It is a trip, and I know how the readers of this blog like trips. So, get on board with Devlin, it's first class (breakfast included in price of ticket).
Snap your seatbelts. Flip your tables. Pretend to turn your walkman off, but then slip it under your blanket, the air hostess will not know and they do not interfere with the navigation system.
I scoured the internet to find a human lady in a lady bug costume that was as hot as I imagine the protagonist of the above song to be. All I got were trashy or fuzzy S&M numbers like this:
So, lets settle on the following image and move on. After all, I have to pick up the ribs and pizza, get to Grandma's house and watch the hockey. East coast evening hockey games start at 2:24 PM yesterday Pacific Time, so I gotta keep these shifts short.
Oh, wait, there she is...hi miss...would you like a Nectar and Tonic? They call me Big Bee Q
Seriously, still not as hot as Ladybug from the song (I pictured black hair), but you wouldn't kick her out of your honeycomb for eating leaves in bed.
Note to the manufacturer's of Ladybug Lure. It works. I hope they hustle a lot of the stuff.
I remember the Wiz used to say that Benson and Hedges Silver cigarettes reminded him of "newspapermen." Let's do this (notice the spot on the pack for "notes").
A diletante's dabble in the cliched quagmire of sportswriting by Jason P Quinton.
Pens Mightier
Last night, a contrast to the freshwater grace of Lake Michigan the Pittsburg Penguins dismantled the engine of the mighty motor city Detroit Red Wings. To fly, the dream of man and flightless bird alike, was realized when the Penguins Peter Sykora scored halfway through the third overtime period. They should've called him Sick Aura, cause that dude is ill and magic.
After getting off to a great start, the Penguins then waddled through the second and third period, squandering a two goal lead like so many rotten fish carcases, discarded on the frozen arctic tundra. With ten minutes left in the final frame of regulation time, Detroit took a one goal lead.
The champagne buckets were wheeled amongst the jock straps and bloodied tape and beard trimmings of the Red Wing's dressing room. The Stanley Cup was polished and positioned in the hallway leading to the ice, just out of view of players on the bench, but sparkling in the mind's eye of all fans. For Detroit boosters, it's shine a promise of a return to late 90's glory, not unlike the new Weezer album. For supporters of the Penguins - including the chubby and morose Mario Lemiueux who sat in the press box teetering on the edge of what looked like a full blown poutine overdose - the presence of the cup on their TV screen meant that the excitement of their young but composed team was set to fizzle, like Danny Devito's Oswald Cobblepot in Batman Returns.
With goalie Marc Andre Fleury out of the net (risky), and all Penguin honkers (and the Penguins themselves) seeing red, in a sea of red, Maxime Talbot jammed a puck in the net to send the game to overtime. It was not pretty, but the beauty of the goal lay in the sheer determination and importance, like the migration of a certain dapper, portly avian creature.
We sat through three overtime's. In Sweden and Newfoundland, the fans didn't even know where they were as the time ticked later into the night. Imagine the pain of staying awake all night in Sweden, suffering through Bob Cole's consistently warbling and unsure fifth hour of commentary, to have to go to work on no sleep, not knowing the victor.
In the end, the Wings were clipped. Peter Sykora aka Pee Sick aka THA CORE was able to help the Penguins make an escape from the biggest little chop shop in Michigan, taking the series back to Steeltown. They will heat it up, but hopefully not bend.
The Penguin may wear its natural tuxedo with pride today. Everybody hates Detroit, but it is not shadenfreude, but rather honest joy in the glow of the flashing red light (that heavenly light) and saw a bird soar while still on the ground.
NOT LIKE THAT!
Game 6 is Wednesday, in Marioville, and the birds will be welcomed with open wings.
"Get your ticket to that wheel in space While there's time The fix is in You'll be a witness to that game of chance in the sky You know we've got to win Here at home we'll play in the city Powered by the sun Perfect weather for a streamlined world There'll be spandex jackets, one for everyone" -Donald Fagen
"She musters a smile For his nostalgic tale Never coming near what he wanted to say Only to realize It never really was" -Michael McDonald / Kenny Loggins
It's borderline full blown summer out here on Vantasy Island. So let's shake down some summer footwear options. I love flip flops as much as the next dude, but summer means misbehavin' so the criteria is set at something you can RUN in.
