Sunday, March 8, 2009
Sunday Musings
It’s Sunday afternoon in smoggy Los Angeles. Your humble narrator sips some Trader Joes Blood Orange soda from a URC and turns on the TiVo.
Battlestar has gone stupid. But The Graham Norton Show is his new obsession. The Brits always rule at comedy.
A helicopter circulates over the smog in Los Angeles proper. The city is bored today. Lazy. In molasses-like slo-mo.
Like a John Woo ending without the guns and doves.
Starlet hotts in houses near Larchmont, hung over from last night’s affairs on Hollywood Blvd, kick out spikey haired douchewanks into the blinding sun.
A dog barks. He hates popped collars.
Good for you, Sparky.
Have a biscuit.
