This is bulls#$t.

This is 5124 De Longpre here in sunny Hollywood.



Charles Bukowski used to live here, drank here, wrote here.

This part of Hollywood is filled with charming bungalow complexes, and when they're kept up, they're amazing.
Even some of the more neglected ones could be revived without too much of a headache, I think.

Aside from protecting places of cultural and literary importance, well, they just don't make 'em like this anymore.

This one may not be the most charming (it's really not), but it could be if we cared a bit more.



And folks, the wrecking ball is swinging.

I love Los Angeles. I was born here, grew up here, and for the most part, have always lived here.
I'm old enough to have seen landmarks crumble without anyone noticing, and I've also been fortunate enough to see some saved.

I'm thrilled that there's a greater spirit of conservation now, but still, why?
Would someone please tell me, why?
Why must we always have to see a wrecking ball coming at our heads before we do anything?

Like I said, this is bullshit.

Later, all.

Yes, I'm alive...

After my longest absence EVER, I'm here.
But...I'm cranky and don't feel well.

I have been working on a LOT of projects and have been CRAZY at work.

Here...enjoy a few pictures.

What's with people not proffreading signs? (That was on purpose.)

Louie Vuitton????



Laser itching? Ouch!



A cute kitten in my dad's lap...



The Purl Bee bunny with the lovely and talented Kimberly...



The Purl Bee bunny in outfit #2...at happy hour.
What's with all these animals I make?
Why do they drink so damn much?



My foot is the one on the right.
The color is Essie's Styleberry.
Please buy a bottle...all the profits go to charity.



And holy crap, coo coo ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson...



Night all...