What Cee-Lo Is Probably Doing Right Now – III

And now… Time to ponder for a moment as to what professional Purveyor of Phunk Cee-Lo Green is Probably Doing Right Now.

If I had to guess… (and I do, or otherwise there’s nothing to write here)… I’d say that right now, Cee-Lo is probably in Japan, hunched over a metal work desk looking into the lone eye of a tiny robot. 

“Hello, little one,” he who is called Lo says softly.

The digital iris flickers in recognition and the machine immediately responds: “Hell0, Mr. Gr33n, very nice to m33t y0u.”  Then he says it in French.  Then Arabic.  Then a tongue neither man in the room recognizes but is actually a dead language from a lost Himalayan civilization.

“My God, Dr. Tamachi, you’ve done it!”

“It is all because of you, Cee-Lo-San.  Without your generous contribution to the facility, I never would have perfected this… this admittedly magnificent accomplishment.  You sir, are a true patron of both the arts and the sciences and we, myself and my team, are indebted to you for -”

“-I’ll take forty of them shits.”

Dr. Tamachi is silent for a moment.  Having lived in London for ten years during his youth, his English is practically perfect.  But still, he struggles to find the word he is looking for, one to accurately convey the confusion he feels in his chest.  “You… you would like for us to… manufacture forty highly sophisticated… sentient androids.  For you to own.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll pay for them.”  Cee Lo reaches into the pocket of his Adidas track paints, the twinkly Christmas lights down the piping fluttering in response.  Lo pulls out a wad of what can only be described as an unhealthy amount of cash for any one person to have at all, let alone on his person.  The wad of $100’s is illuminated by alternatingly green and red LED lights from his entire body. 

“Cee-Lo-San, it’s not the… what are you going to do with forty sentient robots?”

“Imma set them up in the foyer of my house so that they can greet people.  Then they’ll start to sing and I’ll come down the stairs like a baller.”

Dr. Tamachi strokes his temples gently and closes his eyes. 

After a long pause, Cee-Lo continues: “Probably wearing, like, a futuristic suit of armor or some shit.”

What Cee-Lo Is Probably Doing Right Now – II

It’s that time of the week, boys & girls – time to hypothesize as to What Cee-Lo Is Probably Doing Right Now.

Right now… I bet Cee-Lo, having been inspired by James Cameron’s recent solo expedition to the depths of the Marianas Trench, is wrapping up his own expedition.  He’s walking along the bottom of the ocean floor with his hands in his pockets (yeah, he didn’t take a submersible of any kind, he just swam out from L.A. and then held us breath and dove 35,000 feet).  He looks up and sees only darkness but finds the undulating planes of the deep around him to be filled with bio-luminescent creatures of a kind never before seen by science.  From within the bodies of translucent creatures pop colors of such extraordinary vividity that one must truly consider the existence of God or at the very least some sort of – “Motherfucker,” Cee-Lo says, the space around his head filling with bubbles.  “Came all the way down this bitch ass Marianas Trench and ain’t no fucking sea monsters.  Just some bullshit sea monkeys with lights in they asses.  The fuck is the giant squid at?  I wanted to fucking see a giant squid.  Then eat it.  Just stupid fucking clear shrimp YEAH I SEE YOU, I GET IT, I GET WHAT YOU’RE DOING, GO AWAY NOW.”  Cee-Lo kicks off towards the surface, annoyed that he made the trip and didn’t even get to see no damn sea monsters.

What Cee-Lo Is Probably Doing Right Now

What’s good, ya’ll – today I bring you the first in a new series I’ll be doing for this here blog entitled What Cee-Lo Is Probably Doing Right Now.  In case you don’t know this about me – I fucking love Cee-Lo.  That funktastic, Perfectly Imperfect, Soul Machine of a Lady Killer is an artist who I implicitly adore.  As a fellow short, round Southern Gentleman, I feel Mr. Green is an admirable ambassador of our people.  And now, I would like to speculate as to What Cee-Lo Is Probably Doing Right Now.

Right now… right now, Cee-Lo is laying on his side next to his swimming pool, talking to his pet/confidante Carl the Narwhal about whether or not a sustainable human colony could exist on the moon, technology being what it is now.  He is wearing all white silky pajamas, drinking a cup of dry-ice-iced-coffee (so it’s constantly fuming pillowy smoke).  Mr. Green is of the impression that Carl’s opinion is founded less on the basis of scientific fact and more on what he’s seen on Nova.  Cee-Lo abruptly suggests that Carl read into the logistics of the matter, stands up, and storms off towards the villa in a huff.  Cee-Lo feels bad that he spoke to his narwhal that way but is too proud to turn around and apologize.