Hanso Foundation strikes back at ‘Bad Twin’
The Hanso Foundation, the organization behind the mysterious Dharma Initiative, has issued an ad in major newspapers, including The Philadelphia Inquirer, attacking the new book “Bad Twin,” by author Gary Troup, who has not been seen since Oceanic Airlines flight 815 disappeared over the South Pacific en route from Sydney to Los Angeles.
The organization claims that “Bad Twin” is filled with misinformation regarding Hanso and its partners. For more information on The Hanso Foundation, visit their Web site. Hyperion has more information on “Bad Twin.”
50 Cent’s plan to get white kids to read
Now this is a stroke of pure genius. Not content with turning his life into a movie, crack dealer-turned-bullet magnet-turned-rapper 50 Cent is coming out with a new line of books that will delve into the flashy world of the G-Unit crew.
“These tales will tell the truth about The Life; the sex, guns and cash; the brutal highs and short lives of the players on the streets,” the publisher said in a release over the weekend.
Well it’s about time.
I’m just not sure who the intended audience for this line of books will be. I figure that if you’re really into 50 Cent, you’re probably not a big reader. If Lloyd Banks and Young Buck are your thing, would you rather read a novella about it, or hear a rap about it? I’m guessing that the subject matter lends itself better to rap.
My guess is that this is for misunderstood suburban kids, like most hip-hop that has any association with MTV. Say what you will about 50 Cent, but you can’t deny that he knows how to peddle average rap and rap-related products to the suburbs.
I eagerly await the story about a shooting at a 50 Cent book signing.
Oh please, please, please let there be a shooting.
The city of blinding lights
Being an up-and-coming comedian in a place like New York City is a struggle. There’s a long, long food chain of people all waiting for their turn. Hours of standing on corners asking people to take flyers for a show full of shitty comics, or paying $5 to a booker just so you can get five minutes of stage time to work out material in front of an audience of other comics who don’t really want to hear you talk about Mike Tyson’s Punch Out because they’re waiting for their turn on the mic. It’s an arduous, almost soul-pummeling experience, to be certain; you’ve heard all the stories before. Continues after the jump »
