!!
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 For so many reasons. He's my hero, my champion, my friend, my brother, my Bubby, my twin, my writer-in-arms---too many things to mention, none of which could ever sum up how much I adore him.
And lest some of you have your minds on the physical, I'm not even talking about that. Eric is one of the most wonderful people I know. He's ridiculously supportive and encouraging. I love him beyond the scope of normal words and I'm proud of him on every level, so I just wanted to scream that out into cyberspace, the blogosphere, and the ether in general. I love him from the top of his locks to the tip of his Dickey toes. He's my nukka. He's my Bubby.
And you're gonna see just how much The Man he is when you get your hands on his new book, Chasing Destiny.
 It's a major home run. The story is way powerful, entertaining, and intense. I had the pleasure of reading it early and, trust me, it's THE SHIZZZZZZZZ, fa sho'. You have to get it. It's going to blow you away. Seriously.
Mwwwwwwwwwah, Bubs!!!! Knock 'em dead out there. Again. You got this "bestseller" thing down to a science.
Eric Jerome Dickey.com
Amazon.com: Chasing Destiny |
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| Big Love For The Ya-Ya's. |
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Last night's event at Eso Won Books was simply FANTASTIC!!!
Once again, the Ya-Ya's, a book club that has come to mean so very much to me...
 ...put together a truly wonderful event. Diedre Ware and Sally Hernandez had this incredible spread of food: A yumtastic paella (!!!), chicken patties (a la West Indian style meat patties), wine, tea, and the most exquisite cupcakes (a variety that included chocolate with chocolate frosting, yellow with a fluffy whipped cream frosting, and RED VELVET cupcakes with cream cheese frosting). I was in HEAVEN. Sally Hernandez made the food. This woman is one of the most extraordinary cooks I've ever encountered. Her creations aren't just delicious, they're downright GORGEOUS. I'm talking multi-page spread in Gourmet magazine beautiful.
I was having such a great time with everyone who came and the fun discussion we had that I forgot to take pictures. Just take my word when I say it was one of the best times EVER. I made some new friends too. The Ya-Ya's gave me a lovely gift box with sumptuous body cream, bath oil, and a deliciously fragrant candle, and Sally sent me home with a big plate of food and four of those gigantic, picture-perfect outstanding cupcakes. I was so afraid that they wouldn't survive the drive home (lately I've been eating, as my father used to say, like a snaggletoothed mule...I've gained ten pounds since I started book tour, and I do not like to carry extra weight---I love fashion and looking fly too much---so these pounds HAVE. TO. GO).
Fortunately for me, there was a very nice gentleman at my signing (with the most make-you-melt smooth voice you've ever heard), actor Wren T. Brown...
 ...along with his lovely mother, Rosalind. Turns out Wren is an old friend of my dear friend and brother, the very talented actor Michael DeLorenzo...
 ...(ain't he yummy?).
The two of them go way, way back. So I called up Michael while I was with Wren at the bookstore. They played catch-up for quick bit and exchanged numbers, and Michael asked me to swing by afterwards to hang out for a bit.
I did. And I gave him a big ol' chocolate muffin (get your minds out of the gutter) when I got there. He devoured it, thus saving me from an additional 500 or 600-odd calories that I'd be wearing right now but for him. I ate half a red velvet cupcake on the drive to his house, and I ate the rest of it today. Two more cupcakes to go. Somebody needs to save me from myself!!
Ya-Ya's, I LUH Y'ALL!!! You're THE BEST!!! Thanks for making me feel like royalty. You ladies are truly, truly sent from above.
Previously: The Lo Zone: Fun Times With A Totally Cool Book Club |
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The three sixes, that is. Only the devil would work with this girl.
 Per Yahoo! Entertainment:"We ran into her at a William Morris Agency party and she said she liked our song `Stay Fly' and asked could we work with her," said Jordan "Juicy J" Houston, a member of the Memphis hip-hop group. That's how it begins, Juicy J., that's how it begins.
He went on to say..."We let her listen to a dance track and she really liked it and plans to record it tonight," Houston told The Commercial Appeal newspaper by phone Tuesday.
