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in the lab w/ dr. shim: kale, cambozola, mushroom and bacon pasta salad

  -crisp 6 slices of quality bacon, cool and crumble -crumble 1/2 a cup of cambozola -pan fry (in butter) 1 cup of baby bella mushrooms (or chanterelles ) -prepare 1 pkg of fiber gourmet rotini pasta -grate 1 cup of gruyere de comte -1/2 cup of whole cream -saute 1 large bunch of dino [...]

bringing out the dead: scorsese can even make nicolas cage look good

holy fuck, this is a purdy flik. it’s kinda like watching the matrix, where you have to squint your eyes or just flat out pretend that fucking talent-suck keanu reeves has most certainly NOT been cast as the quasi-savior-esque “neo” just to somehow, some way,  enjoy it… ahem. scorsese rocks, despite fucking nicolas cage. filmsmithing. [...]

give it to me baby: rick james street songs

now that prince has lost every sweaty drop of his cool, you know that had rick james survived, well, being rick james, he’d still be an xxxtra funky titan of funk. extra props for the rickenbacker bass.  31 years later this album still iz the shit. believe this: he’s rick james, be-yotch!

it burns so good: enter the ghost pepper/bhut jolokia

really, it seems like a “guy thing” but deliciousness iz universal, yo. step up and feel the heat. aaaaaahahhhhhhahahahahh!!!!!!!

how to scare the shit outta yourself in 2 easy steps: el narco and top secret america

holy fucking fuck, ioan grillo has king kong-sized nutz and after reading this i am never, ever going to mexico. EVER! um…seriously? if you were ever concerned that the end of all our freedoms were just around the bend: fear not, my friends, the end is ALREADY HERE. thanks george w. sweet dreams.

blackened heart stew: demdike stare’s elemental

  i’m a touched irked that some of the smoldering nuggets on this deliciously colored vinyl, very limited edition will not be included on the 2 disc cd (later this year) but this drop is just so damn hot; either way you see through the eyes of a killer.   it’s like the soundtrack to [...]

the motherfucking payback: michael caine as harry brown

hmmm. maybe it’s just because i hate fucking opportunistic, parasitic, piece of shit, lowlife scum and, well, therefore love vigilante comeuppance (cause and effect/affect), or maybe it’s because this is THE definitive michael caine flick; a great script, great cast and all michael fucking caine. who fucking cares? trust your ol’ buddy shim: you will [...]

go with god: chimay grande reserve

maybe it’s just me but after tasting this vonder-beer, i can only say: shave your head and pack your bags for belgium. these felonious monks have basically solved pi in beer form. good for what ale’s you-get thee to a monastery, bitchez.

The ultimate steve zissou companion: jurgen muller’s science of the sea

forgive me, jurgen,  if i can’t remember how to do the umlaut thingy but this floaty beautiful album is just as outstanding, nonetheless…made in the 70s yes, but this is still how we do eet! YAY!!! something to make the happy more happy!

just because: radiohead-king of limbs

in rainbows was/is near impossible to beat and i’m not sure if this does (don’t care) but one things for certain, these guys just keep experimenting and growing in every way. WHOOP!