How Much Snacks Per?

I came up with a fantastic band name--Mia Pharaoh and the Pheromones. It's the bit that keeps on giving, "ME, a pharaoh?" OK, all joking aside, let's get serious: never listen to my jerk of a step brother Gorgid. A friend was over discussing iPhone prices (including monthly plans) when Gorgs sauntered in, "What? I could get you two for like one fives that on Spadina Streets!" Describing Olympic events, his diatribes revolve around how "exhilarating" the commercials were, how he wishes they were louder, and how much "more genius Ben Mulroney is than the other one". I highly doubt he is comparing him to Brian, let alone another human. In fact, every time people discuss politics he interrupts them to ask things like "how much snacks per? You know... per." Nobody has a clue what he means. The funnest thing he's ever done was stand up and exclaim: "Hey everybody, do the Hot Dog!" with Rufus Thomas bombast. Unfortunately, the announcement itself tired him out, so he settled for a cat nap.

Ant Farm Keyboard

Mix party! I'll always link to free downloads, so if you haven’t heard Nina Simone’s "Revolution" yet, well...
1) DJ Moneyshot, Magnetic Fields Forever: tracks like Elvis's brilliantly blended with hip hop (& grab Mother's Ruin for straight rock too).
2) DJ Nuts, Cultura Copia: out of control Brazilian bangers.
3) J.Rocc, Taster's Choice, Vol. 1: a smoother Brazilian set.
3) DJ Muro, Hot Dog Breaks: I would like Muro to create the soundtrack to my life (and perhaps be played by Parker Posey.)
4) DJ Format and Mr Thing, Holy Shit: a funtastic , hilarious, life-affirming masterpiece.
Ps Song of the day/week.

“Honest Ed's no midwife... But the bargains he delivers are real babies!”

I really enjoy wearing stuff loved ones get for me. My favourite niece is currently making me a cardigan I plan on wearing eight days a week. And the other day I rocked a tie covered with golden lions a friend sent for my bday, paired with a set of vintage Met griffin cufflinks from my auntie.

When I was a kid I tried to convince her to listen to Ministry’s cover of Lay Lady Lay. Perhaps I should have gone with this one instead. She probably still wouldn’t have budged: we’re kind of a stubborn family. A friend just tried to convince me to come see a band called Soja. Her pitch? “They’re from Virginia and they’ve got sort of a reggae feel.”

Other listeners are more malleable. I went with a--ridiculously underrated--Elvis joint at karaoke on Saturday. The night’s host hates improvised* lyrics/stories, and I wasn't really playing to the audience (I followed “The Real Slim Shady” and “Don’t Stop Believing”) but my tirade against soapbox preachers, which focused on Brad and Angelina rumor-purveyors and went on to include the ipad and proroguing, was a still a hit.

*Great news re: Pizza Snack: they boys are improvising a pizza order & "snack" actually means jivetalking in Swedish (intentional double entendre?) I'll put up a transcript soon!