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Daily Archives: August 2, 2011
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The Central Coast area of California runs roughly from Santa Barbara to Santa Cruz giving sweeping ocean views, vast areas of open grasslands, rolling hills and little secreted away hideouts where you can find the best that California has to offer. The Range is just such a place. It does not have a website, is located in Santa Margarita which is between San Luis Obispo and Paso Robles, a town of less than 1,300 residents and Google Maps will misdirect you if you’re not careful. But it’s the food that make people find it despite all of that. Continue reading
What’s that? You say you’re calling from 2011 and phonecalls in LA now cost two bits? Dude, that like totally bites! It’s bushwa!
Well, as it’s on your nickel(s) I’ll make it quick. They say Los Angeles is the city of Angels but in my experience, it’s the City where everyone has an Angle, so I’ll get straight to the point. My moll and I here have all the latest celebrity gossip, and we just can’t keep it to ourselves, so consider this your lucky day. Yeah, yeah, don’t cast a kitten, we’ll give you the goods, the genuine goods, none of that phonus bolonus. I know you’re hip to the jive, so pipe down, grab yourself a joram of skee, and listen up, old pal.
By the way, do you have any idea who any of these fellas is? Some Limey just gave me this list and told me to read it to you. Some kinda doctor or something, said he was, but he looked like a fly boy to me.
Randy Moss was loved and hated, awe-inspiring and lazy, respected and disrespectful, a great teammate and a locker room enemy. Sometimes he was all of these things at once, even within the same game.
He poured out his heart (and his wallet) for disadvantaged kids in Minnesota and back home in West Virginia, but once berated a Vikings caterer claiming he wouldn’t feed the, uh, stuff, to his dog.
He preached to his fellow teammates about the importance of film study, but would routinely take whole plays off during games sometimes barely moving out of his stance. Randy knew how to work the referees and get calls no other receiver could get, but he would blow up at them at a moment’s notice when a call didn’t go his way. Continue reading
I am going to write about crazy people who aren’t directly involved in parenting but first, I have to do this one particular topic. Anyone who read my recent article on mothering.com might have seen a brief discussion of Lotus Birth in the comments section. This article will expand on this practice that taught MattMcBoy an important lesson: Never play the “I dare you to Google this” game with BBQ. My own husband won’t play that game with me. Warning: If you Google Lotus Birth images, you have only yourself to blame. There is a reason there are no images in this article. Continue reading
Despite my most pessimistic, and consequently most trustworthy, instincts telling me that we were going to default, here we are. The House and Senate have both approved legislation that will raise the nation’s debt ceiling and sent it to the President to sign, which he is expected to do.
Let’s look at the deal that has passed Congress, and what’s next. Continue reading
This is where I want to be
Here with you so close to me
Until the final flicker of Life’s ember…
Crasstalkers have an impressive knowledge of, and appreciation for, the movies. A beautiful shot. A perfectly placed song. A well delivered line. It’s those memorable lines that you quote that we are talking about today. Continue reading
Way back in May of this year, Conan O’Brien featured a sketch on his TBS show highlighting a small alley in an industrial part of Van Nuys, California. The purpose of the sketch was to jokingly ask the city of Los Angeles and Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa to change the name of West Raymer Street to Conan O’Brien Blvd.
In the initial sketch, he showcases the surrounding area of the dead-end alley, which is located next to some railroad tracks. What we see is familiar to anyone with experience in industrial or less wealthy neighborhoods in many cities. There is abandoned furniture, graffiti and what looks like an abandoned vehicle. It’s neighborhood blight. Continue reading
I am a horrible person. I have terrible thoughts that I usually don’t verbalize. They pop up in the tide of my thoughts, seaweed from the deep of my cerebral cortex, pushing against my lips, but I don’t speak.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m known for being a smartass speak-your-mind type. But there are things…one must not say.
Join me on my commute. Continue reading