True. In Los Angeles, there is no such thing as “hailing a cab.” You have to call one or find one near a hotel.
Si.
I look forward to Fridays so I can read “3-Ingredient Happy Hour” on Lifehacker and “Clapback Mailbag” on The Root. I’m gonna start actually making each week’s cocktail to sip while I savor the Mailbag. It’s how I start my weekends.
Just so you know, I’ve been drinking 3-ingredient pina coladas all week.
I do not admire the things that Alex admires.
‘Cuz political progressives reflexively shit on the boss?
Does the judge realize that “Blinded by the Light” is very much a song about masturbation?
Well said. But I might be more appalled by the folks who plan to vote for him again. In 2016, I thought he’d be a terrible president, but I didn’t have any evidence. Now we do. Now we have proof he can’t do the job, that he’s dangerous now and dangerous going forward. And millions of people are getting ready to vote…
Goodbye Tim Marchman
I’m curious to know why you went with cans instead of bottles?
These dudes would like a word with you.
Seeing Chromatics tonight at The Wiltern theater:
Debilitating disease can’t stop Dan Patrick, it can only hope to contain him.
Thank you, OBG!
I love The Fleshtones.
Blue Monk Monday ... fixed it for ya!
I saw this show at The Ahmanson before it headed for Broadway. It is outstanding. The musical numbers alone make it worth your time, but there’s much more to Ain’t Too Proud.
It’s just basketball. It’s not Rocket science.