Yeah, fair enough. I stand by the rest, though, haha.

Counter-counterpoint: there’s actually plenty of space within the existing sprawl, it’s just that most of the influx is coming from places like NY and SF—places that have always looked down on LA, and so these folks expect it to adapt to them instead of vice versa which means building high rises in forced “city…

Interesting... I’ve lived and worked in Hollywood for years, and—as one of the rare carless Angelenos—have spent a large portion of that time walking through the area at various times of day, and I have yet to run into Stabby Joe. Which isn’t to say he isn’t out there, but perhaps he’s not quite as prevalent as you’re…

Yeah, and that particular area is criss-crossed with faultlines. Construction had to meet certain standards because of that, but the kind of height they’re pushing is asking for trouble. And given the amount of pay-to-play going on, I have my doubts about how rigorous the testing has been.

I wish I were lying. He actually said “Hollywood should be LA’s Manhattan” once as if it being fucking HOLLYWOOD wasn’t enough. Now it’s becoming glass and steel high rises as far as the eye can see.

That’s more of a San Diego reaction.

We care about as much as we cared about the Rams coming back and the Chargers coming to the area: not at all. This shit just keeps getting foisted on us.

Fuck Eric Garcetti, that square-jawed, smirking bullshitter. I hate him and wish there was a decent alternative to vote for, but the last election was a fucking clownshow outside of him, so we get another term of his desperate attempts to turn Hollywood into Manhattan, and LA into some dream he had once about what a…

I once dated a girl who kept track of receipts and would get on me for reading her texts and not replying immediately. That got old quick.

Right on about Bond. I really wish I could have some good old fashioned cheese in a goofy-ass spy movie again. Or Batman, for god’s sake! I watched Batman Forever a couple months back on a lark and it felt like a beacon from a friendly past: “Remember when this goofy shit was allowed to be goofy shit?” Hell, even…

I absolutely believe the Cavs can win. I don’t think it’s something that you need to talk yourself into. The Cavs are a really good team, and they have LeBron. Kevin Durant is an excellent player, but I don’t see him as the tipping point; the Warriors were already a juggernaut last year, and the Cavs beat them; this…

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Ha, exactly the first thing that came to my mind as well. Couldn’t possibly go wrong!

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Okay, which one of you is writing under “Sam Miller” at ESPN now?

Right, I thought the point of the show was that Ted was so focused on The One, that he was blind to other possibilities. That he convinced himself that Robin was The One, and that by *finally* letting her go to be with Barney and moving on, he opened himself up and boom, the mother enters his life.

Seriously... it was jarring to learn that the creators didn’t understand their own show.

There’s an alternate edit of it floating around online that doesn’t cruelly murder Your Mother and hints at a Robin and Barney reunification. It also ends with more Bob Saget voiceover instead of “Old Ted.” It will forever be the true version as far as I’m concerned.

Pfft, fuck that, li’l Stevie can SEE!

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