Call The Feds

Last night I stayed up until 3:47 AM and conquered the entirety of Laundry Mountain. I did two loads of laundry, folded, sorted and put everything away, including the piles from three previous loads. I washed and replaced all the bedding, I even did all the ironing. I don’t think in my whole life this has happened ever, let alone in a single day. Funny that on a Friday night this is what pleases me. Quick, call the Feds, there’s a raging party animal on the loose! No but seriously and oh my god for real. Especially with little Asha running around, getting into everything and actively resisting my housecleaning. She shoves me away from wherever I am trying to work and demands I play with her instead. She jumps maniacally upon the bed, throws sheets over her head prompting me to say, “Where is Asha? Where did Asha go?” and I tickle her when I “find” her while she screeches and giggles. She loves to drag everything out from their spots and aggressively shake the clothes as if to say, “Take that! And that! And that!” She basically undoes whatever work I’ve done and laughs about it. She’s so adorable I can’t be mad. All this shit takes forever to do, then you add an agent of chaos like her into the mix and it’s impossible. Which is why my achievement last night is especially glorious. I might actually deserve a medal.


Can’t Hurt Me

Probably the best book I read last year. If I had a hero besides Bruce Lee and ill.Gates, it would be David Goggins. Shoutout to Joe Rogan, for despite how much of a meathead he can sometimes seem, and as problematic as his podcast sometimes is, it has introduced me to a lot of extraordinary human beings, and it’s got me looking into much of what makes life fascinating. Truthfully without The Joe Rogan Experience, I don’t think I would ever have come across people like David Goggins, Brian Cox, Eric Weinstein, Lex Fridman and countless others. So thank you Joe Rogan, for the podcast and all the interesting conversations, and thank you David Goggins, for writing this amazing book and sharing your incredible story. Stay hard y’all, and keep fucking swearing, if that’s the way you naturally fucking talk.



We watched Brandon Cronenberg’s new film POSSESSOR and it was fucking good. Brandon was Dylan’s childhood best friend growing up so we are rooting for him. Also of course Brandon’s father David Cronenberg was one of our favourite directors and we both grew up admiring his work. All these details are part of the many reasons how I knew Dylan was the person for me. POSSESSOR is the perfect film for the son of David Cronenberg to make. It’s excellent. Great work. Recommended.


Bad Guy

Girlfriend was having trouble with her guy, always complains about his behaviour, lists his flaws, and describes all the ways he fails to measure up. I said, “Maybe he isn’t the right person for you. You can’t make him be and do what you want. You should be with someone who already is the way you want them to be.” “Yeah, maybe you’re right,” girlfriend says, “I can do better. I deserve better.” Later girlfriend’s all sucking face again with the same guy, apparently the lover’s quarrel ended and they were passionately in love again. Then girlfriend jerks her head in my direction and loudly announces, “Nunich doesn’t like you. She thinks you’re not good enough for me. She thinks I can do better.” “Cunt!” is what my icy stare says. Girlfriend ignores my silent outrage while her insulted boyfriend glares at me. Making me the bad guy, shit. This sort of thing has happened enough times for me to be fucking wary with doling out the love and relationships advice. Because girls don’t want good advice, they won’t listen to it, and they won’t apply it to their lives. Women often don’t actually know what they want. Or they want the impossible, like getting the wrong person to treat them right. Women don’t appreciate good sweet kind nice men, they imagine they want a bad boy to fall in love with them. They want their lives to be exciting. They want to feel special and they want to be lucky. They want to be spoiled, and they want someone to at least seem like they care. They want somebody to hang around and listen to their bullshit, but not to call them on it. It takes a long time for someone to start wanting the right things from the right person, and often they get it all terribly wrong and mess things completely up. Sadly sometimes you have to lose everything in order to recognize that what you had was pretty fucking good. But don’t come to me for opinions and advice if you’re just gonna throw me under the bus. Thanks but I’ll throw myself under the goddamn bus.


