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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Tuesday afternoon I get on my bike and roll over to Samy’s Camera on Fairfax because I’ve been long overdue in replinishing various lens caps and covers and such that have been since sacrificed to the lens cap gods and gone for some time. On my list is a 58mm cover for the big telephoto …
Those of long-suffering readers know that when an incident such as yesterday’s nearby noisemakers transpires I’m pretty much entirely incapable of not stepping to the trangressors with some sort of written response: August 14, 2006 To: Those responsible for the noise yesterday I can’t and won’t speak for my fellow neighbors who live even closer …
Here we go. Dogs get fleas. I get neighbors. More specifically rowdy craptastic decibel-loving punktard jackholes who repeatedly demonstrate their rank ability to disrespect anything but their own selfishly skewed perception of themselves at the centers of their own fucked up universes. This time I happen to be two houses south of that center. It’s …