February 2009
14 posts
John Crichton's Letterman List
factsarenothing:
+ Earth + Dad + pizza + sex + cold beer + fast cars + sex + Aeryn + love
Oh sigh. Farscape. If The X-Files was my adolescent fling, Farscape was my first grownup love. You can still hear cries of “Lock up the women and hide the fried chicken, I’m coming home” if you’re near our apartment on a rainy night. Or actually any night where I need to be...
Do You Know Who Owns Trader Joe’s? - Freakonomics... →
meganwest:
The real meat of the story is breakdown Aldi owning TJ’s, but I like the tongue-in-cheek world division: 1. Those who have never been to a Trader Joe’s, and perhaps have never heard of it. 2. Those…
I find it fasciating (particularly in So Cal which has notorious grocery labor unions) that two of the cheap but healthy alternatives to the traditional grocery store (Fresh and Easy -...
Media Bistro Mixer Evidence →
Proof that I’m actually following through with my promise to try and network.
I followed it up with my first review on www.yelp.com about the bathroom at Blue Velvet.
God, does that mean I actually AM embracing the digital age?
“I think we’re contractually obliged to use him.”
– Chris Chibnall, on a potential appearance of Munch in Law & Order: UK [source] (via factsarenothing)
If this is true, I literally CANNOT WAIT.
(via lizlet)
I would therefore be compelled to make this must DL TV. My love for Munch surpasses so very much!
Expanding My Horizons
So I want to talk about the wacky Raymond Chandler tour I took this weekend, and more importantly about finally getting to Scoops as part of it, but mostly, I want to know who you are all following on Tumblr that you can’t live without.
Who am I missing out on?
Final Pushing Daisies Episodes to Air at Paley... →
I am a fan of television. Well-made TV and crappy procedurals both, but very little has given me the sense of joy in visual media in the past few years that Bryan Fuller’s Pushing Daisies did. I love the hyper-saturated color palette, the sweetness of the characters and the underlying bite underneath. The whimsy and the dark humor hidden under sunny yellows and Kristen Chenoweth’s...
Los Angeles I'm Yours, And I Mean That Ironically
Oh LA, seriously? This morning, the Moorish castle in the alley behind me (the Moorish castle which started life as a regular over-sized house built into a hill portion of the Hollywood Hills) was doing something that required four valets at 10 a.m. Streams of fancy cars were plowing down my alley (the self- same alley I need to escape from my house and flee to work) and had to be directed into...
Media End Times
I can tell that the L.A. Times staffers are feeling the pinch of media’s lemminglike (although more real than the actual lemming mythology if recent studies are to be believed) pitch into the sea. Everyday, the prose gets a little wackier and a little more free-floating.
Today’s favorite: “…forcing consciousness into neat little boxes is like squishing live fish through a...
The Edison's Radio Room Reopens
downtownlobby:
Most of you L.A. locals have atleast heard of The Edison before. If you havent, search for the Edison review that I have done before. Anyways, The Radio Room is a smaller room within The Edison that is usually kept for VIP’s or just not you. But when Speakeasy Sundays were being held It opened the door to this private room to the public on its slower night. Speakeasy Sunday has...
Twitter is not the news source you're looking for
So, until now, Yahoo!News has been my news source of choice for the hysterical things that pop up mid-afternoon that qualify as “news” in there filter. There is ALWAYS an article that looks completely made up.
With the advent of Twitter, however, I’ve found a new source of “news” joy. For instance, in the past few days I’ve learned about:
* nerd pick up lines...
http://fruitbatsmusic.blogspot.com/ →
Saw them at The Echo, and they were pretty dreamy, plus the covers of “Helpless” with the lead singer of The Shins, and the encore cover of “You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere” may have swayed me permanently.
There’s always a piece of a live show that sneaks in, wraps around your heart and belly and curls in there so you’ll remember.
