Gotta admit, I submitted my request to attend the Michael Jackson Memorial at Staples Center tomorrow far more to just bear witness to the public spectacle than to publicly bare any grief at his passing. And when yesterday came and went without getting confirmation — especially with the news that I was literally among a …
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What with the fireworks going off around the way and us rigging the trap in hopes of putting an end to Bink being AWOLÂ for coming on four months, I slept in disturbed and anticipatory fits and starts last night, and finally decided to rise at 3:36 a.m to find Venus confined beautifully within the …
All our animals are rescues in one way or another, whether we found them or they found us, our menagerie is all a matter of crucial timing and/or serendipity — and that includes our Russian tortoise Buster who my mother basically unearthed whiled gardening in the yard of her Sherman Oaks home back in October …
After trying and failing a couple weeks ago with the old tilted-box-balanced-on-a-stick-tied-with-string trick to catch our long self-exiled Bink, I spent waaaaay too much money on what we hoped would be a more effective capture apparatus — and one that didn’t require us to stand around in the dark waiting for Bink to mosey on …
Frankly though I’ve mourned the passing of a voice and talent that I literally grew up with, Michael Jackson’s public memorial madhouse service scheduled for Tuesday at Staples Center is so not a be-all/end-all event for me and I submitted my request for tickets rather sheepishly. I’ll be veeeeeeeery surprised if my name gets pulled …
On the surface I could bitch and moan about getting my 15th flat of the year thanks to this little fella picked up somewhere on the ride home that managed to make its way through the tire tread and tube just after I passed Hoover on Jefferson in front of USC: But the fact is …
You might look at the numbers in that headline and wonder what kind of fail magnet I am for so many minor misfortunes, but in dealing with the amount of cycling I’m doing, my philosphy is simple: Flats Happen. Some of them are not my fault as in this what-are-the-odds 3/8ths-inch metal splinter no thicker …