Mookie's pissed. Don't fuck with the food.

What the fuck is this??

I order tea at a Cincinnati Airport Starbucks: "with honey please"

Then I get this. 

I probably wouldn't have noticed a thing, cause it looked just like the real deal.

But nooooo...

Read it and weep:

Honey, high fructose corn syrup, sugar, corn syrup, natural flavoring, caramel color

Mookie is pissed.

Bring back the bear!

Artificial bullshit junk saturated with garbage ingredients masquerading as a decent product = pure evil = The reason why people can't taste anything and are addicted to fast crappy food.

Sure, it didn't help the barista's case that I was all worked up, reading a biography about Chez Panisse and Alice Waters - the founder of California Cuisine, an avid organic spokesperson and American member of the Italian Slow Food movement. Poor Megan in the green smock had it coming. 

But with my favorite holiday just around the corner, I figured it was perfect timing for a little reminder to eat good. She understood in the end.

Mookie fact of the day:

Men who eat a lot of soy products are more likely to have baby girls when they get somebody pregnant.

P.S. Keep yo eyes peeled like an orange...

Mookie facts will be dropping knowledge every Monday.

Mookie says, LA life...

LA is full of 'aha moments'.
I just realized that Nick Cannon married Mariah Carey.

Or, should we say, The greatness of their union just dawned on me. 

Friday night at 9:35 pm.

The epiphany was brought on in conjunction with a cinematic masterpiece. 

Yes, I did spend all night watching Drumline- in it's entirety, and yes- it was a Friday. 

But my mind is full of awe and wonder. Did Mariah ever see this movie? He must have been 18 when they filmed it and she would have been 35 at the time. Do you think nick ever saw Glitter? How many times do you think he saw Glitter? Maybe they both trip out on mushrooms and Ritalin and view theatrical highlights from 2001 together on MC's flatscreen. 

Puppies strewn all across the sofas.

Mookie fact of the day:

Never bike in a storm, your chances of getting struck by lightning are increased by 200%

It's a bird... It's a plane... no it's bombed ice cream

Copenhagen style

Mookie says, pt 2, LA lines:

A follow-up to the aforementioned study of LA behavioral despair:

I decided to spend approximately 3 hours sandwiched between hipster A and photog-blog-mod B, in a town called Hollywood. 

Ah, nightlife... all in the name of science.

The following statements have NOT been changed to protect the innocent.

During a Tuesday night at Dim Mak's packed Cinespace party between the hours of 11 pm and 2 am PST only two people spoke to me.

This is what they said:

1. Are you holding that seat?

2. Are you Alex Holmes' sister?

For the purpose of proving a point, Will and I conducted a study of the "Yo Ma" phenomenon known in NY. Somewhere between the hours of 11 pm and 2 am EST, on a similar Tuesday night, I ventured to Harlem via the A train. Walked a few blocks through the empty projects (it was a chilly night) and arrived at a stoop across the street from a deserted playground.

I got my first "Yo Ma" about 1 minute after I got to the door. I don't know where it came from - I couldn't see anybody on the street. 10 seconds after that, I got an anonymous "Yo shorty" - likely from a window.

Conclusion: 

Within about 5 minutes you can get picked up out of nowhere in NY's projects.

In LA, you're lucky if someone spills a drink on you.

Keep it simple...

Jordans or vans or dunks or nike SBs, denims, and a white tee.

Johnny P says: "You look good"

SUMMERTIME!!!!!