Home for Thanksgiving, pretty sweet so far.  First off let me say that I am Jewish, so there is no Christmas for my family…and Hanukkah ain’t what it used to be…so Thanksgiving is a pretty big deal for us.

I got home and got my first Thanksgiving present: Party Rats!  That’s right.  They are little plastic rats that strap onto your fingers and then light up different colors.  OK, simple enough premise, but the here is what it is advertised for:

Whether you’re dancing at a rave with a few hundred of your closest friends, or plugged in for some night blogging, Party Rats are the fun way to have fun.

NIGHT BLOGGING?  You gotta be fucking kidding me.  But I just want you to know that from now on when you see a post of mine you better BELIEVE that I will have these on my fingers.

Anyway, enough about Party Rats, how is YOUR Thanksgiving?  Getting pretty psyched over here.

Happy Thanksgiving, to all the Mishkateers out there who are looking at the Bloglin on Thanksgiving. It is important that you spend this holiday with your family and Mishka is the only family you will ever need. We are setting up a compound in upstate New York and you should come by and check it out sometime for the rest of your life. We will starve and brainwash you and for every month you spend with us you’ll get a T-shirt exclusive to the Mishka inner-circle. We are worshipping the return of Sean Stussy or something like that. Long story short, I need this helmet.

It’s a helmet that someone lovingly applied Budweiser labels and resin to and it has a detachabe bubble that snaps onto the front. I am envisioning myself bicycling around in this thing, being safe but also clambaking hard inside my trouble bubble. If I owned this thing I could smoke in the shower without my cigarettes getting wetted out. Also I fall down a lot so this would help for that.

If you would like to buy this helmet for me it is currently going for $9.99. Get it for me and I will trade you a drawing or something. Lemme know. You can take it out in trade. Let’s make a deal, but hurry, there are only five days left.

Pardon the random rant but this commercial caught me off guard late last night. The Gap’s new Holiday 09 commercial campaign features the chorus of “Go Christmas, Go Hanukkah, Go Kwanza, Go Solstice!” Go Solstice?

Is The Gap being super P.C. or has Wicca finally broken through to major holiday status? Did I miss a few heated courtroom battles about religious equality and Wiccan rights or is The Gap just that forward thinking in expanding their market? I really hope this eventually paves the way for a Michael Gondry directed Gap commercial featuring Pan the Goat-God in cashmere and boyfriend jeans.

Either way, here’s to a Pagan Holiday season!

Yeah, yeah, we know it;s two days past Halloween by now but people are only sending us their Mishka-A-Lanterns now. Anthony Abello got pretty creative on this one basing it on not just the Keep Watch eyeball, but the whole underbrim of the cap… from the sharp teeth to the little tongue.

Here he is in all of his glowing glory. Great job Anthony!

Robert Villagra of Snellville, Georgia carved up a Kill With Power faced Mishk-A-Lantern. I gotta be honest, while an obvious choice for a pumpkin, I hadn’t really expected to see on of these.

I think next year we’ll just run an official contest and give everyone ample time to carve their pumpkins and submit them for prizes. Either way Anthony and Robert you’ve earned something for your work. ‘Til next Halloween!

I know we’re a day late but, better late than never right? Here are two Mishk-A-Lanterns sent into us for Halloween. This Cyco Simon was done by Antonio Silva of California and is pretty spankin’! I wish we had it on display for the hoards of trick ‘r treaters at the store yesterday.

Nathan Dunn took this waaaaay back in his carving with a rendition of the Society of the Snake cloaked Death Adder from our Fall 2006 collection!

Nathan also carved up a Bear Mop Mishk-A-Lantern in addition to his cloaked Death Adder.

We’re honored you guys spent part of your Halloween doing this. These are great and you guys have our gratitude for being such dedicated fans. You’ve earned yourselves some free gear! Shoot an email over to info@mishkanyc.com and we’ll take care of you.

Next Halloween the rest of you jump in and send some Mishka-A-Lanterns!

