B-tchin' Kitchen

Tony Danza meets the Fonz in Jessica Simpson's body... and she cooks. I'm talking about Nadia G. and her new cooking show Bitchin' Kitchen on FoodTV. This show has to be the fucking FUNNIEST cooking show EVER. She has a freaking episode of recipes strictly for hangovers!

Understanding Italian's an added bonus as Nadia invites her viewers to schpoff and learn to deep fry ravioli with sides of rompe palle.

www.bitchinlifestyle.tv

Choosen Drug of the 19th Century

I don't know if it was hearing the drunken men blow their vocal chords at the Jay's game, or having summer round the corner, but I'm sure every person reading this has at least one good memory with sunflower seeds. Of course we're talking about those you shell yourself... that's the whole point.

Family reunions at Wasaga Beach while playing cards, summer nights spent chatting in busy parking lots while our cars' batteries drained to keep the music goin', midnight chats on the porch, etc. etc.

You eat so many the salt cracks/thins out your lips, while a huge mountain of soggy shells pile up on your Kleenex. And you can't stop!

Sunflower seeds. The newest-old crack. See you at Becker's!

Halak, Game 6, Montreal

Are you serious? I nearly had a heart attack last night watching Halak deny Ovechkin and his brothas. Game 7 in Washington. How can you not go for Montreal with a goalie like that. Please. Halak's got a new blonde amiga. ;)

Songs of the Day!

Thought I'd share some favs...
Ohh. And the snapshot above is of an elderly man dancing in the streets. He is NOT kicking an invisible pigeon (thank you for your interest in his sanity dear reader).

...for fans of the original 106 & Park (enter Free and AJ):
Put it On Me, Ja Rule ft. Vita and Lil Mo
Rock Wit You, Ashanti (Murdaaaaa!)

...the lyrical acoustic heads:
Zero Percent Interest, Jason Mraz
anything Maroon 5

...the Big Shiny Tunes lovers (BST 2!):
Semi-Charmed Life, Third Eye Blind
Breathe, Prodigy
Drinkin' in LA, Bran Van 3000

...lest we forget the yearly Dance Mix compilations? Dire-ra-ra-ra?
Saturday Night, Whigfield

...for the less egotistical:
Mmmmmbop, sexy Hanson brothas ;)

...the live music hounds:
Dandelion, Audioslave
Load Me Up, Matthew Good Band

...the alternative chained-jean enthusiasts:
Butterfly, Crazytown
Faint, Linkin Park

...for poetic inspiration:
Thank You, Led Zeppelin (PS: Chris Cornell's version is worth a hell of a double-take)
When Your Mind's Made Up, Glen and Marketa (Check out Once)

...for those feigning the psychedelic:
My Girls, Animal Collective

...for those seeking Qiqong musical accompanyment:
Return to Innocence, Enya
anything Snatam Kaur

...for those of whom's Red Bull stash is dry:
Bombs Over Bahgdad, Outkast

...for the lyric-house junkies:
Worth the Wait (Dave Spoon Remix), Vorsprung
White Lies (Radio Edit), Paul Van Dyk ft. Jessica Sutta
Standing in the Way of Control (Headman Remix), Gossip

...the exam-induced insomniacs:
Die Another Day, Madonna

...for the young'ins:
One Bad Apple, The Osmonds
Sweet City Woman, The Stampeders
Light My Fire, Jose (pronounced Hose) Feliciano (trust me...by the 3rd go-round you'll be addicted)

Exhilaration...

Most feared, most needed.

Ever been home alone and felt the need to turn on the TV, or radio, iPod etc.? Cause it was too quiet? Kinda weird?

Or the need to make a comment on that oh so awkward date-silence? Gotta realllllly love those dude. Honestly those gotta be my fav (Shall me make out? Look in opposite directions? Talk about each other's middle names? Alrightyyyy then.).

Feeling empty is the most under-rated feeling out there. More of a rush for me personally.

Not knowing where your money's coming from, or what you're going to do today or 3 years from now and not giving two shits.

The feeling of being scared shitless and fearless at the same time: sky-diving... 24/7.

Yeee ha baby!!!!!!!

'Sooooo... my middle name has three letters and starts with the letter A... you guess.' Haha. Ohhhh yea. Does it get better then that? I don't think so.

Dreams...

You gotta love those dreams where out of NO WHERE you meet a really old friend who you haven’t thought of or seen in years, those people you wouldn’t bother calling or mere messaging because of how long its been.

And on the flip side, you don’t feel a need to, like the dream just filled the void left by time, and that on some level you know they felt it.

Short. Sweet. And with no need to dust off Miss Cleo’s epic encyclopedia of dream-ology, or dig StubHub for an audience ticket to the Montel Williams show, to watch Sylvia Browne pick her teeth with her flourescently-stenciled nails.

Mmmmm, Mmmmm Good!