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- Taken at a stop light on Ventura Blvd after driving a friend to the doctor. I don't drink alcohol very often, but I thought, "Which liquor will I enjoy? None of them. But I do want to buy. It's time." The clock, fully functioning, was perfectly correct.
- I first heard The Fall on KNON in Dallas, Texas, sometime in the 80s. I began buying their records right away. Somebody posted this cleaned-up clip to YouTube last year, but I only now just learned about it, so I'm making everyone I know pay attention whether they like it or not. There is no more The Fall, but they made so many records I'll spend the rest of my life getting new ones I haven't heard yet, which was probably Mark E. Smith's plan for me.
- When bottled water began its Perrier/Evian ascent, I thought it was funny. You didn't need it. You could just go to the water fountain and put your mouth very close to the same spout that hundreds of strangers also used. Then the water fountains started disappearing. Then I began to have preferences. Dasani is revolting, for example, and, to quote Hacks, "Acqua Panna is best." Lately, though, the glass bottle of Acqua Panna is slowly disappearing from store shelves. I don't care for this. It tastes better in the glass bottle. Anyway, after a weirdly involved amount of searching, I found a place that still carries it in my preferred container, and I'm stockpiling.
- I've seen my first defacement of a Spencer Pratt billboard. He's running for Mayor of Los Angeles. Someone took spray paint to one of the shitty AI-produced campaign signs, which features hills on fire, homeless people, and a blonde lady with a stroller running from all of it. The message at the top: "Sick of the chaos? Ready to feel safe?" He says he's moving if he loses. Stop selling, young man.
- This Sunday, the Pride parade runs down Santa Monica Blvd, adjacent to my block. Even when I'm not on the street to witness it, I can hear the music from the floats all the way up at our apartment building. At least once a year a parade-route vehicle blasts Gloria Gaynor's gay anthem, "I Am What I Am." This year, I hope everyone on the planning committees got the memo about this person and that music is benched. When one donates money to MAGA politicians, one loses the support of the people MAGA politicians love to persecute. This basic 90s substitute is available, and the go-go dancers know it well.
