November 28, 2004
I Knew There was a Terrorist in There.
I feel safer now. Thanks, Tom!
Posted by gpsutter at 12:36 PM | Comments (2)
November 24, 2004
Pie Frenzy
The day before Thanksgiving at the Dupar's Pie counter at the Farmer's Market. I got two pumpkin, a banana creme and a Willie-Bird Smoked Chicken.
Posted by gpsutter at 4:16 PM | Comments (2)
November 14, 2004
It's beginning to look a lot like...I'm going to be sick.
What's the f***ing hurry?
To quote Iggy: "Hear come the assholes they can smell the money."
Posted by gpsutter at 8:44 AM | Comments (4)
You Turkeys Ever Hear of 'Rest in Peace'?
Steve McQueen, a real guy, a real dead guy who most of these so called leading men in Hollywood would not even be worthy of washing the windshield of his Porsche 917 with their tongues, is forced to hawk watches after he's dead. Sad thing is, he will.
Posted by gpsutter at 8:10 AM | Comments (2)
November 13, 2004
Nobody Here But Us Giant Crabs
This is the first movie that I ever went to see; at the Woods Theatre with my brother, age seven or so.
Roger Corman, at his finest: atomic mutated crabs with human eyes who eat your brains. To make things worse, the scientist victims are on a shrinking atoll (shot in Malibu and Griffith Park.) Russell Johnson, the Professor from Gilligan's Island stars.
I still remember how scared I was when I saw about this movie but not as scared as I am now when I think about Bush and Cheney. Now there's a monster movie’Äì’Äìand a sequel.
Posted by gpsutter at 8:06 AM | Comments (2)
November 4, 2004
"I Wouldn't Do That To My Elmo"
You see a lot of ejecta on the streets of Hollywood, but nothing could be more poignant that a filthy red Elmo in his final agony. What's worse was this scene was witnessed by a small boy no more then three or four and his mother. The boy tried to reach out to this beloved character but his mother kept his little hands from touching. As they walked down Fairfax, the mother tried to explain how this might have happen. As I walked up on them, I heard the boy ask if Elmo was tossed out of a moving car. The mother said she didn't know how it happen or how anybody could do that. "I wouldn't do that to my Elmo," she said. The boy will probably be traumatized for life or at least until he's five.
Posted by gpsutter at 5:11 PM
November 2, 2004
It's Election Day!
VOTE! (Not that it'll matter.)
Posted by gpsutter at 8:08 AM
