Feb 07




Yep. Totally did the tourist thing. Kind of had to, right? It’s not something we get to do every day.

We got into LAX on the Friday night, and got this

We wanted an Elantra, but this was the smallest car they had. Raul from Budget was amazing though. There's a guy that knows good customer service.

We wanted an Elantra, but this was the smallest car they had. Raul from the LAX Budget was amazing though. There’s a guy that knows good customer service.

We then went to Pasadena to get checked in to the hotel.

Again, the service was excellent and very friendly. The room was spotless and very comfortable.

Again, the service was excellent and the room was spotless and comfortable.

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We hit the fart sack shortly after arriving, because I had to drive to Sacramento to visit my Aunt and her delightful partner at 5:00 AM, and my baby had a shitty head cold from the day before. I, being excited, woke up at 4 and then lie awake until 4:20 when I decided that I might as well be productive and get a move on. Mrs. B had awaken by then, so that turned into a makeout session and I ended up not getting out until the planned time anyhow. Win-win, right?

I booked it up there in about six hours, what with the crazy traffic stopping CHP officer rescuing cars and the frequent coffee and pee breaks. When I got there it was fantastic. They have done such an amazing job with their property that my inner (and outer) granola was just buzzing with excitement. I only wish I had of taken some photos of the setup.

I’m going to try and recount the array of edibles that they have in their small yard, but I’m sure I will forget or add some things. I think there was lemons, limes, oranges, honey mandarins, grapefruit?, avocados, olives, figs (both kinds), and a vegetable garden. They have a few laying hens as well, so there is no shortage of eggs in the frying pan. In addition to the composting power of the chickens, they have a worm composter set up there as well. That’s so cool, and when I get mine, I think I’ll do the same sort of rig. I was going to hand make it, but this was really slick, and it had a spigot for the worm tea.

I love happiness.

I love happiness. I find it infectious.

Anyhow, I also got to meet Jan’s mother, and she was a pure delight. A nonagenarian that still has a good fire left in her soul, she just charmed the pants off of me. Not literally though, although she did say that she liked the look of me, and you know that always gets my eye twinkling.

I had a tour of the grounds, a beautiful steak sandwich, a beer, and a couple of coffees while I was visiting, and they also sent me on my way with some nice carved ham sandwiches and fresh fruit from their yard. I’d have to say that overall the visit was a great success, even though it wasn’t nearly long enough.

On my way back to Pasadena I stopped for a coffee in some little town. I instead found a sign saying “Mexican Chocolate”. Hmmmm.

“Hey Jorge. What’s Mexican Chocolate?”

“It’s chocolate to drink, with spices. It tastes good.”

“Okay, you sold me. Better give me a pack of those Tums too.”

He was right. That stuff was delicious. I didn’t see it again anywhere for the rest of the trip, but you can bet that I’ll be asking a certain sexy lesbian about it. wink wink, nudge nudge. You know who you are.

When I got back to the hotel, my sick baby was sleeping, and I was right behind her. I had to take her to her workshop in the morning, then go scout out Television City for TPIR on Monday.

Oh yeah, I went online and got us tickets for The Price Is Right. Why not? They’re free and there’s no obligation. Good thing too, because we didn’t go. I went there to see what we were up against during rush hour on a Monday morning. The guy told me that people start lining up for parking at around 5 AM. Then you stand in a line around the corner until people come out and choose the studio audience at around 8 or so. Really? Then if you win a prize, apparently you have to pay the tax on it.

Fuck that noise, most of those prizes suck anyhow. This is supposed to be a holiday and that sounds like a lot of work and headaches. I went to the Hollywood sign to see how hard it would be to hike in, and then I saw the horse ranch. I inquired about a ride the next day and they said there were lots of spots open. Yahoo! I then I decided to drive down Sunset Boulevard to the coast. It was cool. I don’t think Chuck Norris could have kicked the smile off of my face that day.

That wasn’t a challenge, Chuck.

I didn't get any fish.

I didn’t get any fish.

When I got to the coast highway I took a right and headed for the Malibu Surf Shack to see about booking some lessons. I talked to Sean there, and he was really friendly and helpful. He told me that if two of us went it would be $200 instead of $125 each. That would get us 1.5 hours of lesson and we could keep the gear for the rest of the day. I then decided to eat some Jack in the Box before I did anything else. I’m sorry, but we don’t get that stuff here. I played with the pigeons a bit at my table, then headed over to the pier. It was a bit chilly, and pretty windy, but I figured I’d check it anyhow.

The pretty girl in the shop there told me that the water was 55F, and I decided that I had better not put deposits on anything until I talk to my sick wife. Homey don’t play that.