He said that since the group won the Oscar for best original song for "It's Hard out Here for a Pimp" from the film "Hustle & Flow," they have been swamped with all sort of requests. You know, I shouldn't call Three 6 Mafia devils. After all, she's the one who's the demon spawn, and perhaps she somehow managed to lure them in. Her peeper is like the portal to hell.
 Maybe Three 6 Mafia is just trying to legitimize their newfound Oscar fame, and have suddenly realized that nothing says "I've arrived" in Hollywood like nailing Paris Hilton (what? you didn't know "make a record" was code for "f*ck Paris Hilton"? C'mon now people...let's be real). Doing her is a rite of passage, like eating a hot dog from Pink's, driving west on Sunset to the PCH, and blowing rails off Tara Reid's misshapen titties. (Trust, you'll be reading about the fellas doing that real soon.)
 Get your Hollywood on!! Do you before Hollywood does it TO you.
Because in this town, it's all about f*cking. You may start out as a topper, but sooner or later, you end up face down, biting the pillow.
(Thanks for the heads-up, Juan!! Good lookin' out.)
Yahoo! Top Stories - Three 6 Mafia Recording With Paris Hilton
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| Check Me Out Tonight In Los Angeles. |
| Wednesday, March 29, 2006 |
If you're in the L.A. area and have the time, you should come through my booksigning. I'll be reading from and discussing my new novel, Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame.
 I'll be at: Eso Won Books
7pm-8:30pm
3655 S. La Brea
Los Angeles, CA 90016
Phone: (323) 294-0324
Come through if you get the chance. We're going to make it a fun time for all!!
You can also hear me online tomorrow, Thursday at 7pm EST (4pm PST) on the show Cross Talk.
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I'll be interviewed by my good friend, the absurdly prolific author (for real, she's written, like, a kabillion books) ---Donna Hill. She's always a blast, so I'm sure the interview will be worth tuning in. Click here for the show: Cross Talk
ArtistFirst Radio Network: Cross Talk |
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| From One Lo To Another. |
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So while I was hanging in NYC with Larry Lowe and Marvin Scott, Larry mentions that he hadn't quite been able to do a rendering of himself South Park-style. So, being the kinda friend that I am, I figured I'd take a stab at it on his behalf.
Larry, behold thyself:
 He's quite sharp, isn't he? The quintessential businessman, he is. And notice what he's saying is cracking him up. He's probably in the middle of recounting an incredibly entertaining tale. And his thumbs? Well, they're busy shifting paradigms and all. Because that's what cats like him and Marvin do. They keep you engaged even as they are in the process of changing the world. Plus Larry's a fellow Libran, so you know he's got this great, totally animated personality!!
Speaking of Marvin...now that I've done Larry, unless you stop me, I'm going to do you.
(Wait. Did I just make a double entendre?)
Previously: The Lo Zone: Authors On A Plane!!!!!!
Previously: The Lo Zone: South Park, Christian Style!!!
Previously: The Lo Zone: Check Out These Lo Zoners, South Park Style!!!
Previously: The Lo Zone: Speaking Of South Park...
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| Hey #@#$!: This Blog Post's For You. |
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Last week I was hanging with some friends for several days, working on some stuff. At one point, we had a conversation about eating meat vs. being a vegetarian, and the conversation shifted to wild game (rabbit, deer, turtle, frog legs, etc.). My father used to cook a lot of that stuff when I was a kid, and as a result, I have a palate that favors game (hell, meat in general). I'm an incorrigible carnivore. Turns out a couple of other people in the room were as well. All of us were pretty unapologetic about it. In L.A.---The Land That Food Forgot---finding another meat-eater is like being reunited with a long-lost family member. You cling. You coo. You barbecue.
Well, I happen to love to cook, and I'm also pretty darn good at it. It comes from possessing a true admiration for cooking as a form of creative expression. And I can make anything. Seriously. So I decided that, since we were gathering again the following day, I'd (literally) pull a rabbit out of my deep freezer and fry it up, down-home style, along with some homemade buttermilk biscuits, onion gravy, and a nice long-grain rice (I know I should have made a vegetable, but it was a last minute decision to make any of it). I surprised everyone when I arrived with the food. Folks immediately went for plates and began diving into it.
