I found a place to live, a month ago actually, don’t know why I hadn’t said something so far, I’m usually pretty good about letting you know what’s up on this random journey to the center of not knowing what’ll happen tomorrow, but I guess the opening of Ghost Rider and Girls Gone Wild Doggie Style I’ve gotten behind. Click continue and I’ll tell you all about it. Go ahead…there’s cake.
So I was staying at Ryan’s
I found a place to live, a month ago actually, don’t know why I hadn’t said something so far, I’m usually pretty good about letting you know what’s up on this random journey to the center of not knowing what’ll happen tomorrow, but I guess the opening of Ghost Rider and Girls Gone Wild Doggie Style I’ve gotten behind. Click continue and I’ll tell you all about it. Go ahead…there’s cake.
So I was staying at Ryan’s
I found a place to live, a month ago actually, don’t know why I hadn’t said something so far. I’m usually pretty good about letting you know what’s up on this random journey to the center of not knowing what’ll happen tomorrow, but I guess the opening of Ghost Rider and Girls Gone Wild Doggie Style I’ve gotten behind. Click continue and I’ll tell you all about it. Go ahead…there’s cake.
So I was staying at Ryan’s
Before Christmas and after. Then I went on a writing retreat.
And when I got back, Ryan had a friend coming into town, so I was out on the sidewalk in front of Ryan’s place.
But that’s only because I was waiting for a ride. I then spent a week at Barb and L.A. Ray’s
Two thoughts on that, A) Ray loves his TiVo more than anyone I’ve ever known has loved a piece of technology, and his love is infectious, I now love TiVo too, can’t wait to get one. B) People who live in L.A. love figuring out where shit was shot at. Bart and Martha, Barb and Ray. One thing that takes some getting used to is that everything you watch on TV is now shot where you’re living. “That looks like the San Chupultapipa Reservoir.” “No, that’s San Pasa Maya” “Oh, yeah, there’s that little deli.” A lot of conversations like that. The best instance of it was when when I was living with Bart and Martha and we were all watching Desperate Housewives and they went crazy because the grocery store where some character got shot was two blocks away. The next night. not thinking about it, I drove to grab some snacks and found myself in the store I had watched the night before. Weird. So I needed to find an apartment. L.A.’s a lot of territory, sounds like a job for L.A. Ray who gave me Ray’s tour of L.A. The only thing Ray might like more than his TiVo, it’s L.A. and that’s pretty infectious too, this is a pretty awesome town.
I found an apartment in Koreatown. It’s great…or whatever.
I wasn’t looking for a roommate, but it’s pretty competitive for singles. As it turns out one of the guys I met had moved from Chicago at the same time I did, knew who Schadenfreude was, and took an acting class with Rommate Stephe! Small world. So I took it.
The neighborhood…uh, what’s the word…exists. The only great feature of this featureless neighborhood is the Postmodern KFC.
PMKFC REPRESENT! Bow dowwwwwwwwwwn to the post-modern KFC. The power of the PMKFC COMPELLS YOU!!!!
The really really really great thing about the neighborhood is that the illuminated head of Colonel Sanders looks in my window all night long like some Gatsby symbolic all-seeing Big Brother of Lipitorville.
And here it is, on the right nicely balanced by the illuminated holy cross on the left.
And that’s what’s really great about my neighborhood. Sigh. But there’s mountains and it’s warm all the time, so, you know, good and bad.
