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Tom Waits – Christmas Card from a Hooker in MinneappolisIt was...

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 18:00:00 -0800

Tom Waits – Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneappolis

It was eighty degrees in Los Angeles today, a tricky, fall-threat heat that fooled me into wearing long sleeves and sweating half a gallon of regret. The local radio stations have already started up with their Deck the Halls and ‘Tis the Seasons, but this song just seemed more appropriate for my achy-skulled drive down Cesar Chavez. Particularly when trading bored looks with the corner dealer. Especially while craning my neck to see if that man splayed Jesucristo-like on the sidewalk was dead or just sneaking a nap on his gravel-and-gum Serta.

And call me a romantic, but “Hey Charlie, for Chrissakes, do you want to know the truth of it? I don’t have a husband. He don’t play the trombone” is just about the most beautiful little thing I’ve ever heard.

Gratuitous Photo Of Your Self-Loathing Wednesday

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 16:11:01 -0800

Gratuitous Photo Of Your Self-Loathing Wednesday

Rufus is the Takashi Murakami of the dog world.

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 11:32:00 -0800

Rufus is the Takashi Murakami of the dog world.

I’m no good at the beach.

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 11:39:54 -0800

I’m no good at the beach.

Sweet Jane -The Velvet Underground Jack is in his corset, and...

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 18:20:10 -0800

Sweet Jane -The Velvet Underground

Jack is in his corset, and Jane is in her vest. And me - I’m still in my pajamas writing fake historical celebrity tweets.

Happy Friday. Here’s a minute and a half of ‘Heavy...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 13:28:00 -0800

Happy Friday. Here’s a minute and a half of ‘Heavy Metal Parking Lot.’

“Wait, don’t tell me. Don’t tell me! You’re… a cumulus...

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:48:00 -0800

“Wait, don’t tell me. Don’t tell me! You’re… a cumulus cloud!”

“Um, no.”

“Okay, you’re… an exploded twinkie in a sandwich bag. No? Um, A pillow. A perforated ulcer? Abstract expressionism? Fuck, Sarah Palin?

“No, man, I’m blow.”

“Blow! Hey Travis, this guy’s blow. Like the white spray that comes out of a whale’s spout. That’s really clever, man. I like it.”

“No, I’m blow. Like cocaine. Cocaine, that’s why I’m wearing these dark glasses and doing that to my nose. Because I’m cocaine.”

“Oh. Well, at least you’re not in blackface.”

(via Vice’s Halloween)

Is That Giovanni Ribisi? - Weirdo Begeirdo I left my computer at...

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:29:33 -0800

Is That Giovanni Ribisi? - Weirdo Begeirdo

I left my computer at a friend’s loft and it came back to me with a few dozen extra songs. This one’s only 56 seconds long and instrumental, but I think it really captures the spirit of its title.

Letter From the Editor

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 13:30:00 -0800

Dear Robert,Thank you for your interest in the article “School bus driver ordered to stop playing...

Wipe that stupid grin off your face, Griffith Observatory. You...

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 11:48:00 -0800

Wipe that stupid grin off your face, Griffith Observatory. You do realize you’re wearing a dodgeball on your head? And still the shit-eater, huh? All right, I’m cutting you off now. The astronomers disapprove.

(Costumier: Eric)

mrwrong: TODAY’S QUALITY CONTROL What’s he in for, some...

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 14:13:50 -0700

mrwrong:

TODAY’S QUALITY CONTROL

What’s he in for, some kind of weapon charge?

I came across this chart my family and I made over dinner...

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 12:33:00 -0700

I came across this chart my family and I made over dinner several years ago. We’re such a functional little clan!

Dreft laundry detergent: #1 choice of pediatricians. Also, a...

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 14:09:00 -0700

Dreft laundry detergent: #1 choice of pediatricians. Also, a word straight out of Virginia Woolf:

“Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the detergent herself. For the clothes needed washing; they were strewn across the bench, looking drab and dreft atop the wicker. As she gathered the laundry she was overwhelmed by the immediacy of it all; this moment, the soiled bloomers, this dreft scent wafting from the kitchen. How dreftly strange it was, feeling this way, now wandering through the courtyard with her husband’s socks and a dreft heart; she waved at the gardener as he tended to his drefts, then suddenly threw the laundry into the air, freeing herself, allowing the clothes to float adreft in the winter sky.”

‘Inside the Actor’s Studio’ with Abby Hebein, Maria in Roosevelt High’s production of ‘West Side Story’

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 12:55:27 -0700

1. What is your favorite word?Recitative (it’s pronounced re-ci-ta-TEEV)2. What is your least...

‘Inside the Actor’s Studio’ with Alan Steiner, Tigger at Disneyland

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 12:02:00 -0700

1. What is your favorite word?Residuals.2. What is your least favorite word?I’m gonna have to go...

'Inside the Actor’s Studio' with Gary Millbanks, aka Sir Henry Stiffenwilly of the Irwindale Renaissance Faire

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 11:35:00 -0700

1. What is your favorite word?Frummagem’d clapperdogeon2. What is your least favorite...

Mary Wells - Bye Bye Baby The song that always gets all the...

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 13:28:00 -0700

Mary Wells - Bye Bye Baby

The song that always gets all the parents dancing. In that parent-dancing way of theirs.

This dog’s name is Lauren Barkall. Best Humphrey Bogart...

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 12:06:00 -0700

This dog’s name is Lauren Barkall. Best Humphrey Bogart pun wins a patronizing smile from both of us.

Old Jews Telling Jokes, Los Angeles shoot

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 10:46:33 -0700

Old Jews Telling Jokes, Los Angeles shoot

Rufus and Rallant #7

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 10:27:00 -0700

Rufus and Rallant #7