Pamela Kelly-Flowers is a former American women's basketball player at Louisiana Tech University. She won two national championships for the Lady Techsters. She was named to the All-American team in 1980, 1981, and 1982, her school's only three-time All-American. Kelly won the 1982 Wade Trophy, the award presented annually to the best women's basketball player in the National Collegiate Athletic Association. She was inducted into the Louisiana Tech Athletic Hall of Fame in 1984, and her #41 jersey was retired. She was inducted in 1992 into the Louisiana Sports Hall of Fame.
She was inducted into the Women's Basketball Hall of Fame in 2007.
Kelly is married to Nathan Flowers, Sr., and the couple has two sons.
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"Southfor the Winter" is a comedic family film that follows MACKENZIE, an angst-ridden 14 year old girl (Abby Corrigan) whose mother died during childbirth. Mackenzie and her father Ash (David Garrett), who is a strong caring man and loves his family, partake on a journey to the quirky South Georgia town of McClellan to visit his sister Sally (Mandi Christine Kerr) for the first time since Mackenzie was little. On the way down, Mackenzie is sullen and irritable because she has to spend her Christmas away from the city (Atlanta) with relatives she doesn't like in a town she is not fond of. Upon arrival to Sally's house, Sally's 8 year old son Tyler (Luke Westerfield) excitedly talks to Mackenzie about Christmas and the Preceding week's Duck Days festivities which Ash reveals is a big tradition in this tiny town. While celebrating the festivities and shopping for Christmas gifts, Mackenzie and Tyler go to see Santa. He is not at his post, but the two teens run into him in the local café. When Tyler is too star-struck to talk to his holiday hero, he asks Mack to take his list to St. Nick. During their conversation, Mack quickly lets Santa know she does not believe in Christmas, Santa, or Duck Days for that matter and her only wish for Christmas would be to meet her mother for the first time. Will her wish come true?
A teen whose mother died during childbirth gets a second chance to meet her during a not-so-normal family Christmas.
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Types in Stereo is about how we can exist in multiple spaces. Stereotypes make light of those things that are either generally accepted, popularly true or made myth through misinterpretation. This short film will bring us in and out of the world of stereotypes.
Keywords: african-american, independent-film, urban-film
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Being six degrees away from your favorite movie star isn't all it's cracked up to be, as Penn (late 20s), discovers when he finds himself having to connect with five complicated suburban women on the road to meeting his idol. The spirit of his quest spreads into his group of friends - soon all of them consider moving out of their parents' basements to get on with their deeply underdeveloped 'lives'. With the hopes and dreams of several men in their late twenties riding on his shoulders, Penn feels the pressure of a modern-day low-income Odysseus even though the journey plays out more like a game than a lyric narrative. As the quest evolves; he begins to hear a famous voice urging him to 'cut loose'. As his motion-picture window of opportunity becomes a narrow portal of destiny, there is an ever-shrinking margin for distractions and certainly no time for an attachment to the most unexpected beauty that ever entered his life: The Second Degree.
[first lines]::Pvt. Snafu: Oh, I'll be the war's greatest hero / With these guns I have nothing to fear-o / My guns are the best / They can pass any test / Oh, I'll be the war's greatest hero.
Pvt. Snafu: Oh, I'm the world's best fighting machine-o / The Nazis will learn what I mean-o / My wonderful guns / Will murder the bums / And I'll bury them in the latrine-o.
[Pvt. Snafu rams his gun muzzle into the Nazi soldier's rear end]::Pvt. Snafu: Stick 'em up, or I'll blow your brains out!
Nazi soldier: That rifle looks a bit gooey / If you think I am scared you are screwy / Go on, fire away, buck / You're guns full of muck / And nothing comes out but just hooey.
[last lines]::[Snafu is a prisoner-of-war]::Nazi soldier: Oh, like all careless gents / He winds up behind fence / Snafu is the war's greatest zero.
Nazi soldier: [Private Snafu points a tank at him] Oh now I'm sunk I am thinking!::Mouse: Oh you're perfectly safe I am thinking, it's musty and dusty and mighty damn rusty!