...except for one person, a guy who hemmed and hawed about having never had rabbit before (although he did go a bit too far and freaked all of us out by confessing he had eaten RAT once. What the?????). Anyway, so he fixes himself a little plate. Puts a piece of rabbit on it, spoons on a bit of gravy, SPRINKLES RICE ON TOP OF IT (?????) like the rice was coconut or something, and grabbed a biscuit. This is what his plate looked like:
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My biscuits are very delicate and tender, and he kind of manhandled it, that's why it looks all crumbly on his plate.
So he heats the food in the microwave, approaches it with semi-disdain, takes a bite, and immediately proceeds to wolf through everything. Gnawed that rabbit down to dried bone, he did. Ate the biscuit out the frame (then, proceeded to have SEVEN MORE BISCUITS---I only made twelve; a small skirmish broke out over his sucking down of the biscuits; I actually had to make him another batch and bring them the next day, he went so nuts over them).
I say all this to say, Hey you...the next time I bring some food, don't question me, okay? I'm a professional. I know what I'm doing. You just sit your iz-azz down at the table and do what?
EAT IT, N#@@A!!!!
Okay?
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That's what Dr. House told this startled patient he had on the episode last night.
 Crotch rot.
Look at how the man's looking at him.
 Crotch rot.
How insane is that? Nothing clinical about the term at all. It's like having your gynecologist use the "p" word while he's examining you. What kind of shizz is...
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Crotch Rot.
That's why I love this friggin' show. 
Fox Broadcasting Company: House |
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| The White Shorts. |
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First off, I want to express that I am by no means knocking my last publisher with this post. I had a great experience with them. They were all very nice people whom I genuinely liked, and I made good friends over there. I published three books with them---Blind Ambitions, Child of God, and Tastes Like Chicken, which is the book I'm about to discuss.
 This was just one of those things that falls under, um, artistic viewpoint, I suppose. It also has to do with the nature of the business as well, particularly in regard to books by authors of color and how they are packaged. This could have happened at any publishing house (and probably does every day).
When Tastes Like Chicken, my fifth novel, was coming down the pike, something very interesting happened when we got to the stage where a cover was being selected.
As many of you know, Chicken was a follow-up to my first two books, Scenes From A Sistah and Getting To The Good Part, both of which feature the characters Misty Fine and Reesy Snowden, both of whom have quite a loyal fan base. Reesy is the saltier, more adventurous of the two characters, having dabbled in pole-hunching lap-riding skrippin' exotic dancing at one point, despite the fact that she is a classically-trained dancer, possesses a post-graduate degree in Business, and has parents who are social, financial, and professional pillars of the South Florida community. She's a bit out there, although I don't think she ever really gets pornographic, per se. Just edgy. Real, real edgy.
Well, I think that used-to-be-a-skripper exotic dancer thing threw the publisher, because that seemed to be what was primarily on their minds when I was presented with their first recommendation for a cover. I was so excited when I was told they'd come up with something they all loved and just knew I would flip over. When the picture was e-mailed to me, I could barely wait for it to download. Imagine my shawe (yeah, that's a blend of shock and awe), when the following filled my computer screen:
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Took me a solid ten minutes to reinflate my lungs. They just collapsed. For real.
So these are the infamous white shorts. Whenever I forget how fortunate I am to have the absolutely stunning cover I have right now...
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...I just look at this...
...and think about how things MIGHT HAVE BEEN.
There but by the grace of God goes my cover.
Of course, it could have been worse. She could have had camel toe. Or bumps on her booty. (She is cutting mad cheese, though. What's up with that?)
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| South Park, Christian Style!!! |
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Check out this cartoon rendering of one of my bestest friends, bestselling author/Christian fiction queen, Victoria Christopher Murray.
 Those who know her know this is TOTALLY her---the fur (that would be mink), the bag (a Birkin, natch), the ponytail, and underneath that coat is definitely, definitely something from St. John (trust me).