Since I’m habitually late when it comes to everything it was appropriate that today I started my spring cleaning. Amidst my T-Shirt organizing I was thrilled to re-find my once long lost Mishka KMFDM Tee. This was the first piece of Mishka clothing I ever owned and I remember wearing it like a uniform throughout the spring and summer of 2005 until it was a salty rag. Feeling pretty stoked about the find I threw it in the hamper to be reinstated into a second tour of service and continued digging through the piles of musty nostalgia. After another couple minutes I found this guy:

A completely deadstock KMFDM Tee I had stashed away and completely forgotten about. I remember I bought this Tee online because in 05′ Mishka was pretty hard to come by up North. I also remember that I wasn’t accustomed to waiting for things in the mail and when the parcel took more than two weeks to arrive I wrote a strongly worded letter to the online shop I had ordered it from (not mishkanyc.com). Within literally a day of writing the email my parcel arrived and within a week of that one arriving a second identical parcel landed on my doorstep.

I feel as though this Tee needs to be passed like a torch so that someone else can relive my glorious summer of 05′ that was chalk full of drunk chicks trying to read backwards block fonts, Jager, Midtown, and unintentionally shitting on Depeche Mode fans.

Rick Mercer – Talking to Americans

On a day where I’m proud to be a Canadian, I share with you all how slow you, my neighbors to the south really are. We take a brutal beating on T.V. and movies all year long from you Americans. We are always the butt of your jokes. Well all I have to say is this, God bless Rick Mercer! Happy Canada Day everyone.

I know it’s 45min, but its the best shit you will ever watch! Go get some food, and pour some Maple Syrup on it and enjoy.

Once again, rap all night long at The Ossington in Toronto tomorrow night. Leave your mousy attitudes and gypster costumes at home.

I have had easily the best Birthday week of my my quarter century existence and as a result I want to give Jah thanks for everything that wakes me up in the morning. In no particular order:

Beige T’s, irony, sneaking into anything, patio furniture, VHS, trees, Peter Jackson(no director), Hurricanes, salmon, alienating neighbors, having 5 dollars in my pocket, family, broken glass, shrooms, the dog bowl, Subway, camera phones that don’t make a noise when you take a picture, coke rap, crop dusting, hating for the sport of it, battery powered speakers, RedTube, black coffee, black wiggers, diggereedoods, Chris D for the link to the picture above, rappers being interviewed by people that say ‘Guns’ and ‘Bitches’ in quotations, charcoal grills and smoke, catching wreck, other countries, prolly’d, chin straps, crashing other people’s bikes, scooters and motorcycles, movie theaters, trips out of the city, 24 hour grocery stores, telling everyone how much I hate Vancouver without ever having visited, pwnage, people that wear Docs in the summer, leftovers, matches, Tracy Morgan, art fags getting called jocks, Caplansky’s Deli, anything free, Chinatown, snakes, shitty times 4 a change, all my homies that laugh as much as I do, the most beautiful and patient woman I’ve ever met…

I haven’t even begun to dent my list but I’ve got to go to work now. If I’ve left out anything obvious hit the comments.

Following in line in the great tradition of low-brow sleeze punk shows such as T.V. Party, Rappin with The Rickster, Richard Bey, U.S.A. Up All Nite and let’s say…  a little Cinema of the Transgression we present to you The Creepy Touch with your host Toilet Cobra AKA Nick Gazin! Just who is The Toilet Cobra? Well if you ask me I’ll tell you he’s some scumbag native New Yorker with the gift of gab, looks that kill, and a certain talent to get people to reveal their creepier sides on camera. You may have seen him lurking in the shadows or passed out with his pants down, but don’t let that scare you as we’ve just given him a public forum to expose themselves and those willing and unwilling participants to their Creepy Touch. Paired with the visual magic and genius editing of The Vidiot, from music to movies, to the men and women on the city streets The Creepy Touch got it covered and is coming for you next… YOU’RE GONNA GET TOUCHED!

In this episode: Nobunny is the subject of this, the first episode of the Creepy Touch.  The Toilet Cobra is mostly invisible in this episode due to shyness and the ability to be invisible.  Nobunny’s mask is disgusting.  While he was putting it on it fell on the floor and when he picked it up it was sopping with the liquids that pool on bathroom floors when it rains.  Then he put that piss mop right on his mug. Ugh!