Three pictures of note, plus Today's Hero*
*Apologies to djmrswhite for stealing his title style.
So here are three pictures I feel you should see.
First off, nautibitz and lovebytez SAY they haven't made it to L.A. yet, but look, just LOOK at the proof I offer here, captured as I crept along a major Los Angeles freeway!
Just say no to tagging, Nauti! Clean up your act! Or at least call me to come partying with you guys when you go!
Then a few days later, still stinging from the shock of Nauti's (new) debauchery, I saw this woman at the bus stop:
The significance of this photo is the woman's Von Dutch T-shirt. You know what it means when you see a woman like this wearing one? It means the Von Dutch thing IS OVER. OH-VER! As in OVER at the BUS STOP on the nasty-ass corner of Santa Monica and Vine, resting on the uni-boob of a grandmother in sweats. You wear it, you're that uncool. So STOP it. (Actually, the only way to know a fad is even MORE over is when you see "Kathy" in the cartoon strips doing it.)
Last of the pix: this was the display in a West Hollywood furniture store tonight.
Eye-catching yet pretentious, and still, just so L.A. -- where do you GET a life-sized blue plastic LION to complete a display? And where do you get the idea that you NEED one? Answers, people, I need answers...wait, actually, the blue matching bookends make me think they must sell the blue plastic lion. Oh, try explaining that to the S.O.: "But Honey, if we get a second one the bedroom will look like the New York Public Library! Won't that make our lives complete?"
And now, the story of My Hero For Today:
I approached the Starbucks counter this afternooon, just in time to hear the last of a conversation between two barristas, who for story purposes I'll name A and B - Amy and Barbara, let's say. Amy was a young woman whose most notable feature was that her right arm ended at the elbow - half an arm. She even had some tattoos adorning the stump. I couldn't hear the end of Amy's sentence, but Barbara answered with something like, "If it makes you feel any better, I know someone who just spent $1000 on a monitor and it didn't work after just two days."
Amy good-naturedly replied: "You know, I gain no relief from other people's misery. Comparing, just doesn't do it for me." Jokes were made back and forth along this general line. Barbara acknowledged and moved on, just as good-naturedly, collecting a stack of heavy ceramic serving dishes.
Amy took my order, till both of us jumped at the sound of a violently loud crash nearby - Barbara had dropped one of the heavy ceramic dishes, shattering it. "Thank you, I'll be here all week!" she announced, leaning to clean up the pieces. More jokes were made. A short lull occurred. And then...
"If it makes you feel any better," grinned Amy evilly to Barbara, "my arm got ripped off."
MY.
HERO!
So here are three pictures I feel you should see.
First off, nautibitz and lovebytez SAY they haven't made it to L.A. yet, but look, just LOOK at the proof I offer here, captured as I crept along a major Los Angeles freeway!
Just say no to tagging, Nauti! Clean up your act! Or at least call me to come partying with you guys when you go!
Then a few days later, still stinging from the shock of Nauti's (new) debauchery, I saw this woman at the bus stop:
The significance of this photo is the woman's Von Dutch T-shirt. You know what it means when you see a woman like this wearing one? It means the Von Dutch thing IS OVER. OH-VER! As in OVER at the BUS STOP on the nasty-ass corner of Santa Monica and Vine, resting on the uni-boob of a grandmother in sweats. You wear it, you're that uncool. So STOP it. (Actually, the only way to know a fad is even MORE over is when you see "Kathy" in the cartoon strips doing it.)
Last of the pix: this was the display in a West Hollywood furniture store tonight.
Eye-catching yet pretentious, and still, just so L.A. -- where do you GET a life-sized blue plastic LION to complete a display? And where do you get the idea that you NEED one? Answers, people, I need answers...wait, actually, the blue matching bookends make me think they must sell the blue plastic lion. Oh, try explaining that to the S.O.: "But Honey, if we get a second one the bedroom will look like the New York Public Library! Won't that make our lives complete?"
And now, the story of My Hero For Today:
I approached the Starbucks counter this afternooon, just in time to hear the last of a conversation between two barristas, who for story purposes I'll name A and B - Amy and Barbara, let's say. Amy was a young woman whose most notable feature was that her right arm ended at the elbow - half an arm. She even had some tattoos adorning the stump. I couldn't hear the end of Amy's sentence, but Barbara answered with something like, "If it makes you feel any better, I know someone who just spent $1000 on a monitor and it didn't work after just two days."
Amy good-naturedly replied: "You know, I gain no relief from other people's misery. Comparing, just doesn't do it for me." Jokes were made back and forth along this general line. Barbara acknowledged and moved on, just as good-naturedly, collecting a stack of heavy ceramic serving dishes.
Amy took my order, till both of us jumped at the sound of a violently loud crash nearby - Barbara had dropped one of the heavy ceramic dishes, shattering it. "Thank you, I'll be here all week!" she announced, leaning to clean up the pieces. More jokes were made. A short lull occurred. And then...
"If it makes you feel any better," grinned Amy evilly to Barbara, "my arm got ripped off."
MY.
HERO!