Hope everyone had a safe and happy Halloween. Took the little one out for trick or treating at the mall, sadly only three understood the mother-daughter/hot sauce-chili pepper thing. Oh well. When I went out later (sans baby, of course) to a couple of parties everyone felt the need to tell me how much they love me, like how much they eat me and everything they put me in. Yes people, talked to me as if I was the actual sauce. I didn’t stay long enough at any of the 5 parties I attended so I couldnt win any contests. My favorite costume of the night thought was this guy in a well pressed Burberry button up, slacks and dress shoes. My friend asked him what he was and he said “Im a grown-ass man”. Love it.

Anyway, gonna stay home and root for the Phillies. And the Eagles too. Woohoo!

Was it that serious lady? 43-years-old, married with children, mmmmm-mmmmm-mmmm. I think Craigslist has to be the last place to solicit prostitution, I mean EVERYBODY gets to see it, including the police – duh!

Tonight I’m gonna head up to NYC to see my boy Zakee DJ at the CMJ closing party thrown by OkayPlayer. Who’s game?

The homie Linyee came to visit last night with her boys BLK JKS who were in town for a show at M Room. I haven’t seen Linyee since her Bday BBQ in July and I didn’t get a chance to go to her weekly summer jam The Kitchen Tuesdays, though I’m sure it was poppin. Since Linyee always takes care of me foodwise when I visit her in the BK, I had no choice but to give her the royal treatment in return. Since Linyee ranted and raved about the Laotian food from my baby shower, I took her to Vientiane Cafe in West Philly.

It says Laotian Thai, but thats just for the scaredy cats.

I think this picture says it all about Linyee’s appetite. I’m still trying to remember all the settings on my camera since it’s been away for repairs so long, but I still can’t get good stills in low lighting so sorry, no close-ups of food. But in case you’re wondering (from left to right) that’s beef jerky, fish cakes,and papaya salad. That funny little reed basket thingy Linyee’s holding up is a case of sticky rice. After having our fill, headed back to the M Room to see the guys play.


Once again, low light settings, plus I think I was really trying to get into the music, which was described to me as “psychedelic electro rock”. I sensed a little bit of Ska in there as well, but these guys were really good. Too bad M Room wasn’t bigger and the show set wasnt longer, I look forward to hearing the album. In the meantime you can check em out here.

And finally a word from M Room.

So I was cruising the net looking for things I may wanna buy for my dreamhouse when I grow up/win the lottery, and I came upon this picture.

Pretty right? I thought that they were some kind of fancy knick knack for your shelves that you could arrange together however you wanted to since they came in threes, but no. Upon further reading, I learned that they were actually Stone Love Eggs, toys to help strengthen your pelvic muscles. Yep, they are for your va-jay-jay.

The reason these egg thingys come in three sizes, is because you’re supposed to work your way from the big one down to the little one, and then apparently work two sizes together for extra stimulation… say what? Oh and don’t worry about it getting lost because it comes tied to a cord and can came come out easily if you laugh, sneeze or cough (pause). Yeah and it’s also an ancient Chinese secret, according to the maker Coco de Mer’s website:

The use of a stone or Jade Egg to strengthen the vagina is a practice that evolved in ancient China. The secret of this practice remained in the Royal Palace and was only taught to the Queen and concubines. Using this technique they remained youthful and some believe they used this technique to please the king while making love.

I’m all for women’s lib and sexual knowledge but umm, why make something you stick up there from semi-precious stones?

I know this picture is a couple days old, but I can’t stop looking at Tom Cruise (outside Bodega in Boston) and wondering why he’s wearing my jeans with his new Claes. Seriously Tom, they look sessy on you and everything, but I need them back to tuck into my new knee highs. Give ‘em back, man.

“Danny” was once so poor that he couldn’t afford a hat, so he took matters into his own hands decided to grow his own. Somewhere in the world Kid from Kid ‘n’ Play is mad. Watch him wash and maintain his do, while Japanese people stop, stare and touch it.

Remember when you saw other people outfitting their kids in all name brands head-to-toe only to moments later ruin their parent’s beloved clothes with grape juice or a pavement scrap and then you told yourself you would never be one of those materialistic parents because you didn’t want to teach your kids to become label whores either? You did quite well for yourself… and then you saw these

and these

and then somehow you ended up on eBay bidding on a pair of Jordans, before checking your bank account to find that you had spent more on your 5 month-old baby’s footwear than you did on your groceries that week. Welcome to parenthood my friends.

Thanks Matt. You can post your input here.

who’s the baddest beeyatch of them all? This is the only thing I’m putting on my laptop. It’s a vinyl piece so there’s no sticky forever glue. $14 at etsy.com

I’m also feeling the Pussy on the Prowl.