We were out of town last week in Carmel (the loveliest place on Earth), where Steph’s cousin was recording an album (hi Josh!), and we were hanging out and having some good laughs. One of the evenings featured a rad playlist called "1970’s Party
Killers," and ended up with everyone singing "You Light Up My Life,"
but replacing "You gave me hope" with "You gave me AIDS." So, now you have that song stuck in your head, and you have a concept of the kind of hilarity that went on. Baxter had an especially good time, and by "good time" I of course mean he drove everyone crazy by sticking his nose in their crotches, and we had to repeatedly say the words "he’s not like this at home!" But really, it was cool, and we took the dog to the beach every day, etc. etc. etc.
What else did I do? I almost finished my YA novel rewrite, so that’s cool. Oh, and I went through all of the photos in my phone to prepare a few "best of" posts for your entertainment. Because that’s the kind of guy I am.
So, while I was looking at all the hilarious photos to choose from, this one made me laugh the hardest, so I think I’ll start here.
This is a flesh-colored car that’s parked in my neighborhood. Or, I
mean, you probably couldn’t call it "flesh colored" anymore, because
we’ve all acknowledged that "flesh" could mean any number of things to
any number of different peoples and races, so let’s just say this car
looks like one of those "flesh colored" crayons from when we were kids.
And that’s a little gross. You know this person had to custom order a
car this color too– WHY? You should not be able to order a car in
"flesh tone," is all I’m saying. Someone should have stepped in as the
voice of common sense on this one.
Here’s a photo of a Laker Girl outfit you can buy at Aaah’s, in case you want to go to the game and look like a total whore. Maybe this is the outfit you wear if you want to trap one of the NBA guys into getting you pregnant, so then you can blackmail them for the child support.
Here’s a shot of a person’s license plate– I personally don’t get the whole "personalized plates" thing– the whole phenomenon is just lost on me, not least of which because of the possibility of interpretation by saucy people like me. To me, for instance, this one really looks like "I LIKE TO LYNCH," and that can’t be good. I’m pretty sure he or she likes to LUNCH, but I’m just saying– open to interpretation in a way that, say "4MXF658" isn’t.
More of these coming up– oh, and also– a new podcast!!