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Sunday morning, I woke up from a bizarre dream: I was in an 80s spy show, and the arch villain was Mitt Romney. Not played by Mitt Romney, but the former governor of Massachusetts, the current Republican candidate, Mitt-as-he-is-now Romney. And he was attacking me with his flock of robot […]
So, I’m eating at the Pit Fire, when this Escalade SUV double parks, someone leaps out and a crowd of desperate people gathers. They’re holding cameras with giant lenses, all such regular looking guys, with one tattooed woman, looking bored. Six of them, pacing, waiting for their target (Lindsey Lohan […]
I know that the world is burning down around me, and the sky looks like Pompeii on a bad day, and that work will likely be a royal pain in the ass of clients and shit-eating, but you know what? I just ran ten miles, and the iPod was nice […]
After reading one complaint after another about how difficult it’s been to download Radiohead‘s new album, In Rainbows, I only have this to say: try getting up earlier, you lazy bastards. Yes, I pulled it down this morning around 4.30 before getting in the saddle. Yet another advantage to Ironman […]
Fucked up. That’s the best way to describe Canned Peaches in Syrup, now playing at the Furious Theatre. Since Ken works at the Pasadena Playhouse, we were treated to an evening of star-crossed love, questions of faith, and bad skin. Lots and lots of bad skin. Plus vomit. The performances […]
If you do anything at all to mess with Pushing Daisies, then it is over between us. I don’t care what you do with Lost or anything else, but leave this show alone and let it grow. It is perfect, perhaps the most perfect thing you’ve ever allowed on that […]