the west is the best, get here and we'll do the rest, something something blue bus
I went to California to visit my cousin this past Tuesday. After missing my flight, getting rebooked, and coming into the bear state (more like the UNbearable state, if you axe me! HI-YO!!) 6 hours past schedule and spending another 3 hours in the world famous Los Angeles traffic I went to the Marine base in Twentynine Palms where my cousin and her husband live. It's in the desert about equally distant from Los Angeles and Los Vegas, so despite being in the middle of America's Litter Box it's a great place to make day trips to LA or Vegas or, if you were a gay man, Palm Springs. I never went to Vegas, which sucked. Supposedly you can walk down the street with a beer in hand as there are virtually no cops, just armies of Casino security. Since I was only in Cali for 4 days (about half as long as my mom, sister, uncle and gradmother stayed) I never went, but everyone else in my family had gone. Twice. Gay.
This is on the way to LA. At the top of the picture are windmills that power about 1% of the power about two states over. Horribly inefficient but they're all over the fucking place. The unknown pair of tools at the bottom of the picture gives one the idea of how huge the windmills are.
This was taken on the main freeway that goes into LA, right before the outskirts of the city. You can just barely see it but there's a big ass mountain taking up the space of the entire picture that's almost completely obscured by smog. LA is that fucking polluted.
Some of downtown Los Angeles and my uncle's arm (and people think I'm hairy). Not that impressive, but I swear to god the smog played a big part in it being really difficult to get any decent pictures of buildings bigger than gas stations.
This is where the celebrities go to buy souvenirs to remind them of their visit to Hollywood.
Chinese Theater
From the same spot looking up
My cous and her husband. From the same spot looking slightly to the right.
From the Chinese Theater we took a 2 hour tour into Beverly Hills. I learned alot, the tour guide was an Armenian named Yervente or some shit who was really funny and very familiar with Hollywood and its history. I didn't get any pictures since it was getting dark and the windows in the tour van were tinted, causing my camera's flash to reflect and take a picture of an indiscernible white nothing, but if anyone cares I did see-
Where John Belushi died
Where River Phoenix died
Where John Stamponeli died
Where David Spade was shot by his assistant for being David Spade.
Where JFK and Marilyn Monroe fucked
Where Hugh Grant and Divine Brown almost fucked
Where Michael Jackson went to elementary school
The houses of-
The Osborne’s
Elvis
Lucille O'ball (yeah I spelt it wrong but she's dead, who gives a shit)
Jimmy Stewart
David Spade
Tom Cruise (his fence)
Courtney Cox
Billy Bob Thornton
Clark Gable
A bunch of other people I don't care about
I don't follow celebrities, and I really hate people who make it a hobby to follow their personal lives as if there was something more important about the lives of celebrities over the lives of real people. Everyone fails to realize to what extent the drama in Hollywood is manufactured. (EDIT: There use to be a rant here expounding on this point but I went back and omitted it, too irrelevant)
At the same time, I think everyone should go to Hollywood/Beverly Hills. It's a fascinating place with a rich history both for people who think Celebes are gods among men or if your like me and see them as whiny spoiled babies trapped and cornered by their own fame in the backyard of Southern California.
California Uber Alles indeed.
This is on the way to LA. At the top of the picture are windmills that power about 1% of the power about two states over. Horribly inefficient but they're all over the fucking place. The unknown pair of tools at the bottom of the picture gives one the idea of how huge the windmills are.
This was taken on the main freeway that goes into LA, right before the outskirts of the city. You can just barely see it but there's a big ass mountain taking up the space of the entire picture that's almost completely obscured by smog. LA is that fucking polluted.
Some of downtown Los Angeles and my uncle's arm (and people think I'm hairy). Not that impressive, but I swear to god the smog played a big part in it being really difficult to get any decent pictures of buildings bigger than gas stations.
This is where the celebrities go to buy souvenirs to remind them of their visit to Hollywood.
Chinese Theater
From the same spot looking up
My cous and her husband. From the same spot looking slightly to the right.
From the Chinese Theater we took a 2 hour tour into Beverly Hills. I learned alot, the tour guide was an Armenian named Yervente or some shit who was really funny and very familiar with Hollywood and its history. I didn't get any pictures since it was getting dark and the windows in the tour van were tinted, causing my camera's flash to reflect and take a picture of an indiscernible white nothing, but if anyone cares I did see-
Where John Belushi died
Where River Phoenix died
Where John Stamponeli died
Where David Spade was shot by his assistant for being David Spade.
Where JFK and Marilyn Monroe fucked
Where Hugh Grant and Divine Brown almost fucked
Where Michael Jackson went to elementary school
The houses of-
The Osborne’s
Elvis
Lucille O'ball (yeah I spelt it wrong but she's dead, who gives a shit)
Jimmy Stewart
David Spade
Tom Cruise (his fence)
Courtney Cox
Billy Bob Thornton
Clark Gable
A bunch of other people I don't care about
I don't follow celebrities, and I really hate people who make it a hobby to follow their personal lives as if there was something more important about the lives of celebrities over the lives of real people. Everyone fails to realize to what extent the drama in Hollywood is manufactured. (EDIT: There use to be a rant here expounding on this point but I went back and omitted it, too irrelevant)
At the same time, I think everyone should go to Hollywood/Beverly Hills. It's a fascinating place with a rich history both for people who think Celebes are gods among men or if your like me and see them as whiny spoiled babies trapped and cornered by their own fame in the backyard of Southern California.
California Uber Alles indeed.