- Junkie Palace has apparently been cleaned out and the workmen have moved in. Looks like they are gutting the place and planning to sell them as expensive condos. Neighborhood is much quieter too - no more Junkie Hootenannies at 3a. But where will I buy my crack? [ed. note. that was a joke.] Score: LAPD: 1, JUNKIES: 0.
- I am SO OVER living next to the Hollywood Bowl. The traffic in the neighborhood makes me homicidal, and having to watch drunk frat boys stumbling towards the Dave Matthews (sorry Chuck) concerts makes me long for the Apocalypse. And tonight, just to REALLY PISS ME OFF: Genesis. Who pays $250 for Genesis tickets? I can only imagine how irritable I am going to be tonight. Sake is the only answer.
- Choppers. We had crime and traffic in both NY and London and blissfully no helicopters. LA is lousy with em. In the morning as I awake, right before the coyotes drive all the neighborhood dogs insane with rage, I try to listen to the plentiful wildlife living in the trees around my apartment. Then all the morning shows send their choppers up for the traffic report and 4 days out of 5 there is an accident on the Hollywood Fwy and THEN I GO MENTAL. And dont even get me started about the Oscars or the finale of American Idol and the choppers hovering over the Kodak Theatre.... THEN my quiet little Hollywood Heights neighborhood sounds like Fallujah (well, Fallujah before they sent in all the Blackhawks and turned the sand to glass).
Well that little intemperate Friday rant made me feel much better. Off to see Michael Clayton tonight. Hurrah! More on My Own Personal Private Love Affair With Television next week. Happy weekend!
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