Hobbit Feet

To continue the epic poem started in my last post – wherein I battled with a meth-addled Gandalf – I offer another LORD OF THE RINGS-esque chapter from my travels to the mystical Simi Valley. It all started when a potent combo of night shoots and morning rush hour threatened to turn my SUV into a bedroom on wheels. And while there’s nothing quite like the rush of waking up to find...

On Educating Our Children About the Forthcoming Zombie Apocalypse

When you’re living in Los Angeles, plenty of things become easy to forget – mere trifles such as civility, fundamental traffic laws and, somewhat surprisingly, the fact that the entire county is built on a desert. Now before you cross your arms, get that smug look on your face – you know the one – and ask “what, the palm trees and triple-digit heat didn’t give it...

Happy Birthday, Bloggy

Today’s the day that this here internets outpost enters its terrible two’s! Happy birthday, virutal me. I know I’ve neglected you for almost a month – shattering the neglect record I’d previously set when entrusted with the care of my younger siblings for three weeks back in ’92 – but I assure you that absence only made the heart grow fonder. And things are going to...