Photo Phriday 12.21.07

LIVE! From Culver City!

Ahhh...Colorful Culver City, Cal-i-for-ni-a...


...home of the Kirk Douglass Theater...which has a box office with a hairstyle to match its namesake...


...also home to Lucy, Desi and Bubalu.

Today I Scanned Cheese

As I was waiting for the printer to warm up this AM, I grabbed this off a gift basket and scanned it not only to myself but to co-workers. Though I distributed it anonymously, most of them surmised who the culprit was. What can I say? My reputation preceeds me.

Need...more...food...

I just got back from a ride and ate a burrito for lunch, but it's not enough. What I've really been craving--for a few days now--are some sour gummi somethings or those sour apple straws and the post-workout famine is allowing me to justify it. Unfortunately, the closest thing we have in our vending machine is Starburst and I'm going to spend all my crap food credits on those. I'm pretty sure they are made of plastic and I know they're not nearly sour enough, but they'll have to do.

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The plastic Starburst wrapping machine must have been on 'tight' this week as it's nearly impossible to get the little individual wrappers off.

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"What? Haven't you ever seen a grown man at work opening Starburst with a groady X-Acto knife?"

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Busybodies.

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For the record I like Starburst flavors in this order:

1. Cherry

2. Lemon

3. Strawberry

4. Orange

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Also, when I do eat sour gummi patch whatevers, I shake the extra sour sugar from the bottom of the package directly into my mouth. I've also been known to freebase pretzel salt. There's nothing to shake in Starburst.

Photo Phriday 12.7.07

Here I am hounding Naked Raygun vocalist Jeff Pizzati at the Blank Club on Wednesday. I wanted us to throw up the "312" but I ended up doing a dorky "thumbs-up" instead. Some things never change. Photo: Troy D.

I pedal thwacked my shin while mountain biking a couple months ago and opened up this pretty fountain of red. I probably should have gone in for a stitch or two, but I didn't...it kinda left a mark. Permanent like.

Smells Like Bacon

I took side streets part of the way to work today to avoid a slickery 280 on the first day of rain. And near the train station all that still stands of Stephen's Meat Products is their dancin' pig sign. The rest is just a dirt lot now. I think it had been closed for some time....but I'm glad they kept the sign, for now anyway. I was so excited, I got out the Instamatic and took a snap shot of it. And made a t-shirt out of it....you can get one here.