I’m going to Chicago next weekend, so I made the mistake of looking at the 10-day forecast so I could see exactly how cold it would be when I got there: I am fucked.

A few things on the internets I’d like to pass along: – Something I sent Jack turns into a casting session for the forthcoming movie I Now Pronounce You Chuck And Larry. – Coffee shop employees in Vancouver become my new heroes. – There were a lot of amusing photos coming out of the Opening ...

Here’s that sign I wrote about last night.

Two good ones to add to the list today: 1. A brand new black Mercedes CLK with tinted windows and a plate frame that read “GOT CAUGHT? 1-888-9-NO-JAIL.” I was terribly disappointed that I saw that one on the freeway so I couldn’t get a picture. 2. A dry cleaning establishment with a banner advertising ...

The LA Times has a story about niche dating sites like Date My Pet and JDate, complete with link to readers’ Valentine’s Day horror stories. Not too many horror stories thus far, but the guy who dumped his girlfriend the day before Valentine’s Day and then asked her to give him a ride to the ...

Whilst browsing the interwebs today, I came across this really, really bizarre op-ed by Ray Bradbury about how to solve LA’s intractable transportation problems. His suggestion basically boils down to this: Instead of building one insanely expensive subway line, build a bunch of interconnected monorail systems. This raised a number of questions in my mind: ...

Every single time I wear a white shirt to work, I manage to spill something on it. Today: Coffee. Thank god 1. One of the actresses bailed me out and prevented me from spilling the whole damn cup and 2. I work at a place where there’s a washer and dryer. I should know to ...

Tim Brayton has an excellent deconstruction of this review of Brokeback Mountain up at his site, but it’s also well worth reading for his insights on movies in general. We need to put this man in touch with whoever hires writers for The Onion AV Club, stat.

Normally, I’m not really that bitter about being single. But Valentine’s Day, and the rush of marketing that accompanies it, is another story. So far in just the last three days, I’ve gotten emails from no fewer than five companies telling me to “Make Valentine’s Day special for your loved one by buying them (product)!” ...

This should be a fun afternoon. I’m going to a party that a couple friends of mine are throwing up in Burbank, where they’re threatening to deep-fry a turkey. I told them instead of beer, I’m bringing a fire extinguisher. I don’t know if they realize that I’m serious. Also, normally I wouldn’t care either ...