Best Of The Worst

With the pending release of a new video game called Bad Day L.A. in which the city gets tsunami’d, earthquaked, meteor’d along with other natural and unnatural disasters, Mack Reed over at L.A. Voice is echoing L.A. City Nerd in wondering and cataloguing what’s perhaps the definitive worst day in L.A.’s history. From my perspective …

The Great Escaper

I’ve been feeling guilty about Buster the tortoise who hasn’t gotten near enough porch/outdoor time this summer. What with our vacation and now painting the house (and the fact that frankly Buster’s low-maintenance aspects make it easy to forget about her) she just hasn’t gotten out and about all that often of late. So yesterday …

Radio Killed The Radio Star

There’s been a lot of anger and frustration among country-western music fans over the sudden switch of their flagship station KZLA last week to a more contemporary urban dance music format. Even though I’ve never once in my life listened to the station I can certainly feel their pain and relate to their cries of …

I’m Finished Venting

Back in May I posted about having an inspector call to examine what turned out to be the unapprovable installation of the venting pipes leading from the new water heaters put in earlier that month. I had grand plans of making it a DIY job instead of attempting to get the negligent plumbing company in …

No Bull

So in this case, my shaky practice of adding unknown films to my Netflix list based on some positive reviews paid off. Susan and I spun The Matador last night. Starring Pierce Brosnan and Greg Kinnear and Hope Davis as Kinnear’s wife the film came and went in 2005 and it’s too bad because it …

Quick Hit: Justice Fatigue

In reading the story of the suspect arrested in the JonBenet Ramsey murder case in yesterday’s L.A. Times I turn to the inside and find a picture of a woman placing a note at the Georgia burial place of JonBenet’s mom Patsy (who died in June of this year from ovarian cancer). The note reportedly …

A Cool Thousand

With tonight’s edition of our weekly Thursday evening downtowner ride, my odomoter clicked passed 1,000 miles for this year. No way will I top my record year of 2,644 registered in 2003 (which was made up mostly of all the training for and riding of my 475-mile trek from San Francisco to Santa Clarita), but …