These are fierce creatures, these Los Angeles Fleas. I hate their tiny asses, for one, and I'm sure I'm not alone. ( Read more... )

Well, after a long period, about three years, of temping, contract work, unsteady gigging at $7 an hour as a movie PA, I was hired today by one of the studios. This is the first time in my life I've had a regular job for a for-profit company, so the benefits package is unbelievable. (I've either had jobs that carried no insurance or worked for ( Read more... )

I'm so tired. This has been a tiring week, dealing with annoying pests, like fleas at home, petty tyrants elsewhere, and irony-deficient snark trolls on line, has worn me down. It appears I've rid my cat and much of my apartment of this generation of the fleas, and I'm trying to set my sights now on healing up my skin. It's really difficult ( Read more... )

If the plague hits again, I'm a goner. Every summer, no matter how hard I try, my home becomes the Bombay of fleas. A sudden explosion of fleas can occur over night. I remember the first year I moved to LA, back in 95, the eldest of my two cats who was 15 at the time nearly died. She was wobbling around and falling over. The other cat was hit, ( Read more... )