Write, right.

I think I'm the hardest working writer at TVgasm this week. Three shows is a bit much, but luckily one was a reunion episode and doesn't require the normal time-sucking devotion and dedication a regular one does.

So I'm linking to my brand new show at TVgasm, which I really don't do around here, but all my sensationalness is over there these days, so it's best to find me there. Plus, unlike my usual shows, it doesn't require you to watch every week, or to watch it at all, to enjoy a nice skewering of it.

Anyway, I'm finally starting to pack up tomorrow. I keep thinking it won't take that long. But I know I think that every time I move and then two hours in I realize the joke is on me.

And I still have to do that reunion recap.

Decisions, decisions

Writing job in San Francisco or celebrity nanny job that's LA/NYC bi-coastal plus international travel?

Thoughts?

Three things I have learned this week.

1) Freaks and Geeks is possibly the best TV show ever made.

(And now I've officially seen something with James Franco in it.)




2) No matter how dead they are, cockroaches will always scare the living bejesus out of me. Especially when you wake up in the morning to find them in your otherwise clean sink.



3) Despite the fact that, other than myself, only a male gay couple has occupied the hipster shed, I still managed to find dirty, lacy girls' panties wadded up inside a Longs drugstore bag and shoved in the back of my pantry. I have no idea whose they are, how long they've been there or why they were balled up and shoved in a Longs shopping bag that somehow found its way to my pantry. I've never even shopped at Longs. Frankly it grossed me out as much as the cockroach. And they'd *definitely* been worn by a girl. I haven't the foggiest how they wound up there.

Unfortunately no visual for my third lesson of the week. The skivvies did NOT get photographed. They were promptly discarded.

It hasn't been a good day for my kitchen.

Friends in High Places

View from Coco's driveway. Sausalito. Saturday afternoon.



I haven't had any true alone time since Thursday evening other than some bathroom time and a few car trips between San Mateo and Marin county. I'm back in LA, but the lack of alone time will continue until tomorrow night when I then kill myself trying to get last week's Step It Up recap together and then the Paradise Hotel finale. Neither of which I've watched yet.

This flurry of various activities sure makes it look like I have a social life, and/or a life outside the interweb at all, which is truly not the case. I apologize for any misleading.

Where are you, Lady Sensation?

Your devoted blogger is up in the Bay Area yet again, wrapping up old projects and starting some new ones.

Big changes are afoot: moving, writing, careering. Change is certainly in the air. I know I'm not the only one packing up and moving residence this month. And even my one constant for the past year completely reinvented themselves outta nowhere. (RIP Dragon.)

It's an exciting time to be alive and I'll be back on track after the weekend.

I'm on a California mission. But, fear not, too much time away from the computer and I get the shakes.

Literal California mission.

Documentary Short

I am busy as a bee at the moment, and have no time for such frivolities as "blogging". But I do have time to watch the latest studies in dating. Watch and weep as your life is put on blast.

Sign Language

It was a good weekend in sign-spotting. While driving on the 2 freeway I passed through an Adopt-a-Highway stretch that is sponsored by "Atheists United". I rarely notice these signs, but I'm glad my brain lojacked that one. It sure got the old mind wheels a-turnin'. Atheists are united and picking up trash in Glendale? Who knew atheists were so into preserving and protecting god's creation? I am fascinated by this group. They simply call themselves a "freethought" organization, which is so vanilla! Seriously, atheists. Where are the tortured missives of Nietzsche? The poetic angst of Somerset Maugham? The scathing dialectic of Bertrand Russell? I LMAO at these guys. When atheists are united and picking flowers on the highway, you know they're practically universe-loving hippies and are one free thought away from a drum circle. Trust.

And in what I consider not only a crowning achievement in signage, but also specialty retail, at long last I captured the sign (technically two) that I've been admiring and scratching my head over for several years now. Ex and I finally day-tripped down to Garden Grove. We go every few months and our destination is worth another post entirely , but for today I can't be bothered with that aspect of the journey. I still just marvel over how lucky I am to get to see this action.

I've drawn arrows to highlight the signs in question.



If you can think of two more random and yet elegant combinations of merchandise to sell together, I'm sure this shopping center has more retail space available. And I encourage you to let me know your match-ups, because these ideas fill my heart with glee. I like the thought that they picked two things out of a hat and things like "lawnmowers" and "doggy clothes" were also in the mix.

Next time I'm going in. If I'm lucky enough, maybe I can get shoes MADE of artificial flowers.

Wood the real Norweigan please stand up?

Now I think I'm seeing our Norweigan-with-an-identity-crisis everywhere. I went out here tonight and could've sworn the guy three seats down from me was the man in question. And this is why I'm probably wrong that I actually know this person. Every damn relatively attractive hipster dude kinda looks like him. Same brown mop and coifed facial hair. I had to stare him down to realize that his eyes were too close together to be la vraie chose.

In obvious blog news, I finally changed up the font to something that's actually legible (Why didn't anyone say anything?) and added linkies to some of my favorite grrl bloggers. Read them, love them. Two of them I know personally and can vouch that they are super hot. The other two I'm just assuming.

Norwiegan Wood you please tell me who you are?

Group question: Who is this actor? The one who plays the son in this commercial. Because I swear I know him somehow. Yes, I realize that commercial actors are all supposed to be vaguely familiar to us so we can, like, relate to them and then feel the need to buy the product or whatever, but I promise it's not that. It isn't highly improbable that we've crossed paths in this LA commercial casting world. Can someone please help a girl out? I've watched it like thirty times trying to place the connection. And yes, maybe I've just seen him in something else and am not remembering what it was, in which case, I'll feel like a dumb-dumb for making a federal issue out of it. Although that wouldn't be the first time for that kind of thing.

And for the record, I think this commercial is a little on the old side, but I just discovered it last night while watching The Bachelor: London Calling on my Macbook while I ate dinner last night. Because that's the kind of thing a hot, young, single LA girl like myself does on a Tuesday evening while supping. Just checks on in with Chris Harrison and the gang. It's okay to be jealous of my glamorous lifestyle.

I bet these men are getting mad mailbox money for this one.

My kind's your kind, I'll stay the same.

This weekend was perfect. I cooked a little, rocked a little and wrote a lot.

Yes, Rock Band was back in effect and it was dreamy. It felt gold to belt out Miss Karen O's "Maps" and knock some Oasis out the park. I noticed my avatar scowls a bit more than I do and dresses like a hard ass, but the hair is spot on. I still like her.

Typical face.

My face when I'm not properly hydrated.

It's a gas

At last! Gas price outrage and interweb acronyms have joined forces. It's art that resonates, people. LMAO!!!

For those of you about to fake rock

After the cruel wait I've suffered this past month, I am finally reunited with my one true joy in life: ROCK BAND.

Can you see the green nails? So rock and roll to color coordinate.

Also this week my mom confessed she found my blog a while ago and is a quiet, avid reader. Tricky mom! So I will publicly thank her for sending me the most comfortable shoes my feet have ever seen. They don't understand how they suddenly got so lucky.

I take back all those nasty things I said about orthopedic footwear.

Yes, it's been an awesome week in mail.

Rockstars LOVE mail and orthopedic shoes.

Visuals to come. You are all invited to be my groupies.