1. Thursday, January 25, 2007

    its 314am 

    i can barely see enought to html. my laptop is doing that thing where it will magically highlight a nice long sentence and replace it with the last letter that you type.

    everything is trying to make me come to bed, even the faint snore of a eurogirl who has overkept her welcome or however you say it.

    im stoned and tired and drunk and sore.

    she got on top of me and started pushing down hard. fast. hard.

    her hair fell perfectly around her face like a perfect shower can do.

    i am the luckiest in the world. i know it. lets just try to ignore it some more.

    its 317am and LAist has 13 stories finished and ready to post for “tomorrow”. movable type has this thing where you can “schedule” your post. something i adore. blogger doesnt have it yet, far as i know. not the one i use at least. but i dont care about that, we dont need that shit here, but on LAist, we totally do. because it lets the posts just flow nicely.

    you can go back there throughout the day and theres always something new up on that shit.

    and when you have your morning and most of your early afternoon all laid out, you can fill in the blanks as breaking news happens.

    or you can sleep in.

    or you can sleep until 10am as a practice for friday when you have to wake up at 8am.

    make that 7am, because i have to be at a tv studio at 845am because i have an audition that im ashamed about so lets not talk about that neither.

    i just wanna be like the GM for the Chicago Bears. do you know his name?

    hes the guy who built the team and you know, got them into the Super Bowl.

    i love putting good people together.

    a few hours ago we got on the front page of Digg. a little story about why one of our writers still likes Netflix over Blockbuster. it’s good, it’s simple, it’s accurate, its written well. but its the last story youd think would ever get dugg.

    but its the second one that got dugg on LAist this week.

    second in two days, as a matter of fact.

    Jerry Angelo is the GM of the Chicago Bears.

    yesterdays LAist:
    Raymi Reviews the Badly Drawn Boy CD
    Clippers Beat Bucks
    Crazy Bungee Cord Video
    Destiny’s Child Sings the National Anthem
    Any time you have a story about the La Brea Tar Pits, its a good day
    Believe in Miracles and Reverse Graffiti
    What If Dakota Fanning Got Raped And Nobody Cared?
    Amy Jo Goddard’s Top 10 Sex Paraphernalia for the Adventuresome Spirit of any Orientation
    LAist Cartoons: What is Paula Thinking?
    John Mellencamp: “Chevrolet actually has been a better record company to me than Columbia ever was
    Clippers MidSeason Report
    Why Netflix Still Kicks Blockbuster’s Ass
    American Idol Review
    TV Junkie
    Living In Sin: Good Sex, Bad Frat Boy
    Awesome interview with the LA Department of Neighborhood Empowerment
    Tonight in Rock: Deerhoof, GZA, Gram Rabbit, whose video you should see
    To get a better LA subway you need a plan, here’s the plan
    Van Halen gets its David Lee Roth back
    Video of a Burbank Man Catching an AT&T Worker Stealing Oranges from a homeowner’s tree