A sad State of affairs

While I continue to feel overjoyed and proud over Obama's victory, I am saddened and quite frankly disgusted by what looks to be a victory on Prop 8 (although apparently Gloria Allred is getting ready to file suit citing the prop as unconstitutional, my fingers are crossed) not to mention the similar propositions in Arizona and Arkansas. 

To those of you intolerant, self-righteous assholes who voted yes on 8, all I can say is you should be ashamed of your completely unChristian actions. You claim the moral high road, yet I don't think you even know what true morals are. You act in the name of religion and yet your actions reflect a complete and total misunderstanding of the fundamentals your religions are based on. When you finally reach those pearly gates you seem to think you have won entry through, you'd better hope Peter doesn't ask you if you ever passed judgement on your fellow man. I wish you all bitter divorces.

Watching history unfold

I can't stop smiling.

I was glued to the TV starting around 6pm last night, listening to the soothing sounds of Brian Williams' voice (somebody give this guy an award, he really is the best anchor on TV) and watching anxiously as the gray states turned blue and red. Despite my cold, I was ready to stay up all night waiting for the results and things were looking good when around 8pm they cut away to the local news feed. A few minutes later they cut back to the national feed and there on the screen was Obama's picture next to the words Barack Obama elected 44th President of the United States. I took me a whole minute to register what I was looking at, and once I understood I wholeheartedly believed the graphic was a mistake. In a panicked flashback to 2000 I thought they called it too early. What were they thinking?! But then they cut to the massive crowds in Chicago, zeroing in on the smiling, crying faces of so many proud Americans and as Brian Williams' comforting voice confirmed that it was in fact real, I knew it was okay to smile and I haven't stopped.

Now only one question remains, can he deliver? I think he can.

I Voted

I'm home sick today with a nasty cold so I was lucky enough to vote late this morning, avoiding the hour-long line my husband was in this morning for a less annoying twenty minute wait at 10am. I also avoided the working-world voter crowd and instead ended up in line with the much more entertaining unemployed/stay-at-home-mom/retiree/nutball crowd. Also couldn't help but be amused by the pollworkers scrambling around, yelling commands and wielding authority as if they were manning a naval tanker instead of volunteering at a preschool auditorium.

Now it's back to the couch for much needed rest and a catch-up session on All My Children until the election results start rolling in. If I could actually breathe, I'd be holding my breath in anticipation.

Happy Halloween!

And coming soon: sexy pedophile costume

Halloween is supposed to be scary, but this is just down right frightening. I get that some girls think Halloween is an excuse to dress like the dime-store hooker they secretly fantasize about being, but this is just getting ridiculous. What happened to good old fashioned witches and ghosts? 

Women loooove abortions

Was laughing in bed last night watching this bit on the Daily Show. I know I've said in the past that funny female comedians are few and far between, but between Tina Fey, Amy Poehler and Samantha Bee, I really think female comedians are making a splash in this campaign season, let's hope it lasts.

Obamanomics

An undecided friend sent me an email with this NY Times article detailing Obama's economic policies. As someone who knows nothing beyond minor basics when it comes to the economy and economic policy I found it really interesting and informative.  It also shed light, for me, on why I feel the presidential decision is so black and white and why I have trouble wrapping my head around those who say they are undecided. After reading his email and the ensuing eight page article it really hit me: I am the equivalent of an economic dummy and by default social issue has always taken precedence over economic policy when it comes to choosing party lines. I vote with my heart first... although that doesn't mean my mind disagrees.

In my friend's email he writes: "I'm a die-hard fiscal conservative who is also socially liberal. For me, this makes elections a bit like choosing a punch in the gut or a slap in the face..." 

This is a statement that I could never make simply because social policy will always outweigh economics in my mind, that's just how I think. Don't get me wrong of course I understand that the two are not separate of one another, both policies come hand in hand, but for me the choice will always be based on one hand more than other. Maybe that's a simple, naive way of looking at the world, I don't know. What I do know is, in this instance, regardless of the basis, the choice is clear to me.

There's a movie in here somewhere

I can't decide if this is hilarious or just plain sad. I'm not even sure how to wrap my head around the mechanics of this story. How can a virtual crime be realistically punishable? What does it say about where society is headed when the lines between real and fake have become so blurred?  Technology gives me a migraine.

Just say no to put-out politics.

Putting out for politics.

My vote? Obnoxiously retro.

