Yes, that is a nine-year-old. Piano is outside of the Variety building at Wilshire and Fairfax.
Looks like I’m going on a picnic tomorrow. Maybe I should bring some extra pancakes.
There’s a place in Koreatown in between a thrift store and a seafood restaurant that you might not notice at first.
The front windows are soaped up and there is an automatic gate that blocks all but the front of the property off from the public. But this past Saturday, the gate was open. After some trepidation, I went inside.
I don’t know if the fact that I tiptoed around says more about me or the place. Probably more about the place. It kind of leaves me speechless, and also wanting some little Danish cookies. Let’s just look at some photos, shall we?
Benny made me watch this video of these amazing kids covering Rammstein. That Cornelia on the drums. AND THE HARP. I love you, Children Medieval Band.
Please do not cover this song:
So, last week I was in Manhattan, home of the Inflatable Medieval Flail™:
I stayed in a very small room in a boutique hotel in Midtown. I did a little research and learned that it had been renovated from an old YMCA building. Very early Wednesday morning I heard a repetitive slapping or thumping noise on the floor above me. I decided it was the ghost of a jump-roping YMCA patron.
During the earlier part of the week, I noticed that there was a decided lack of lost pet flyers in the city. I found it a little strange. But then on Wednesday night I passed by this sad gem in the East Village:
The blacked out part said “Fe”….
What have I been doing all week while you’ve had nothing to do here but post 27 new pieces of spam? Why, I’ve been in New York. More on that later, but for now, enjoy a little musical number.
Why do satyrs always have those terrible eyebrows? There’s a minute here when the satyr has normal looking eyebrows and at that point I’m not worried that he’s going to do something really bad to the fawn, but most of the cartoon makes me nervous. I know he winds up rescuing you and all, fawn, but I still don’t think you should be drinking wine with this guy.
The weather today is beautiful, but I have to say that something about the day itself is rather strange and sinister. On my way to work, as I drove down Beverly Blvd. I noticed about two blocks-worth of gutter filled with bras and panties and high heels. On my way to lunch, I encountered two bags of groceries in the crosswalk. A sack of oranges, a packet of sliced beef, and a bag of maybe sausages (but maybe turds) getting run over by cars as they drove by.
On his way to lunch, Benny walked by a dead dog in a box with a sign over it that said, “Do you recognize this dead dog?” Then he drove by a probably dead guy at the moment that the cops and ambulance were driving up to investigate. Then he got stuck behind a funeral procession.
I’m not sure what is happening here today. It sure would be nice if a bunch of balloons could just come and take us to Krakatoa.