Real poh-leece

We've just finished season 3 of The Wire and are in serious withdrawal, but no worries: we have a real-life drama right outside! The George Michael Memorial Home for Disgraced Music Stars (eg. my apt) is under siege. My house is on an intersection in Hollywood near the Hollywood Bowl, so it was never going to be retirement home fodder. But some drug cartel took over the apartment bldg across the street and the friendly guys started making an almighty ruckus in the neighborhood. The ever-powerful Luis the Landlord decided to take matters in hand. Our City Council member was informed, and the police have just crawled right up our new neighbor's hindquarters. We're talking midnight busts, helicopters, and swat teams. I -heart- Luis the Landlord! My new favorite pastime is surfing the LAPD's CrimeMap website and mapping all the aggravated assault and violent robberies in my neighborhood. And the cherry on the top: the parking police are towing every car that parks outside my house. I'm very popular.

Speaking of popular...I'm on Facebook now. This blog is already so much work, I dont think I'll really get much of a chance to play with it, but hey the kidz seem to like. I always associate it with someone meeting a violent end - its the first place journalists look for pix of a random murder victim.

Speaking of neighborhood crime watch: my friend Peter writes on his real estate blog about a pretty hilarious scam. Woman buys a rundown house and waits to get permits before she moves in. She's looking for a local rental nearby, finds one that looks perfect on Craigslist...and it is HER HOUSE. Hilarity ensues. Check it out.

One more random note: John from Cincinatti is causing divisions in the Brown-McFadyen household. He likes, I think John is the Jar-Jar Binks of premium cable.