I stumbled upon this very relaxing website. It’s a sandmaker– like those little candles and stuff you would make at summer camp. Press C to change the color, and have some fun.
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The Re-education of the Female by Dante Moore- Review and poll
Please check out my review of Dante Moore.
I have blogged about the book before, and even heard from Dante Moore himself, so check it out.
Then, let me know what you think about this book.
I’m writing in yet another place!
Yes, it’s true. I’m freelancing for another website.
Please feel free to check out my work. My ranking goes up based on how many eyeballs I get to my stuff, so feel free to visit! And hey if you want to look at ads that’s good too!
Here is a review I posted.
Mahalo.
Yay!
I had grand plans to write a celebration blog when I reached 4,000 hits, since I missed all the other milestones, but alas I missed that one too. So here’s to 4,111 hits.
Thanks to all those who’ve checked this site out. I’m not sure why you do it, but I’m glad you do.
Settle it in Court
Went to court today for my mess of a red light ticket.
Luckily, she ground it on down to the original ticket, so I go back to paying the original fine
($360 is still a RIDICULOUS amount, I say).
What was really interesting is the guy before me was in army fatigues. He had the same sort of ticket as I did. After the judge said he could pay for it and go to traffic school (the same as everyone else), he turned to return to his seat.
Then, she said, “Are you in active duty?”
He said yes. Then she asked if he had been to Iraq.
“Yes. For 27 months,” he responded.
She then excused his ticket, and dismissed all charges, in “the name of justice.” They both got a round of applause from the crowd.
I guess she figured if you can spend OVER TWO YEARS in Iraq, she can let a little ticket go. It was a pretty impressive scene.
If Los Angeles were a vodka…
what would it taste like? Very fruity, according to the ABSOLUT gurus who have created a limited-edition vodka to represent the city.
It’s some mixing of Acia, blueberry, and pomegranate, as a “nod to the city’s trendy, environmentally forward, and health-conscious ideals.” So we not only taste like a purple smoothie, but provide anti-oxidants too!
ABSOLUT is donating $250,000 to Green Way LA, an enviromental group trying to help make this city green friendly, so at least there’s that.
There’s drink recipes on the website, if you really need MORE Los Angeles in your system.
Why working at clubs is like the end of the world
I have worked at nightclubs for the past couple years. It pays the bills. However, I’ve always known I need to get out of this business ASAP. It’s a little dangerous, especially when the night is over. There are so many drunk people wandering the streets, and sometimes people are of a “rougher” crowd if you will.
Last night, as I walked to my car at about 2:30 am after work, I found a CRIME SCENE blocking my entrance (and exit) to the parking lot. Yellow tape. Police. And ambulance.
A CRIME SCENE.
A shooting crime scene with a BODY blocking the driveway.
One drunk guy crossed the tape while I was there, and was promptly arrested as a cop screamed, “There is no way I am letting you contaminate my crime scene.” That’s all I needed to hear.
Needless to say, the police didn’t give a damn about our cars stuck in the lot, and so I have to go pick up my car the next day.
I wasn’t alone in witnessing this mess. A TMZ camera man was walking back to his car when he saw the shooting. His report is here.
An Ode to Los Angeles
I have started interviews for my next job (any suggestions welcome!), and today someone asked me why I like Los Angeles. Although I know why, I’ve never really had to explain it to anyone else. On the drive home, I took the picture above, and then I thought about all the reasons I love this big, sprawling city.
Sure, LA gets a bad reputation–too much smog and traffic and superficiality. But if you really invest time here, you learn that even if Los Angeles is called the city of “too much,” it is only because anything you could possibly dream of is at your fingertips.
In Los Angeles you can:
surf in the Pacific Ocean, ski in the mountains of big bear, attend a red carpet movie opening, run in the mountains, go to an art gallery opening, soar on a rollercoaster, get a tour of a movie studio, spy on celebrities as they film their next blockbuster, watch a giant fire, go to Disneyland, walk your dog in Beverly Hills, sleep on the beach, climb the Santa Monica stairs, cruise in a convertible, meet 9 million of your neighbors, be an extra in a movie, ride the eco-friendly ferris wheel, eat fondue, see a Jay Leno taping, buy fresh groceries at a farmer’s market, look at the stars at the Griffith Observatory, ride a motorcycle through Malibu, attend a film festival, get a view of the city lights, do a wine tasting, audition for a play, go to a political rally, march in a parade, run into a star at the mall, ride a horse to the Hollywood sign, see WICKED, lounge in a nightclub, write a novel, buy a map of stars’ homes, walk to the grocery store, drive to Vegas, cruise downtown, live in a loft, live in a mansion, and watch history be made.
Basically, it never stops. Anything you could dream of seeing or doing, you can find it here. The city is endless, and so are the possibilities.
My Job has Closed, and My Paycheck Has Bounced
On Friday, I got a call from one of the other waitresses at my club who told me a strange, convuluted story about the nightclub I have been working at for the past year. Apparently, the Mexican owners of the club have not been paying rent for the past couple of months, so the landloard swooped in, changed the locks and kicked everyone out. Meaning, just like that, the club has closed and my cushy money job is gone.
I should have seen it coming. My last two paychecks have bounced due to insufficient funds. They actually held the last one from us because there was no money. And they haven’t been reordering supplies.
The only reason I have loved working at nightclubs is the money is ridiculously good compared to the amount of work I actually do. Sure, I’ve had to deal with corrupt owners, bad hours, illegal activity and annoying customers, but overall, it has been worth it.
Soon, if the club doesn’t reopen, which I doubt it will, I have to embark on a journey to hunt down those unpaid paychecks. It could mean a serious man hunt since the owners have dissapeared back into their Mexican haven. Wish me luck…
A Little Rage About the Road
Today, on my way home, I hopped onto the 5 freeway like any other day. Except today, the cars weren’t moving.
“Must be an accident,” was of course the first thing I said outloud to the invisible people in my car.
Half an hour later, I found the culprit. It WAS an accident—on the other side of the freeway. There was absolutely no reason for my side of the freeway to be stopped. Except that all those nosey people wanted to get a look at some other person’s misery.
Sure, it’s tempting. I understand. But I think rubbernecking is one of the most obnoxious acts that a human participates in.
And it’s not so safe either. A study found that rubbernecking causes 16 percent of accidents on the road. That was followed by driver fatigue, looking at scenery and changing your radio.
In a city like Los Angeles, with 8 million people clustered together in this cesspool, I would have to suggest that we all just mind our own business and keep our eyes on the uneven pavement.
Rebecca M Ford 