I'm pretty sure Aimee Mann is here in the Starbucks I'm in right now. The one on Sunset where I once saw Nicholas Brendon and Anthony Heald on the same day.

If it's her, she hasn't blondified her hair in a while -- it looks a little ash-y, instead of platinum-y. Michael Penn is not in evidence.

I can't think of anything else to say about that.

I am sitting here writing in a coffeehouse, and using my headphones in public for the first time I can remember. Turned up high. I am not doing so because I need to be unconnected from my surroundings to work, nor because I don't like the music the coffeehouse offers. It's just because I'm sitting next to three of the loudest-talking and - most ( Read more... )