First Look At Accidental Boulevard Slither Lake Spooky House 2010 Edition

click it for the bigger picture Over the last three days on lunch breaks and several times when my computer’s crashed and it was either A) Beat my head against the desk, or B) Walk away, I’ve performed that rite of fall and commenced spookitating the frontyard like the whacked-out Halloween-loving manboy I am. There …

Chik-Fil-A Cutz-N-Paystz El-A

During one of the many football games I watched this weekend, a Chik Fil-A commercial came on and I immediately recognized several downtown locations where it was filmed — including this process-shot two-fer at the end that I paused and snapped (click to enlarge): See, this scene doesn’t actually exist in nature. The fire station …

Yet Another Flubber Bullet Fired In The Never-Ending Battle over L.A.’s Fictitious “Eastside”

I may sigh in general fatigue knowing there’s no winning this war on ignorance, but that doesn’t mean I drop my armor and surrender from defending the true Eastside as well as my part of town against those blythe hoards ever-intent on conveniently jumping on the bandwagon with those who’ve come before them to dismissively …

Pen For Your Thoughts?

On my bike commute home last night, with everything feeling good, I was jolted back to reality in the form of a writing instrument. Just as the light turned green and I began to proceed across the intersection of Florence and La Cienega I felt the tap of something hit my back pack and when I looked over my right shoulder …

How’d He Do That?

So a couple days ago I decided to have some e-fun for Halloween. Specifically, I built a mock L.A. Times web page with a news feature headlined “Legend of the haunted Griffith Park picnic table” that I posted and linked to from Blogging.la: [click here to go to the complete story] It’s not my first …

The Enforcer

The following conversation took place between 1631 and 1633 hours in my imagination: Dispatcher: Parking Enforcement Dispatch, Officer No. 463, How may I help you? Me: Yes, there’s a vehicle partially blocking my driveway. Dispatcher: And what is your address? Me: 840 North—. Dispatcher: Is this Will? Me: Uh, yes… how did you know? Dispatcher: …