Merry Day!

At the risk of confirming all your ideas of LA trashiness, here is a nativity-type scene recently spotted one block over from mine. It's in a brick niche carved out of a steep hill on street level. The Bratz (sp?) have what appear to be wings made out of real feathers. Enjoy!

*L

Hell froze over (aka: Its a Christmas Miracle!)

Well, here you have it. Photos. Check out the food spread! Mmmmm, oysters. Mmmmmm, caviar. You gotta love the blue ribbon guys for making an already special occassion even better. And for taking great camera phone pictures. I wish you both had been there. j

In the Spirit

I used to watch Alvin and the Chimpmunks occasionally when I was little; an odd compliment from a (then) kid who absolutely hated Sesame Street. Talk about legs, there's a yet another (geez 25 years and counting?...) Alvin and friends movie...recycling takes many forms.

Something about their squeaking held me captive; glad I grew out of that weirdness. ahem.
splat. know where I won't be Dec. 23rd. k

But he's so cute!

Well, I wish I could say I have something else to post other than my dog. Alas, months and months have gone by and no, nothing. Just dog. So, he's 8 months old now. 95 pounds. A giant goofball. J

Oh, and, this is how he sleeps:

fail

so close.

my morning....

(this white car is about to hit 2 ft of water...yippee. I am taking shelter via the underpass, scooter illegalishly wedged off to the right. :: phone cam not as good as L's...)


hmph, I had a rough couple of hours, which involved awesome wind, rain, flooding, getting stuck, likely ruining my boots (!@#$), soaking a library book and freezing...all of this fun was had on my scooter. Attention, 1-2 foot huge puddles and scooters do not mix. If I could of had picked it up and threw it, I would've. The below cheered me right up. It might well become my new silly standby, displacing this genius. Maybe not.


Note: I didn't actually want tc's puss on smear either, but hopefully it's worth pain.

from above

Just a couple more images to entice potential visitors... The view from my landlord's porch, which I am granted full access to whenever he's out of town. No cracks about smog, please--that haze is actually just due to poor photo quality since these were taken on my cell phone. Imagine what pictures from a real camera would look like! Then imagine what reality would look like! Then come visit!

*L

Sassy captcha

what is with this sassy captcha? I had better not be getting the flu, and really I feel fine. But now that you made me type it-twice- and what is with that? Well, one wonders.

yours in health,
ksmear

wolf

I don't really have to say anything about this, do I? Even you, J, must have seen those damn t-shirts by now...

*L

You should see my new house

Even though it's not really mine, and is only a part of a house.

Here are some promised pictures to give an impression of my new home. There is also a bathroom, kitchen and dining area that don't photograph well. Please note that the living room is actually very bright and flooded with all-day sunshine, but I chose the pictures that make it look dark because the colors look richer. And the darkness obscures the disorderly appearance of the room at the time of photo-taking.

I have an office area set up to the left of the room below, but it was way messy.

Also note the extreme wood panelling in the bedroom. The dining area and hallway are also covered with it. Unfortunately, it's not the prettiest wood you've ever seen, but whatever, flaws add character. I guess.

There are pretty flowers outside the bedroom windows. They attract butterflies and hummingbirds, which certainly entertains the cat.

The garden, with a little corner of my patio visible, with a lonely-looking chair. Don't be fooled! There is another chair and a table behind the Giant Bird of Paradise.

Um, that is a hot tub on the right. And the downtown skyline in the background. It looks much closer in person. It's pretty much ridiculous.

Perk not pictured: my landlord has an adorable, affectionate Rottweiler who I hang out with sometimes on my lunch break. I love him, even though he clearly wants to eat my cat.

Smearers, come visit!

*L