Manolo No-no

I'm pretty sure Joe Six Pack doesn't appreciate his hard-earned campaign contributions being spent on Manolo Blahniks.

The Lost Effect

I'm still having a hard time accounting for my waning interest in television. My tv love affair began at a very young age and has run full steam until just recently. I'm not sure if my loss of interest reflects on poor programming, me growing up or a little of both. What I do know is that I'm not the only one not tuning in. Of all returning series this fall, with a few exceptions, almost all have seen significant drops in their viewership since previous seasons. 

Over the last few weeks I have been hacking away at my DVR season pass list, eliminating shows I no longer find worthy and I thought I was done trimming down, but suddenly I find myself wondering if Heroes is another show on the bubble. And I can't help thinking that if more dramas in this vein would take after the example of Lost and set an end date for the series, I wouldn't be having this dilemma. 

When I first read about Lost's creators setting an end date for the series I was disappointed at the idea that the series was now limited to a certain timeframe, but in hindsight I think it's the best thing they could have possibly done for that show. Setting a time table creates structure and inevitably determines that every moment has a purpose in moving the overall story forward and when every moment counts then every moment better be good. The problem with Heroes is that they have nothing but time on their hands. Without a set ending, the story is left meandering and running wild. All I keep thinking is where is this going? Will all of this time traveling nonsense really be worth the payoff? At this rate, I may not stick around long enough to find out.

Nanowrimo '08

Sixteen days and counting until the official start of National Novel Writing Month. For those of you unfamiliar Nanowrimo, now in it's tenth year, challenges writers to compose a 50,000 word novel in just one month. This will be my fifth year attempting to make the 50,000 word count, never having come close in the four years past, last year being my best attempt and still weighing in at a mere 17,000 and change by the end of November, I am determined that this will finally be the year I succeed. 

That said I'm still not sure what I plan to write about. In the past I have basically come up with a vague idea a few days prior and plunged in head first with no real idea of where I was going. This year I am thinking I should change things up a little, hoping to have an idea by the end of the week and begin plotting out a rough outline to have ready on November 1st. At the moment I am toying with the idea of a coming-of-age piece about a teenage girl in the early 90s that I have had in the back of my mind for a few months, but I'm still not 100% sold on that idea. I welcome any thoughts and suggestions!

Americans love talking dogs

Interesting article in the LA Times today about the disastrous box office opening for Body Of Lies and what that says about the state of Hollywood. I have been spouting off for as long as I can remember, to anyone who will listen that the million dollar mega-star era needs to be put in check and perhaps flops like this one will finally shine studios on to that idea as well. 

Will the real John McCain please stand up

While cleaning out my stockpile of unread magazines this weekend, I stumbled upon this lengthy piece on McCain in Rolling Stone and ended up spending the better half of Saturday morning reading it, which says a lot that I stuck with it because I tend to not be a huge fan of long-form journalism. While I feel everything written about politics these days (wether it be from the right or left camp) needs to be taken with a grain of salt, I thought this was a really eye-opening piece about McCain. And, yes, Rolling Stone is a music magazine, but when everyone seems to be turning to Comedy Central for their nightly news these days, does that really make it a less-reliable source?

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Things I am older than:

the space shuttle

E.T.

Trivial Pursuit

student protest at Tiananmen Square

Bart Simpson

laptop computers

Nintendo

Britney Spears

CDs

Where's Waldo

Pac Man

the World Wide Web

Prozac

MTV

disposable contact lenses

Cabbage Patch Kids

the war on drugs

Are you too old to superpoke?

Many factors, but most prominently the quickly impending day of my birth have got me wondering recently about outgrowing certain elements of our youth and how we know when that time has come. Not that twenty-eight is remotely "old" but it certainly is closer to the big three-zero than twenty-one. I have never considered myself an ahead of the curve hipster per say (hence the name of my blog, if you hadn't figured it out already), but I'd like to think I am fairly in touch with current pop culture, I blog, I have an iPhone and I watch the Daily Show. However, it seems lately that a lot of the things that once were a prominent part of my daily life I find I care less and less about and I have to wonder: is it because I am getting older?

