Ooh. Ms. Donuts. A few years ago my parents moved out of the Echo Park house where I grew up, and I miss the excuse to stop by Ms. Donuts.

I mean, he might be a rich, privileged jerk, but he supports BLM and police reform, realizes COVID is An Actual Thing, reportedly doesn’t want any more kids, and is now single. Pros outweigh the cons for me. Yo, Armie! Hit me up!

If everyone had followed the guidelines set out, the re-opening might have gone right the first time.

I’m in Los Angeles and take daily sanity walks. I rarely come within 6 feet of anyone, but I keep a mask with me. Those people who won’t make way when they see someone coming in the opposite direction on a sidewalk, or who walk side-by-side and won’t go single file for 5 seconds, never seem to wear masks - so, hell…

Welp, it’s official. Summer is canceled.

“Don’t be good. Being good is no fun. Have fun - just be careful.”

I just got back from Trader Joe’s, so it’s more like what snacks DON’T I have?

Yep. Broccoli. 

My family has had a series of weird cats, but Cleo the Wonder Cat beat them all.

I can usually go voice-only on work meetings, but when I know I’m going to have to be on camera I put on a little makeup. It’s partly out of wanting to look decent, but mostly because I’m so pale that on camera I tend to look like a Victorian Gothic ghost who hasn’t been outside in 900 years. Light foundation, mascara…

I never thought I'd be excited about going to CVS and buying a new toothbrush, but here we are in the spring of 2020. 

Way back in the days before the Internet, there were certain numbers you could call for information. The best-known one was probably the number that gave you the local time (“At the tone, the time will be.... two... twenty-eight... and thirty seconds. BEEEEEP.”) There was also a number that you could call for the…

Eric Garcetti has a real gift for coming across as a thinking, feeling human. I’m sure he’s got a teleprompter, but it never feels like he’s reading off of it.

Here’s a little something I’ve observed about people: They don’t change.

Hang on, lemme get my grandparents on the astral line. They were all born between 1905 and 1915, so they’ve seen some shit.

It was awful. The show did start to reframe it for what it was it in the late 90s or early 00s. There was an episode where Luke admitted to their son that he’d raped Laura, and retold it from his point of view... And the son basically said “Nice story, Dad. I hate you.” 

There’s this stereotype that all soap acting is over the top - and, yes, there’s a lot of scene-chewing going on most of the time - but I feel like soaps don’t get enough credit as either a place for new actors to learn or an environment for more established actors to teach the craft to newbies.

On Wednesday, my company announced that we’d be holding a “remote work trial” Thursday through Tuesday. Everyone in my office was like, “Yeah... See you in April.” Thursday afternoon, the corporate overlord CEO sent out an email asking everyone who could to work from home until further notice. By Friday afternoon, all…

I love this show. I love this show so much that I’m doing the thing where I hold off on watching the finale because I don’t want it to be over. I want the potters to do a spinoff show where they open a studio and help each other carry things to the drying room. I want a Throwdown line of toast racks, which I would end…

I don’t expect him to control all of the people supporting him.