i made a little rule for myself

in order to get 5-7 posts a day going over at laist.

the rule was no food until you post at least twice.

but then i saw how pretty it was outside so i said ok if you write a third one you can sorta take a long lunch.

long of course meaning an hour.

today i wrote about how i dont support the kids at the south central farm and surprise surprise all the comments were all wtf.

i wanted to say, whaddya mean wtf. i wanted to say read what i wrote and give me a good response not, oh laist is a corporate blog what do you expect with them supporting the corporation over the people.

but thats not the case at all. far as i can see these people have been farming rent free for 14 years while the case has been kicked around the courts. yes it sucks that their farm has to go away and it sucks that the dude’s feelings are all hurt and he wont sell the farm back to the city, but since when were there supposed to be happy endings to every story?

plus the mayor is getting them new places to farm so wtf yourself.

i also wrote about the unocal 76 balls that are being taken down and replaced by far less cool rectangles.

michael madsen and zippy the pinhead are leading the attack to save the balls.

yes mom my job is to write about this stuff.

then i wrote about wolfmother playing at the henry fonda and vagenius playing spaceland but theyre not called vagenius anymore theyre called something else but i like the old name better.

what im learning is to be an editor is sorta like being a writer in that in order to get your job done correctly you pretty much have to not give one fucking shit what people think. put your shoulder down and head for the hole.

la times agrees with the laist + blogging.la calls the latest stubbornness lame + simpleton + wildbell

bens met her.

short. cute. quiet. little too quiet for my nerves. but now and then a little burst of something will squirt out and youre all wtf baby wheres that all the time?

she writes me on buzznet she writes me on myspace she text messages my ass when im not looking.

i ask her for nudes, she doesnt send em. i ask her for top hats, she wont wear em. disguises? never.

closest thing was once she put a ski mask on and a very short turtleneck that exposed the belly. she was pointing a water gun at an imaginary foe. your eyes didnt know whether to investigate the amazing stomach or the obvious fact that our girl wasnt wearing a brasierre.

laist has been down due to a mad rush of traffic. thats the catch 22 of the web. when something good happens you get shut down, like when a good band plays in isla vista.

to me it feels like getting pumped up for a game and it gets rained out in the second inning.

martini republic humorously chided me for not covering the arrests at the south central farm. truth is im not exactly sure where i stand on that issue, and it was an event that happened so early in the morning that by the time the noon editions of the local news were on, it was covered.

i know one of the people at the farm. i was thinking about just going there to see if he was one of those who got arrested and talking to people, but not on the first day. on the first day youre supposed to just knock it out and not try to do anything fancy.

ive decided that im going to get a small laptop and an evdo card so as to be truly mobile. then i can go to crazy ass south central farms.

today i drove to ameoba to get the replacements greatest hits. on my way out i noticed a big spectacle over at the arclight. sure enough it was the premeire for the keanu sandra bullock movie. so i walked a little closer and there was sandra bullock all dolled up being cute.

sandy only writes me on gmail.

aaron gleeman + dillinger escape plan on fire + attak kat is behind this little snippet you should see