So, last night I had the television turned on as background noise, when I heard a creepy tune. The tune got me thinking of an ad I’d seen in Wired earlier in the day. When I went to reach for the magazine containing the ad, I caught a glimpse of the tv version of the ad that had inspired my search.
It was THE ad. I had never seen or heard it on tv before.
That kind of coincidence creeps me out, even if it means that the music was perfect for that ad. A copy below.
Driving home last night, I noticed one of those brightly colored wet/dry vacuum cleaners standing at the curb. “How odd that it’s set out, like junk,” I thought.
I drove past a few more houses, and there was another. This time teal colored, not purple. It too was standing nicely, accessories attached.
Don’t know what’s going on in your neighborhood today, but it’s starting to look like “Kick Your Aspiradora To The Curb Day” in mine.
The lighting malfunction on the old Sears tower made me smile as I drove by last night.
I’ve bought lots of things in the store (and at that corner) over the years–like watermelon, mango, jicama slices–but never any ears.
Thanks to the forward thinking Metro rider who left the all-day metro pass she purchased for use by the next person who had to buy a ride. That happened to be us on the way to the Hollywood Bowl. A pleasant public transportation treat.
It’s been a long week with lots to do and that’s made me a little punchy. It hasn’t helped that the week’s required my focused attention on some pretty dry financial material. That’s probably why I found the following phrases funny. They may not be, but this week they’re enough to amuse me.
Like I said, it’s been a long week (but don’t worry, fun begins soon enough–Pink Martini at the Hollywood Bowl on Friday, “The Exorcist” at the cemetery on Saturday). My good senses should be back shortly thereafter.
My favorite newspaper correction (so far) this week is from the “Weddings & Announcements” pages of today’s NYT.
A report on Oct. 24, 1988, about the marriage of Amy Levine and David Abrams, misstated where the bride received her undergraduate degree. She graduated from Brown University, not Boston University. Amy Abrams only recently called attention to the error.
I guess this just proves there are people who finally get around to reading those stacks of old newspapers they’ve been “meaning to read” for years. Thanks for the heads up, Amy.
Saw this sign at the Westfield Santa Anita Mall last night. The single spot was empty when I saw it upon entry and also upon my exit a few hours later. Perhaps it’s because no one knows it exists? The pink stripes on the ground around the spot don’t exactly give it away.
During heat waves we all know to expect power outages, sunburns, brush fires, and dehydration. We don’t quite think about the danger of falling tree limbs. This weekend, at least three, large, tree branches came down in my neighborhood–one onto this car.
A side benefit of L.A.’s outrageous heat this week is that you can sit out in shorts and a t-shirt well into the night. For that reason alone, seeing “Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?” at the Hollywood Forever cemetery last night was kind of cool. Although Cinespia has been doing these movie screenings for six years, I was still impressed by how nice it was to be seeing an outdoor movie in the middle of L.A. (I mean, only one police helicopter came zooming by).
There were palm trees all around, the Hollywood sign in the background, grave stones just out of sight, and picnics galore.
Next month’s screening is of “The Exorcist.”
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