Done and done and done (and I mean DONE)...but they get HOT. The shame and inconvenience that accompanies leaving your slip-ons outside all September due to aroma is undignified.
An unfuckwittable classic, but they are pricey and more than a tad hippyish.
Comfortable, breezy, elegant but relaxed. The timeless stalwart boat shoe is a refined choice for those that don't mind screaming GROWN. Wearing boat shoes is the Nauticalist's version of always carrying a condom in your wallet. My Uncle Johnny wears boat shoes all the time, all year, in Winnipeg. You never know when the opportunity to boat will present itself.
"If you boat a lot you are known as a boating enthusiast. I like to boat, but I just don't ever want to be referred to as a boating enthusiast. I hope they call me a guy that likes to boat." -Mitch Hedberg
I usually listen to items numerous times, to pre-approve them as excellent before posting them. There was no need to do that today. Wale is a fresh voice in contemporary music, download all items below and enjoy your brains out.
I farmed this from Basement, now I see that before I could finish getting my post together, Caps has it up too. It's that good. Call this post a simulcast.
Did you know that the technical term for "channel surfing" is grazing. Shout out to a Film Studies degree!
Better late than never. It's not our motto for nothing. Here is a rollicking bit of channel surfing from the recently resurgent Steinski and ever-chilling Coldcut.
The staff here at Grilling It intend on keeping our promise of a bigger, better, badder (meaning gooder) flow of posts. I've had this mixtape for months and in a wintery drought neglected to share it.
The time is now, as the Stanley Cup finals pause for 24 hours and move to Steeltown USA (aka The birthplace of Clifford Heinrichs MAN OF STEEL THE ETERNAL PAPA H).
It is a conflict of youth vs defense, as the bright lights of iced sports are being thoroughly schooled at Osgood Hall (These are hockey references, read on).
It's a meditation on the game we love, by two of Winnipeg's finest. It involves an appearance on talk radio. You read that correctly, the action line. To all the new jack youngblood dj's...they will teach you haw to (publicity) stunt.
I gathered from the clips provided, the CJOB audience was overlooking the connection between criminal violence in service of self preservation in ghetto life, as a reaction to poverty, and the religion of violent sport in Canada, as a reaction to winter.
1. Hockey vs Rap Intro - CJOB / John Smith / Bobby Orr 2. Sexual Eruption / What Have You Done For Me Lately - Snoop Dogg / Janet Jackson 3. Brass in Africa - Hypnotic Brass Ensemble 4. Space Funk - Manzel 5. Don't You Evah (Mike 2600 Party Version) - Spoon 6. Amen Brother (DJ Co-op Edit) - The Winstons 7. Tighten Up - Mophono 8. Conmigo - Nickodemus 9. Night Windows (DJ Co-op Remix) - The Weakerthans 10. Savoir Patiner - Guy Lafleur 11. Interlude - DJ Fin-s 12. Spanky' Sunshine - Bombs 13. Dance With Me - Ben Westbeech 14. Rock and Roll Part 2 / The Whole World - Gary Glitter / Outkast 15. Personal Jesus / Boyz - Depeche Mode / MIA 16. Berimbau - DJ Sandrinho 17. Just Fine / Bad Man Place - Mary J Blige / Movado and Busy Signal 18. Hockey Night in Canada Theme
I know it was a wintry thing, but if the Movado and Busy Signal remix, "Berimbau", The Westbeech tune and the ENORMOUS Gary Glitter/Outkast blend don't make you feel summer, well...I can't do nothin for ya.
If hip-hop hasn't done anything for ya lately, or ever, or whatever...look at the next image and read on.
Resist the urge to skip, or not download the next song.
"Zevon is famous for his ability to stay awake for as long as it takes -- often for 85 or 90 straight hours. "I wrote 'Hit Somebody in 75 hours,' " he said, "and look what happened to that one." -Hunter S Thompson
Hunter's article linked below is as good an elegy for a friend and compadre as anyone could ever want.
Here in the Cowichan Valley (The Warmland)there is an abundance of interesting characters. Today, a preacher/missionary/therapist came into the record store and rapped to me at length.
"God is only love and most people can't handle that" "There is nothing in the scriptures that says we have to work" "Thank god for all the people you love" "When you listen to drums, you are filled with the power of god, and every civilization throughout history have had their drums" "Make your job a mission"
