Although I’m not one of the regulars on ABC’s new fantasy series Once Upon A Time In Wonderland I’ve nevertheless tumbled down the rabbit hole into the land of fandom for Sleepy Hollow, the show I actually am on.
It’s been hard to keep this one under wraps but I’m about to embark on an exciting new chapter in my career and wanted to share it with my HuffPost family first and foremost before our official announcement tomorrow.
Truly honored to be entrusted with this amazing opportunity.
I just hope I don’t screw it up. Read More
I have been told, by people who are in the know, that there’s this phenomenon out there called “social media.” Seriously, it’s a thing. Look it up. And I’m not talking about where you go to a movie theater and there are some black folk who yell back at the screen – don’t go in there girl!! That man with the hook hand ’bout to kill you and your boo!!! Read More
While people of the Jewish faith were recently bringing in the New Year for Rosh Hashanah and reflecting inwards during Yom Kippur, I came across a couple of bizarre news stories. The first item was about a University of Tennessee student who wound up in the emergency room after allegedly giving himself an alcohol enema at a frat party. You can’t make this stuff up. The very next story to come across my screen was about Minnesota Congresswoman Michele Bachmann. Shecaused a stir while visiting a synagogue on Yom Kippur in Chicago and some members of the congregation weren’t happy. One man left the service upset because Bachmann was treated like an honored guest. He felt their rabbi missed an opportunity.
I know, I know, it’s been a while. I’ve been traveling, I’ve been working and you’ve been cheating on me reading those other blogs. It’s okay, I don’t hate you as much as I hate myself for not writing.
So yes, I shot a movie in Bulgaria called Enemies Closer and now I’m back stateside. You can also catch me on Adult Swim’s new show Black Dynamite on Sundays or check out my new graphic novel action comedy Tainted Love.
But, before you do any of that, will one of you please explain to Bulgarian White People that you don’t just walk up to a Black man and touch his face. You don’t let little Bulgarian kids run over, bite my ankle and scream, “Ooo Chocolaten!” I missed my Americans. When time permits all White Americans must tell the more authentic White Bulgarians the rules — Read More