Nazi soldier: [Private Snafu points a tank at him] Oh now I'm sunk I am thinking!::Mouse: Oh you're perfectly safe I am thinking, it's musty and dusty and mighty damn rusty!
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Porky tries to feed his chickens, but some ducks steal the corn he puts out, then declare war. The battle rages, with the ducks against the chickens, sometimes in wing-to-wing combat, but also aerial attacks, and Porky finally turning the tide with his machine gun improvised from a wringer washer and a bag of corn. But the ducks still get the last laugh.
Keywords: cartoon-duck, cartoon-pig, farm, looney-tunes, reference-to-daffy-duck, reference-to-porky-pig, rotisserie, surrealism, world-war-one, wringer
Duck: [Armed to the teeth with weapons] Which way to the front of the line?::Duck Soldier: That way [Points to the right]::Duck: Thanks! [runs in the opposite direction]
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We take a tour of Porky's Poppa's farm, to the tune of Old MacDonald. After meeting several animals, "on this farm, he has a mortgage" which he frets over, particularly since Bessie has stopped producing milk. Poppa orders an Acme milk producing robot, and the beast vs. machine battle is on.
Keywords: acme-brand, cartoon-pig, cow, farm, farmer, father-son-relationship, funeral-march-by-chopin, invisibility, looney-tunes, milk
Hey, here comes the funk of the future
And I can rock a rhyme from Perquorma to Hoover
The westside kid, quick to do a bid
Just watch me cock the glock and make room
Shit man I got a 12 guage with the infrared scope
I found a Tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now I'm a G, psycho, crazy
Fuck what you say and buck buck and I'm suazy
In my rag coup, front and back and it's quick
Punks with bump and that 3 wheel shit
'Cause that's all you need when you need to be poppin'
Bust a U-turn on 3 wheels by the cops and
Damn if feels good to be triflin', you know what I'm sayin' 'cuz?
Who got the wallet, 'cause I'm buzzed
I got the black mack-11, sendin' fools to heaven
Get the fuck out my way, this is Compton fool just
Duck, duck, I'm about to bust some rounds
Duck, duck, I'm fiendin' to bust some rounds
Duck, duck, yeah, I'm about to bust some rounds
Duck, duck
Yo check it, they be like "He's a maniac"
Yeah, bitch ant that's real, get the fuck up out the car and just peel
Yo punk I said right before I crash you in the grill
With the ass of my glock, watch the blood spill
Gangstas got love the nigga King Tee
Just ask 'em who's the great weight, just watch 'em scream me
Quick with the punch, rollin' like clunch
Coming with the real shit, runnin' with a bunch of crazy niggas with wires
Hammers and players, your money and your blood
Plus the Daytons and them tires
I be goin' so low, you can't get under
Niggas can't see me, ask Stevie Wonder, blazed in the chronic
Bumpin' delphonics and my shit's screamin' like that group Onyx
But hey, I'm the man that'll bust that ass open
When I was young me BB gun even has a scope so
Duck, duck, I'm about to bust some rounds
Duck, duck, I'm fiendin' to bust some rounds
Duck, duck, yeah, I'm about to bust some rounds
Duck, duck
God damn, it's King Tee with the funky bumrush
Smoke a lot of herb but I never hit the dust
I can wreck them efx 'cause I ain't got my check, baby
This ain't no punk shakin' shit, I'm goin' crazy
I think I'm goin' out of my head say what
I said I think I'm going out of my head, so E-Swift
Since you rule in the cuts, give me the gun
And just duck, come on
Yo, I got a black case but it ain't for the mase
It's for the 4-4 I use to blast you in the face
'Cause I be actin' kind of triflin' like my nigga Tela
Cock the hammer blow you out your socks and your Filas
Which way did he go? Which way did he go?
Niggas don't know, I got to play the down low
Punks, jump up and get blasted to the ground
So motherfucker duck, I'm about to bust a 'round
Duck, duck, I'm about to bust some rounds
Duck, duck, I'm fiendin' to bust some rounds
Duck, duck, yeah, I'm about to bust some rounds