Ghost of a Decade (Almost) Past

And now we say farewell to the decade that brought us the boom, the bust, and those sunglasses that look like shutters (a nice way to accessorize when protesting the war by not using fossil fuels turns into only being able to afford one's own foot traffic). Fly free, cigarette fairy left by late-night east side hipsters, and in doing so usher in the dawn of a new era. Or at least a renewed devotion to the gym as we leave the oughts for the teens.

Nonverbal Day

Ode to Christmas Card

Still haven't figured out a way to top the Christmas card I sent out in 2004. Why mess with something so right (note lobster)? And now, I return to dressing up as a male baby and playing with my frankincense.

Convenience Store

Stopping by to easily pick up what is needed, the customers of this something-for-everyone quick stop need only ask themselves one question. Knives or dolls? (Dolls are harder to reach.)

Sea-creature Revenge

This sign recently spotted at an upscale LA grocery store. Clearly a warning to its customers they ought to mend their meaty ways, or at least hide the butter sauce?

Talking Pony Signs On!

Today I signed with Berman Sacks Talent Agency for commercial representation. Hooray! Perhaps to some, filling out a lot of legal documents feels oppressive, but to me they signal the possibility of world domination. Or at least cornering the market in booking roles as a quirky insurance salesperson, a secretary with the flu, or a herpes virus. Sometimes I really, really love Los Angeles.

I Like My Syrup Dapper

Please add top hat.

Happy Decembmeyer

When life tells you to make lemonade, be thankful your laundromat gives you lemons.