Growing up in the MTV generation, it feels odd to outgrow my peer group's namesake, but MTV is just one of many things that I find no longer occupying the hemisphere of my general interests. In fact, television in general, something I literally grew up with, has recently become less relevant to my daily existence. I suppose it could be argued that, like our taste in food and drink, all our sensibilities in life are apt to change and "mature" over time, but for someone like myself, who has never really felt completely grown-up, knowing when that time to mature has come isn't always obvious. Facebook, for example like MTV, is certainly a youth oriented phenomenon and yet I don't feel out of place or compelled to shut down my account simply because I am one day closer to 30. How old is too old when it comes to social networking, is one of the questions raised in this Salon article.

All I know is if I hit 50 and I'm still super-poking, somebody please shoot me.

Satanic Chickens and Hitler

Just discovered this fantastic webcomic that I absolutely can't get enough of. More fun ways to procrastinate.

"You can register while pooping."

Am I the only one who finds this video relatively annoying (aside from a few hilarious lines from Sarah Silverman)? I guess celebrity activists just rub me the wrong way, but there is something nauseating about watching people, who essentially lie for a living, trying to be sincere about a serious cause. Yes, I get it, they're famous and people like celebrities, they look up to them and imitate them, so a celebrity endorsement of an issue, by definition, sheds light on that issue, but besides being a human spotlight why should I care about their opinions on the economy, the environment or politics. Just because you play the president on TV doesn't mean you know anything about running the country.

Best burger ever!

While "working" on my novel, I have been thinking a lot about lists lately, grocery lists, to-do lists, things-to-do-before-I-die lists and so after last nights hilarious "How I Met Your Mother" episode about the best burger ever, besides being ridiculously hungry I thought it would be fun to make a list of my top 10 meaty favs:

1. Braum's

2. In-N-Out

3. The Counter

4. Apple Pan

5. Rick's On Main

6. Hamburger Habit

7. Father's Office (Montana location and yes, there is a difference)

8. Sonic

9. Fatburger

10. Wendy's

Udderly ridiculous

I am a huge supporter of animal rights, but this is just downright silly and quite frankly disgusting. What's next, Big Macs made from human meat?

How many Sarah Palins does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

Sarah Palin is really starting to make us look bad. And no I don't just mean women, but more specifically brunettes, who have long striven to uphold the "blonds may have more fun, but at least brunettes can tie their own shoes without directions" platform. Way to score one for the home team Couric.

Blonds: 1

Brunettes: 0

I call chicken.

I don't really like to get involved in the political fray because I am neither well-informed enough nor level-headed enough to debate the issues, but I couldn't help but comment over McCain declaring a suspension of his campaign in order to go back to Washington and "fix" the economic crisis. Does he really believe he is the key ingredient missing in setting the economy straight? Or is he just trying to avoid the inevitable smackdown in a face-off against Obama? 

"I left my wallet in my other diaper"

Checked out the new Brit import Worst Week last night and I can easily say I haven't laughed out loud that much in a while. The premise is basically Meet The Parents as a tv series, but the rapid pacing coupled with great dialogue and some physical comedy makes this show seem like a breath of fresh air compared to the half hour fare CBS usually spews out. If you like to laugh, it's definitely worth checking out.

Didn't they learn anything from nipple-gate?

Last night's Emmy show was in short: a debacle. My high school drama department put on better productions and while I'm not really surprised by the level of disorganization and down-right boring entertainment that was produced, I was slightly perturbed by the Heidi Klum/William Shatner striptease. And no, it's not because I am a woman and am offended that tearing a woman's clothes off on primetime television was considered by at least one moronic writer to be entertaining. It's because I am an avid television watcher and I am offended that tearing a woman's clothes off on primetime television was considered by at least one moronic writer to be entertaining. At least Janet had the sense to show a little nipple and make things interesting.

Feeling a little squirrelly

Typically I reserve my Charlie stories for my other all-about-dog blog, but this will inevitably be more of a rant than a story. Ever since we got the pup I have spent more time walking around my neighborhood then I ever have before, every morning we go for a 30 min trek around the neighborhood at about 7am when the only other people around are insane joggers and other apartment dwelling dog owners like ourselves. In the past week, however, I have observed one other group of early rising residents in our neighborhood: a gang of squirrels. And by gang, I don't mean a "grouping" of squirrels, I literally mean a territorial, finger-snapping, tight jeans-wearing, Sharks-hating, angry at the world kind of gang. 

