El Chavo is writing about stuff you don’t need and Your Daily Awesome has a picture of one thing that definitely fits that category. Because I believe in giving credit where credit is due, I ask you to head on over to Your Daily Awesome at http://www.yourdailyawesome.com/2007/08/29/for-sale-self-adhesive-sunroof/.
There is nothing like seeing a self-adhesive-sunroof to deepen your faith in people’s desire for and ability to think up junk.
“The Ruins,” by Scott Smith is terrible. Ignore the NYT review from last year, the Stephen King endorsement, and the fact that it will probably be a movie someday. It is uninspiring (no coming out of this horror tale feeling stonger) and stereotypically predictable (except for the part where the hill learns to ring like a cell phone–can’t say I expected that). Save your time.
Back in the day, a Slip n’ Slide was THE way to cool down on a warm summer afternoon. You’d gotten too old for the wading pool, so you brought out the yellow piece of plastic and launched yourself at the ground. If you were poorer or just resourceful, you did the same with lots of saran wrap or a tarp and some dishwashing soap. If you had nothing, you just swamped the lawn and dealt with the grass burns and green skin.
Nowadays, the Slip n’ Slide seems to have morphed with the jumpy thing kids have at parties. They don’t get scarred quite the way we did (unless they use lots of soap and end up on the sidewalk), but it does evoke the same summertime fun.
Mike over at Franklin Avenue posted a piece on a converted drive-thru dairy now carpet shop and his hope for the survival of one of its attributes. I too have been thinking about internal architectural conversions and marveling at what they say (or the story you can try to tell) about communities’ tastes and marketing in general.
Two of my favorite makeovers:
Taco Bell goes to Aloha Food Factory in Alhambra and Der Wienerschnitzel goes to Ceviche Loco in Bell.
Of course, there’s also the IHOP gone sushi on the Westside, Bob’s Big Boy now Noodle Planet in Alhambra, and Sizzler gone El Pescador in Highland Park, but I didn’t have time to get photos of those. Any you like?
A while back I wrote about how several close friends (and a sister) were pregnant and expecting around this time of year. The breaking news is that, as of today, all but one has had her baby. In honor of them all and my new nieces and nephews, the following child-related, real-life things to look forward to:
- Kids are quirky. My almost three-year-old niece is scared of laundry. Not scared of doing laundry. Scared of laundry items. I found this out while I was changing her out of her play clothes and into pajamas. When I threw her shirt across the room with a flourish and the declaration, “Into the laundry you’ll go,” the kid started screaming.
- Kids are really quirky. A friend’s five-year-old son takes empathy a bit too far. As if to gain real knowledge about what you are feeling, he seeks out the pain. Case in point, you stub your toe and start to cry. He kicks a wall, stubbing his own toe, and starts to cry.
Good luck to you all. Please humor me with the stories.
Went to the Arclight this weekend to see “The Bourne Ultimatum” with a friend who’d never been there. She was impressed by the assigned seating and the introduction that was given by an usher who promised, “the experience of a lifetime.”
She only had to wait an hour or so to get that experience. At the end of one particularly brutal fight scene (the one involving Desh, for those who’ve seen the film), the screen went black, lights started flashing, and the alarm sounded.
We all evacuated just long enough to walk around the building and back in through another door. Then we were told it was a false alarm. Only the best at this “once in a lifetime” theater.
Favorite L.A. Times correction this week:
Also, in some copies of the review the film ‘Blades of Glory’ was misspelled as ‘Blades of Gory.’