But that halo...that's the most hilarious part of all. Yes, she's one of the best Christian fiction writers around (she oughta be...she started the genre within African-American literature), but a halo, Vickie?
C'mon now.
Love ya, girl!!!
Victoria Christopher Murray.com |
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| Authors On A Plane!!!!!! |
| Tuesday, March 28, 2006 |
Heyyyyyyy...I'm not a snake!!! It's the only graphic I could find as I taxi on the plane at JFK.
Needless to say, my blogging will be at a minimum today since I'm travelling, but I'll write more later once I'm on terra firma (which will be hours from now, cross-country travelling and all).
Still, yesterday was a smash, and hanging with Marvin Scott and Larry Lowe, who had me laughing hysterically for most of the night (and, who, once again, had ALL THE MONEY...thanx fellas!!!), was the perfect capper.
More later!!!
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| More Lo Zoners, South Park Style!!! |
| Monday, March 27, 2006 |
Check out loyal Lo Zone reader, Atlanta-dweller, coffee-lover and Cali native (hence the cuppa joe and the beach in the background), Monique...
 ...and her totally rocked-out, supercool soon-to-be six-year old daughter, Erynn...
 ...(who created her cartoon version herself!!).
Fabulous. I love the way everyone's getting their South Park on. You can too. Just click here to create a cartoon version of yourself.
Don't be shy. Let us see your animated side!!
Previously: The Lo Zone: Check Out These Lo Zoners, South Park Style!!!
Previously: The Lo Zone: Speaking Of South Park...
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| Malik!!! Malik!!! Malik!!! |
| Friday, March 24, 2006 |
This guy's practically family to me, so I'm extra thrilled about all the wonderful things he's got going on. Who am I talking about? Why, none other than...
 Yup. He of the looming presence, unlimited charisma, multi-talents, and a super-sexiness that's had the ladies swooning for more than a decade, is on the scene with two major happenings.
First off, he's in a new show on FX called Thief.
 ...which debuts on Tuesday, March 28th at 10pm E/P.
Second, Malik and his very cool sister, Akoshia Yoba---who is quite a gifted writer, as is their mother, Mahmoudah Young; both women are also like family to me---have written a book together called...
Please Return My Phone Call:
Preventing The Demise Of Personal And Professional Relationships
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The book is a valuable tool on both professional and personal levels. (I could certainly learn a thing or ten from it---I've been so swamped of late, I haven't been able to play catch up on the volumes of calls and e-mails I've got piling up. Please bear with me, those of you to whom this might apply.) Malik has been conducting seminars and lecturing around the country on these important fundamental principles and strategies for building and maintaining thriving human relationships.
This is something we can all use, probably in more ways than one. I'll be mentioning the book more as it becomes available at www.pleasereturnmyphonecall.com. Be sure to put this one on your radar as a must-have. Do it for yourself. Do it for someone(s) who really needs to get the message.
Let's see if we can help spread the word about the book and maybe unreturned calls will soon become a thing of the past!!
FX Networks: Thief
The Internet Movie Database: Malik Yoba
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I love how folks got in on the fun of this. Here's loyal Lo Zoner Michelle---a self-described mother of two who likes to keep it "cool like that," rocking shades and a Coach bag...
 And here's one of the two infamous Anonymous (Anonymi?), well-known to those who read and post frequently in the "comments" sections of The Lo Zone. She's fly, ain't she, with her cute little crown and those adorable bangs...
 And, of course, we all know who this is. His voice rings out in The Lo Zone like a cough in a canyon (think about it). The man with the plan, always ready for a righteous revolution, the guy who's gonna single-handedly put Hollywood in its place when it comes to how it treats people of color, our very own...LANCE!!!
 Damn!! It looks just like him!!
If you want to take a stab at creating a version of yourself as a South Park character to be displayed on The Lo Zone (or for whatever the hell else you might possibly use it for), click here.
Show us the cartoon in you. Come on...you know it's there.
Previously: The Lo Zone: Speaking Of South Park...
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