These bushy-tailed rodents seem to be steadily growing in numbers, intent on taking over the entire south side of Santa Monica. They may seem like cute, harmless little creatures at first, but don't let their tiny twitching noses and big brown eyes fool you, they are anything but cute and harmless. Charlie of course being excited by anything that moves, spies them out climbing trees and zipping across streets and on the few occasions that he has gotten a closer view, not only have they not been afraid of him they have basically lunged at him, teeth-bared, fists at the ready. Not only are these furry fiends territorial scavengers, but like any organized crime ring worth its name in spit, they have apparently managed to strong arm some unsuspecting morons into leaving them breadcrumbs and peanuts on the corner of 6th and Ocean Park. My only advice if you happen to be unlucky enough to cross paths with the "squirrel squad": run. 

And for the love of Pete, don't frickin feed them.

The beat stops here

For those of you familiar with the Temple Bar in Santa Monica I've just learned they are shutting down later this month. If you have never been I highly recommend a visit before they close their doors for good. While the owners' other musical hotspots, Zanzibar and Little Temple shall remain open for business, Temple Bar was in my humble opinion their best location. Temple Bar was stage to many amazing, eclectic bands and was one of the first spots I hit upon reaching the ripe old age of 21.

"There was a time when a lady garden was as big as a slice of New York pizza"

There was also time when SNL was the funniest thing on TV, those days are clearly long gone, have been for some time, but there were always a few shinning beacons that kept me watching, one of them being the funny gal who's got a special place in my heart, Amy Poehler. I cannot say enough good things about Amy Poehler, everything she does cracks me up and I am the first to admit a funny woman is hard to find. She is also smart, sassy and the kind of feminist that makes me glad to be a woman instead of making me wanna hurl, all of which is why I was sad to read that she will be leaving SNL in the fall after giving birth to her baby. Nobody sticks around SNL forever, unless they have nowhere to go (i.e. Chris Parnell), so of course it was inevitable and I already plan to set my Tivo for her new NBC series whenever it debuts, but I can't help but feel teary-eyed at the thought of no more 9-year old-on-crack "Rick" sketches.

God bless Steve Jobs

After a year and a half of anxiously awaiting my Sprint "all-crap-network" contract to expire I have finally broken free of the oppressive bonds of dysfunctional cellular service and jumped head first into the warm loving arms of AT&T and iPhone. The husband and I went to Best Buy Saturday morning and were lucky enough to score the very last two 8G iPhone's. Contrary to everything I've read the process couldn't have been simpler, in fact the only snag we hit was having to call Sprint to get our account pin codes, which of course was a hair-tearing endeavor as always, proving once and for all what a useless, disorganized corporation they are indeed. 

Blessed devices in hand, we proceeded to spend the rest of the weekend glued to them, mesmerized by each enthralling function, blurting out the occasional, "That is so frickin awesome!" Just to give you an idea of how technologically, telephonically deprived I have been, I need only explain that beyond the various intricacies that make the iPhone so remarkable, I was equally giddy over being able to take pictures with my phone, (a function that the masses have had access to for years but I have sadly only just been made privy to now) as I was over the touch-technology. I still have yet to sift through the thousands of apps, but my favorite hands down, so far is: Shazam. With the aid of this nifty app, I will never have to rack my brain again wondering the name of a song title or artist, simply hold the iPhone to the music and within seconds it will tell you the artist and track name. Technology is truly remarkable.

Fringe disappointment

The most anticipated pilot of the season was good, not great. While I was intrigued by the concept and found the performances, especially that of John Noble as Dr. Walter Bishop surprisingly good, it was the overwrought dialogue and ridiculous amount of obvious set-up that held the pilot back from its potential. I expected better from the otherwise flawless (with the exception of Alias Season 4) Abrams, but quite frankly am not surprised given the track record of Orci and Kurtzman. It was certainly no X-Files as promised, nor was it even in the realm of the Lost or Alias pilots, but I am stilling holding out hope that it may build from here.

I am officially the psycho ranting tenant in the building

Amazing how we take for granted the little things in life until they are suddenly ripped away. Like hot running water for example. At 7am yesterday morning as I took Charlie out for a walk I was greeted by a hand scrawled letter posted on my douchebag building manager's door that read: "Hot water is off, will be fixed today when the plumber arrives." Fantastic. I quickly learned there is nothing like an ice cold shower to wake you up in the morning and so the tone was set for the rest of my day. 