I don’t mind cold water at all, but I know that she hates it, especially since she still had the dirty little head cold that one of you probably gave her. The chance of her even going in, let alone surfing for the day was pretty slim, so I just kept my green money in my wallet and headed back towards Santa Monica to catch the freeway back to meet my sweet, and maybe scarf down whatever Mongolian beef that she didn’t eat the night before.

We went to El Toreo for supper, and it was fabulous. It was a little hole in the wall Mexican place with 1950’s original decor. The US Presidents collection on the wall ended at Kennedy, so that should give you a hint.

Then we went to bed and I woke up with terrible heartburn from 2:30 until 4:00. I wonder why?

Anyhow, I guess I’ll cut this off here. I’ll be back tomorrow or Monday with stories about the fun day we had.

She drives real fast and she drives real hard, she’s the terror of Colorado Boulevard,


Jan 18

Fox Friday – Won’t Back Down


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My sweet baby and I settled in and watched this the other night, and it was fantastic. Everything about it was good, in my opinion, but I might be biased, because I love to see union leaders portrayed in a bad light. Have I mentioned that I’m not a big fan of today’s unions? No? Well, there it is. I understand why we need them, or needed them, but I’ll never like the assholes that run them.

Right now, our teacher’s union is in a battle of the bullies with our provincial government, and as usual the kids are pawns, because they are the only bargaining chip that’s worth anything. The thing that makes me mad is that there are some top-notch teachers out there, and it only takes a few bad ones, protected by their unions, to spoil the whole batch, so to speak.

Okay, you can start with the public shamingflaming and boycotting now.


Anyhow, I’ve been a fan of the willowy, quirky [easyazon_link identifier=”B000NTHT6G” locale=”US” nw=”y” nf=”y” tag=”granligh-20″ cart=”n” cloak=”y” localize=”y” popups=”y”]Maggie Gyllenhaal[/easyazon_link] for years, and [easyazon_link identifier=”B00G9TR60I” locale=”US” nw=”y” nf=”y” tag=”granligh-20″ cart=”n” cloak=”y” localize=”y” popups=”y”]Holly Hunter[/easyazon_link] as well. The rest of the cast was stellar, and included Viola Davis, Rosie Perez, and Ving Rhames. There were several other fine actors in it, but I didn’t know who many of them were, so pffft. Continue reading

Jan 11

Fox Friday – 30 Nights Of Paranormal Activity With The Devil Inside The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo

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Yep. I watched and reviewed this movie. First, if you haven’t watched the movie, check out the trailer.

It doesn’t look horrible, right? Maybe a bit dumb, but all of those parody movies look foolish to the average person.

I loved all of the [easyazon_link identifier=”B008MXMFVE” locale=”US” nw=”y” nf=”y” tag=”granligh-20″ cart=”n” cloak=”y” localize=”y” popups=”y”]Scary Movies that I have seen, which were 1,2, and 3[/easyazon_link], but I understand that to a lot of people they are asinine and idiotic. Sometimes I just want to veg out and watch some mindless, over the top humour.

Well, mindless and over the top, this might have been. Humourous, not at all. If it wasn’t so filthy, kids might have liked it, because they aren’t evolved enough to see past the failed attempts at potty talk, and brief appearances of celebrity lookalikes. Continue reading

Dec 07

Fox Friday – Ice Age: Continental Drift

(This review contains adult themes)

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T and I watched this the other day and I loved it. It was just the two of us here, and I felt bad that she didn’t have anyone to play with, so I said “Hey, do you want to watch a movie with me?”

T: “What movie?”

Me: “Ice Age: Continental Drift.” I had received it weeks ago and hadn’t had a chance to watch it, so I thought this would be a good chance to get some one on one time with her, and be able to review the movie.

T: “I’ve already seen it.”

I started to feel sad, because it seemed she would rather sit by herself than watch something with me.

T: “It was really good. I would watch it again.”

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Nov 19

Boy’s Weekend

Mr. Brady and I took his boys up to the camp for the weekend and had a great time. Unfortunately on a boy’s weekend, the old adage, What happens at the cabin, stays at the cabin, takes precedence over anything I’d like to tell you, so that’s that.

Proof that they know there is a rule.

I wanted to tell you all about how it was the first time on a boy’s weekend that I was the (mainly) responsible adult, and how oddly natural it felt to be in that role, but that’s about as far as I can go on the subject. It’s sad, really, because I think it would have made for a great blog post, what with me forgetting just about everything important, but I can’t write it, so without further ado I’m going to tell you about The Watch. Continue reading