Make Up Your Mind

Keep holding on
baby girl
Don’t let go

D’s O’s
Writing on the Wall
GodLovesUgly (Remix)
Oh My Gawd
iLLest Alien
Original Nuttah 25
Never Been (Electric VIP)
Didn’t Leave Nobody But The Baby
Indian Summer
Three Little Birds
O Superman (SIS Remix)
Mama Was Right


A Part of Me

Anyone that obsessed with patriotism has serious problems. Both extreme patriotism and nationalism are wack as fuck. They mostly just lead to racism and racism is the root cause of many of the worst things one group of people justifies doing to another group of people. Sexism, classism, religious fundamentalism, misogyny and homophobia have all caused their share of evil in the world, but I think racism is the worst. Racism is the thing I hate most about people. Racism is what makes people most hateful. I’d like to think people are better than that but really I’m not so sure. Sometimes I don’t think they are, I don’t think they ever can be, and I don’t think they will ever rise above. There’s also too much corruption, deception, hypocrisy, greed and selfishness in the human heart. There’s a part of me that thinks people will always kind of suck. Maybe people are more bad than they are good and maybe we’ve just got to accept that. It’s a tough pill to swallow, regardless of whether it’s a red pill or blue. No side is better and no side can win. Maybe that’s life. Maybe that’s just how things are. Maybe it’s all mostly worthless. But for some reason I still fucking care and I still want things to be better. I still think we should fight for a better world, even if it’s impossible. I don’t know why but no matter what I still think we’ve got to try. Because I just can’t believe that none of this matters and that it’s all a wash. Human beings need each other but they hate each other and they don’t know how to get along. Therein lies the problem.


A Year Ago Today

A year ago today and my love for Asha has only increased. In these pictures she’s nine months old, now she’s 20 months old, she’s still amazing and she’s still cute. It’s incredible though how much she’s changed. She’s growing right before our eyes. Every day is a new surprise. Raising Asha, loving her and taking care of her is a blessing. I am so lucky. Every day I thank the universe for Asha.


Everybody Wants

Yesterday Asha ran freely on sidewalks discovering the neighbourhood and had a wonderful time. Then she found a rain puddle and ran through it splashing and jumping and executing many swift small steps. She was transfixed. She kept this up for a while until I had to stop her as she wasn’t wearing rain boots and I didn’t want her feet to get drenched. Asha would’ve played in that puddle all day if I had let her. She is a water child, Asha loves the rain, she runs and skips and smiles and squeals, it doesn’t bother her at all. The rain makes her happy. Looks like we moved to the right city. When they said it rains a lot in Vancouver they weren’t kidding. But we can’t have all this lush greenery without it, all these tall trees, perfect hedges, mineral-rich soil and flowers. Sunny days are much more appreciated when they come. Even if all this rain is a bit gloomy and a little sad, it’s a necessary tradeoff, for everybody wants happiness, no one wants pain, but you can’t have a rainbow without a little rain.


This is the Love

I have such an intensity of love for Asha. I love being with her and hanging out with her, she is such a pleasure, she is just the best. I am so incredibly fortunate to have such a beautiful sweet adorable daughter. And to think I once never wanted to have kids. I can’t imagine my life without Asha and I don’t know how I ever thought I was fulfilled and happy before I had her. To anyone who’s on the fence about having kids, I have two words for you: Do it. If you don’t, you’ll always regret that you never did. Even if you can’t have kids naturally, you can always foster or adopt. It doesn’t matter whether the kid is biologically yours or not. Just loving and caring for someone other than yourself is it. Life is about love, it’s why we are here, it’s what we were born to do. If you don’t experience this, a part of your soul will remain vague and empty and dark, and you will never fully live. I think being a mother is the highest form of love, it is the deepest, the most unconditional and the most pure. I want everyone to know a love like this. For it is this love that justifies humanity itself and is the ultimate refutation against animosity, hostility, horror and hate.


Choose Love

Be nice to each other, forgive each other, love each other, and be kind. The world could use more love and kindness. The world is a sad and dark and lonely place for many, and the only way we can change that is if we all try harder. We must come together, we must all do our part to put forth a concerted effort to tip the balance. Evil is strong and evil will win but only if we let it. So be nice to each other, choose love, and be kind.


New Beginnings

We got the house. I’m so fucking excited. Goodbye Los Angeles hello Vancouver. So long America it’s been cool but we’re going home we got work to do. A thousand thank yous to everyone for wishing us well and rooting for us, your love and support means the world. Extra special thanks to Dylan’s amazing business partner Dave and Dylan’s remarkable best friend Devon, both of whom wrote us beautiful recommendation letters, it was these things specifically that made this work. I can’t believe we got the place, it’s so perfect I almost don’t think this is real life. It’s like a fairytale happening in real time. It hardly seems possible. Especially now too, with all the fucked up stuff with this shit show of a year. 2020 man, it’s been such a rough ride. Finally something good happened. Amazing actually. This house is magic. I already see us thriving.


Real Love

Real love is not about making a connection but sustaining it. Real love takes work. The more you work and the harder you work, the better and stronger your love will be. Honour yourselves, honour each other, and honour the fact that it’s the work that makes love real.