At approximately 8pm last night as I was doing the dishes I discovered that the apparently repaired hot water was in fact running cold. My husband walked across the courtyard to inform the manager, who conveniently was at work, and instead had his girlfriend explain that the hot water was back out and wouldn't be repaired again until the next day. That was my breaking point. As I walked past them in the courtyard on my way to take Charlie out, weeks of no sleep and my morning's ice bath came to a head and I kicked into Sarah Palin mode, ranting across the courtyard to aforementioned douchebag's girlfriend and pretty much everyone else in the neighborhood who surely could hear my yelling. Meanwhile, my husband, being the levelheaded one, opted to help another tenant in repairing the hot water heater themselves, which as it turned out was simply a matter of getting the pilot lit and staying on.

Later that evening, delirious from exhaustion, minutes away from calling it a night, there was a knock at the door and who should it be? None other than douchebag himself, proclaiming in his obnoxious joking manner that my husband was now the official emergency plumbing repairman for the building. Had I been standing at the door and not in the living room making sure Charlie didn't make a beeline outside I most likely would have given a repeat performance of the courtyard spectacle followed by a swift doorslam to the face. Instead I was forced to shout irate tangents from the living room floor, much to the disdain of Charlie, until he left.

Did I feel better for having ranted my head off? Absolutely. Does my dog now think I am utterly insane? No doubt. Will I do it again? When faced with the prospect of another icy shower you can bet on it. 

The great virtual pigskin divide

It's that time of year again, where the best NFL players are pitted against one another to see who will come out on top by January. No I'm not talking about about the official start to the professional football season, but rather the kickoff of the fantasy football season, which is steadily becoming a national pastime in itself, causing a rift in many a fantasy football household as this amusing and slightly disturbing Sports Illustrated column explains. 

The first time my husband (then boyfriend) told me he needed to block off an entire day to stay glued to his computer, stepping away only briefly for bathroom breaks induced by the steady supply of beers I so lovingly served him, I thought he was out of his mind. When he offered an "I'm the league commissioner" to my questioning of this insane time commitment I only grew more leery of his sudden mental instability. Seven years, one league championship win and a football-for-dummies education later and fantasy football season and I have come to an understanding. While I can't say I don't still get a little annoyed when my husband suddenly disappears into the office to check his stats when we are in the middle of watching a movie, I can honestly say that fantasy football has significantly raised both my understanding and appreciation of professional football. As mentioned in Chris Ballard's SI piece, apparently there are significant others who feel otherwise, going so far as to organize a support group in the form of Women Against Fantasy Sports. While my husband's fantasy football hobby is just that, a hobby, some of these borderline OCD horror stories would understandably be enough to drive anyone into couples therapy.

As a native-born Los Angelino I was never privy to having a hometown team to root for and thus, among other reasons, never took interest in or understood the game of football. Even as a high school cheerleader I found it difficult to discern which cheers to do as I wasn't able to recognize at which points our team was on offense or defense. For me, learning the rules of the game was the first step towards enjoying it, the second step was about giving a damn, and thats where the sport of fantasy comes into play. While I don't play the game myself, the thrill off rooting on my husband's team in hopes of not only having a happy husband, but possibly a grab at the pot-at-the-end-of-that-fantasy-rainbow cash prize for league champion is enough to have me giving a damn whether the Jets win or lose and guiltily appreciating the fact that Tom Brady is out for the season. Fantasy football adds meaning to watching a bunch of grown men, dressed in spandex pants pile on top of each other and for that I am grateful.

Would Bin Laden support the McCain/Palin ticket?

As illustrated in this interesting Salon piece, Palin seems to have more in common with Muslim fundamentalists than moderate Christians and so I can't help but wonder just what those Muslim fundamentalists think of this self-proclaimed bulldog in heels. Palin may hold similar ideals, but would an islamic fundamentalist really want to put a woman-- basically a second-class citizen in their eyes--second in command of this powerful nation? 

Growing a tastier tomato

After reading this blog entry on kung fu grippe all I can think is Merlin Mann has finally put into words what I find so overwhelming about the blogging-social-networking-text-messaging-celebrity-obsessed-15-minute society we seem to be living in, but haven't been able to articulate quite clearly myself. I was weary of starting this very blog because of this empty nothingness that we seem to be filling our lives with, and while I certainly can't guarantee that every entry I type will have profound meaning (see not one but two postings on 90210) I do feel, as I do with all my writing, an overwhelming sense to make it better and to avoid commentary for the sake of commentary. This self-editing can sometimes come at the cost of a more off-the-cuff, free-flowing style of writing (and communicating on a whole) and while I don't believe every little word we write should be scrutinized and over-analyzed, I do believe we should put at least some amount of thought into what we are saying and why we are saying it.

