I have been following the Writers Strike very closely for the past two weeks, as its persistence has affected many people I know and care about. My relentless endeavors have led me to this: 
* As seen along the curb of what may very well be the plaza of Cameo Plaza, which is basically just the traffic island in the intersection of Rodeo and Jefferson.
Jesus fuckingchrist.Also, this shit deserves a massive round o plause...
This is some horrific shit
Recalled items seem to find a second life on eBay. How wrong, on so may levels.
Speaking of eBay, a Craiglist post claims that a Florida man (read: I hope to fucking God this guy's from Venice) found and sold a sea monster on eBay. 
"The ugliest thing I've ever seen" said Liza Marciano, a 9 year old Tampa resident who happened to sea the creature when it was captured.
The little petrified fucker sold for $450.00.
I could shit in a colostomy bag with less effort and give you that crap for free (no pun intended.) Jesus H, some people are so greedy...
This somewhat looks like a Matel doll.... I wonder if this is eligable for my "the most important website of the year, too.
I have been contacted by Frances Bean's alleged grandfather, Hank Harrison.
I am not quite sure what to think of this, but he invited me horse back riding.
I have the email exchange in my inbox to prove that I am not making this up. However, the correspondence will not be disclosed so as to keep SOME of his privacy intact. This is very, very weird...
"The Largest Vortex in Los Angeles" award officially goes to 6th St. Gallery in downtown. Not only have I personally lost shoes, money, clothing and dignity all in this little work-living space that lacks even a functioning toilet (stay out of the red room!), now the black hole has spread to incorporate even more horrible losses.
>>> These are the innocent faces of those involved (thank you Ryan)
>>> This is their music
>>> This is their plea.
do the right thing
These are my shoes (that I never got back)
And this is my paypal account, if anyone's feeling generous.
The warehouse owners are by now dear friends, but unbeknowst to some they have compiled a pretty hefty Christmas list of things eaten by their residence. Take care children, but beware.
