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What 2 Diana Ross samples were used on The Notorious B.I.G.’s sophomore album?
I’m Coming Out and Missing You by Diana Ross.
(NOTE: Kay Gee replayed the music for Miss U rather than sampled, but since people usually interpret this as a sample, that’s how I worded the question. Sue me. Sue KayGee. Sue Lionel Ritchie.)
Mary J. Blige remade a popular Soul II Soul single. Name the song and the compilation it appeared on.
Back to Life on DJ Clue

I think I’ve expressed in a recent entry and to some of you on I.M. that I’ve been feeling uninspired lately. I’m not really sure what this stems from. I think with all the new bloggers popping up and the fact that no major changes have occured in my life since I began, I need to reconnect with whatever keeps me unique. I am actually extremely bored with myself now. I tend to think that I’m funny and outspoken, sexy as hell, a full-time jerk, etc., but even I no longer impress myself.
I’ve been writing absolute garbage lately, have you noticed? Just for the sake of filling a space. It’s like nOva doing an impression of Dave Chappelle doing an impression of nOva, you get the idea and understand where the funny comes from, but it’s not the real authentic thing. And let’s not even get into the issue of the quiz, written by a blogger for fellow bloggers but conquered by a non-blogging passerby that thought it was fun and got all 15 items correct. And how hateful [or shady (or petty)] of me not to even post the answers after all this. (Email me for them.)
There are some things I need to focus on during this break. There’s the whole designing thing, securing an FTJ, working on my “real” writing and keeping it to myself until it’s done, just doing all the things I’ve been jiving about all the while. It all boils down to, until I have a life, I really won’t have a life to blog about. I cannot talk about thangs unless I’m doing thangs. A blog with nothing but opinions is boring and bloated. Let’s toss some current life experience in there, can we?
It’s really not about a fancy design, fun scripts, or the latest MT-plugins, it’s about representing. I haven’t been representing lately. Posts are few and far in between (Blog-Light), lacking substance, relevance, etc. I have nothing fresh to say. I’m out of juice. I’m bored. Not in a bad mood though, that’s the good part. I am not depressed or upset as I write this. Fantastically well I am, certainly not fine by far, but you could say I’m close to spectacular.
I’ve been helping a lot of ya’ll represent though. No shade, but many of you have benefitted from a piece of The Slim One at least once. Maybe I came into the game a bit too late. Perhaps if I’d discovered this a while ago, I wouldn’t be so “through” with it now. I’m just bored (again, yeah I know *yawn*). I’ll just sit back and let ya’ll have the fun while I figure out how I will elevate my game (and, in turn, yours). I’m sure there are some of you out there that think I’m doing this because I am the premiere, spoiled, attention-starved bitch, and you are partly correct. But don’t get the game confused, I’d rather keep my mouth shut than bullshit my public.
Besides, there’s other stuff to do and see on novaslim.com. There are other people to read about and talk to. Portals are listed below.
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat’ a bunch of times
Times that by my influence on pop culture
I’m supposed to be number one on everybody list
We’ll see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck this!
What more can I say?

www.ROCKAONLINE.com
www.PIXOPOLY.com
As for the Quiz, it will close Friday night for any of you wondering. I’ve decided to encourage more entrants by deciding to purchase them a gift on their wishlist, just in case you don’t feel like suffering through my pathetic attempt at a mix CD. So umm, like, enter and stuff! How many other blog owners do you know that are agreeing to buy people shit?
By the way, I must say how totally ASHAMED I am at some my lovelies not even attempting the quiz! Makes me really sad, ya know? I try to do something fun and a little interactive and people are dipping on me! Hmph! The comments on the quiz post basically add up to “I’m too lazy to win a free gift.” My gawd. *shakes finger at Los Negros* I’mma tell ya’ll something an ex-lover once told me: “A quitter is worse than a loser, so toot that purdy ass up and take it like a man!” Ahem…
I would just like to take this time out to apologize for how lazy I’ve been with keeping up with some of you all and leaving my stank. Most of you I can subscribe to via Bloglines if you are on MT, so I pretty much know what’s going on even if I don’t comment. Yet there are others of you in BloggerWorldLand that I’ve been quite nonchalant about following. No shade, I still love you and I’ll get to you. And I’d like to add how totally pissed I am about BlaBru disappearing and threatening to go strictly personal on her next blogging venture. And my girl Boogie’s comments aren’t behaving. Sweetums, ya’ll need to get up on some MT or something so I can stalk you just a tad easier. (Yes, I am putting ya’ll out there in this entry, but it’s all out of love.)
Oh yeah, get the new Amel Larrieux CD. It’s the bomb, homies!
I don’t have nothing else to say right now. Novito is finito. One.

Okay, I decided to do something different and fun for this entry, and it involves a prize!
I am posting 15 questions dealing with music and if you answer all 15 correctly, I’ll send ya the nOvaSlim Hip-Hop Suite. (Worry about what that is if/when you win). There are a few parameters, however.
You must answer all of the questions. If you don’t know the answer, try anyway. You might not get them all so I might have to decide a winner on a curve.
Do not leave the answers in the comments! Email them to me! (Email address is on the sidebar with a bootleg spamguard).
Some of the questions might be kind of hard, but none of them are trick questions and all of them are answerable. These aren’t only to test your knowledge, but also your resourcefulness, so you might have to pull out some CD inserts and do some Googling.
Again, don’t leave answers in the comments. Comments are open for comments. Good luck.

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SunRay: will you hurry up and post something
nOva: I am still uninspired, its been hard to blog lately
SunRay: i know
nOva: thats why all my recent posts are hateful
SunRay: no you’re just bitchy
nOva: oop! I am so copying this for my next post, whoadie!
SunRay: copying what?
nOva: this i.m.
SunRay: don’t be usin me out of context , i know how you do
nOva:
SunRay: you see that winking eye…it’s gonna be a black one!

• Extremely kind individuals make me happy.
• Jackie Collins makes me happy.
• Mookie and Pookie make me happy.
• The prospect of working with him doing something we love and getting paid for it makes me happy.
• And my hostees make me happy.

I slept all day Sunday. Depressed. Under pressure. Insecure. Uninspired. A combination of these things just made me want to hide. I didn’t answer the phone or even attempt to get up. I didn’t want to make any sort of contact with the world. I didn’t eat until about 10pm. It’s not that I wanted to be alone, I wanted to be more than alone, if that makes any sense. If I could’ve gotten away from myself and all of my problems, I would’ve. Just being alone and curled up in the bed wasn’t enough, because it was still there.
When I finally emerged from my hole and signed on I chatted a bit with Ray and told him how yucky I felt. He suggested I call a date, and I’m like “No! There no one worth talking to right now, much less dating. Ugh! The only nice person I met was the guy in Atlanta.”
“So why don’t you call him?”
Brilliant! So I called Mr. Man down in Atlanta with his cute, polite self and all was right as rain. I mean, if more men were like this guy, my bitching would be reduced by 50%. And so what if he might be trying to just get in my pants? If he is, he’s going about it the right way. I can see the college course right now, Make nOva Happy 101, taught by Mr. Man down in Atlanta. What yummy personality and so sweet.
Great idea, Ray! You are the bomb and some junk.
Luckily ~SunRay~ signed on. I didn’t expect her to since it was Sunday night, but I was forgetting that the following day was the MLK holiday. So she’s all up and stuff, and tells me that I can order groceries online and that they deliver to my hood. I love her for shit like this. I think we’ve made an unspoken agreement to find things to make each other’s lives easier. 10.5 years and we’re not chasing each other with knives. She’s a blessing.
Hopefully I’ll be this cool for the rest of the week.
One.