Intriguing bloodsuckers and Mexican beach sex romps

As I had hoped Alan Ball did not disappoint with his new HBO series True Blood which premiered last night along with the new season of Entourage. While True Blood pulled me in and had me hooked right away, sadly I couldn't say the same about the life and times of Vinnie Chase and cohorts. 

I have to admit when I first read about the premise of True Blood I was unsure of the marriage of vampires and the creator of the best show on television: Six Feet Under. For those of you unfamiliar with the show, it takes place in a sleepy Louisiana town two years after it has been made public knowledge that vampires live among us and have been accepted into normal society. While a genre piece about vampires seemed an odd choice for Ball, he managed to stay true to his signature style creating a series about angsty relationships, quirky families and intolerance of minorities with a sprinkle of creepy vampire sex for good measure. Check it out, it won't be disappointing.

What was disappointing, however, was the new season of Entourage. With the exception of scene stealing Johnny Drama, the show has become a bland cookie cutter version of itself, with obvious storylines and rattled off rants from Ari that don't even try to make sense. The icing on the cake was the beach blanket bingo sex romp of a fantasy vacation Vinnie was on, which was exactly that: a fantasy. I'm all for the red-blooded straight man's wetdream that is Vincent Chase's life, but come-on, let's at least keep it in the realm of relative possibility otherwise it just becomes laughable.

My Tivo needs an Ex-lax

Is too much access to TV just too much? I believe that's the real question at the heart of Mark Harris' Entertainment Weekly column on DVRs constipated with unwatched programming, which I can very much relate to. As I gear up for the fall TV season, I am feeling the itch to simply wipe the DVR slate clean. The ax already fell earlier this summer on "John Adams" and "In Treatment" and at the moment "Generation Kill", "Last Comic Standing" and "Reaper" seem to be next up on the chopping block. 

Just a few years ago I never would have had the daily conundrum of having too much tv to watch, sure there were a lot of great shows I wanted to check out, but if I wasn't at home for the original airing I simply didn't watch it. Sure I had a VCR, but the rare occasions that I got the recording timer to actually work were few and far between and so it went that I missed an entire season of Friends and Felicity my junior year  in college when I had class every Tuesday and Thursday night. These days with the latest and greatest addition of DVR to TV technology, there is almost nothing I can't watch and with two household DVRs that can each record two shows simultaneously  at my disposal I mean literally, nothing. As a self-described TV addict this should equate to something equivalent to TV ecstasy and for the most part it is, but I have to wonder if the fix is worth it when I inevitably find myself scrolling through the recorded shows list feeling guilt over the shows that remain unwatched and that are slowly filling up free hard drive space.  

Recycled pop culture- The Sequel

Columbia getting serious about new "Ghostbusters" installment.

Okay. Seriously. Enough already.

Recycled pop culture

While I am big fan and advocate of the green movement, what I can't seem to wrap my head around is why the recycling effort has extended into the realm of pop culture. Earlier this week the new 90210 premiered and this morning I tuned into the Today show only to be treated to the musical stylings of NKOTB. This 80's flashback is giving me a headache, the next thing you know they'll be remaking The Breakfast Club starring Zac Efron and Hannah Montana... crap I hope no studio executives are reading this.

9021-Over it

Checked out 90210 version 2.0 last night, I liked it better the first time when it was called Degrassi: The Next Generation. As I expected it was nothing more than a Gossip Girl clone dressed up with a nostalgic theme song and cameo appearances. It seems the obviously out-of-touch writers thought they could throw in a heap-load of on-the-nose texting and blogging references and that would be all that was necessary to update this series for today's audience. Even the appearance of one Ms. Brenda Walsh herself was shockingly uninteresting.

God bless the U.S- frickin-A

Best pizza on the westside

As a self-proclaimed pizza aficionado I am always on the hunt for a good pie, but after last years Italy trip and more recently my tasting of an actual New York slice, my standards have gotten a bit harder to reach when it comes to great pizza. Over the weekend I finally got around to trying Joe's Pizza, a new NY style pizzeria in Santa Monica and I was blown away. It is by far the best pizza in all of LA, especially since, as rumor has it, Albano's closed early this year. At one size fits all pies and per topping fees it is a little pricey but definitely worth every penny.