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but it’s freakin’ delicious, and if it works for o’shea jackson (he has one every time he rolls through vancouver)

but i’ma listen when told, “just let it blow your mind”. box sushi, experienced last nite at toshi’s on 16th and main (vancoov, the next time i come back will be on an eating tour!) seriously, seriously. yum.

dre doing a better job than “be cool”, and the incomparable will ferrell make funny. “spumoni! spumoni! how many times do i have to say SPUMONI?” make you wanna love ‘em sexy. “dick in a box”? you been called out.

this was actually a brilliant Nike campaign, as i didn’t actually like the full-sized hardaway (well, that’s not true, i loved tim) but i had mad love for the pocket sized version. chris rock is a genius though…favorite quotes: “is this real leather? because it’s sticking to my legs!”, “the baseline baseline!”, “oh! you’re breaking up, are you going through a tunnel?” check youtube for the 1996 championship intro…”i chased chickens”…LOL!

guess who joined her fancorps? http://erykahbadu.fancorps.com/mizfloss

werd.

here’s how you join up too:

http://www.fancorps.com/erykahbadu/signup/ref/mizfloss

DU it. DU it well. later, honeys!

they’re trying, y’all. don’t dismiss them as completely wack. at least the commitee had the good sense to nominate these two cool cats (who may do musics together, because of their mutual collaborator..whom i have yet to meet, but believe me, i will, anyone that talented and dedicated to work on these two brilliant projects is someone i must know)
the old prince and goldrush, two of my favoritest joints of recent history. two stand-up guys too. for real.

be a man. find a way to listen to the leaked first single from her upcoming release, it’s good for you. honey, yeahh…(you so sweet). i am seriously checking for an interview, but she cannot run from me much longer, wasn’t i just telling nadine how i was going to manifest a show from this woman in our city?! (just like i did stevie), though for this, i will revisit the face vice for science to get the money if need be (don’t ask). (you so sweet). i’ve already sent it out over email, so BOO for yous who don’t trust…and bigup to those who just think they can slip this one by a girl! now all we gotta do, is add a lil’ lemon, and wait for our favorite drink. she makes us think of folks who got that honey, want them to stop actin’ funny, and how much they really turn us on. does she really need to know if we’re feeling her?! talk about rhetorical ?uestions….

i heart wes anderson, so very muchly. his latest is his best, perhaps because little jason swartzman (SO my favorite, must be something in his name) is all grown up now, or that all three “brothers” are so deadpan hot (in that awkward way). “hey francis, here’s your belt back!”, “i love you both, but i’m going to pepperspray you right now! STOP INCLUDING ME!”, “how’s about a cookie?”, “can we at least have our snake back? it was an accident, we didn’t know it was poisonous”. adrien brody is almost my favorite (love the glasses!) but he reminds me a bit of an evil bob saget (you know, because he’s trying to be a hardcore comic now) or jerri blank’s cheese bust molding stepfather on SWC. nonetheless, the flick is his best since Rushmore/Tannebaums, and i’m secure again in my self-assuredness that i will hump this man’s leg if ever i meet him (which was a bit shaky after jacques cousteau…) oh, and unlike Knocked Up, The Darjeeling Limited is the purrfect first date movie. do it. do it. do what?!

so there wasn’t a sculpture of a warthog or of my wifey, but there was a sick dragon one, a whimsical fairy one, and numerous other fantastical pieces of art. the salon du chocolat this weekend here was a resounding success (i even missed my thai yoga massage, but this is probably due in part of my confusion around daylight savings time) though next year, i’ma pack little paper bags to load up on samples and save them for later. someone, who shall remain nameless, er, bird, ahem* will be calling me “ghetto” around this point, but i don’t care, it’s better than trying to stuff your face with all the free samples. the coffees and waters are helpfull, as are the paper cups for filling all around. the crepes were delicious and the fondue was ok too…i wish that chocolate didn’t give sweet lime migranes, but amit and wifey make for some good partners in being “full of chocolate”. werd to missing bird, shame…

this lil’ guy is making me smile so much right now. him and monster trucks (they’re beyond phallic). what would i do without bird in my life to break things down for me?