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Well, it is Jazz running into anything and everything, but since his nose is soooooo tiny and Hollywood perfect, he doesn't seem to notice. Oh, I love LA. Let's party!

 
Okay, the one who keeps on running into the wall has be Jazz.

 
Did you ever notice that when you are feeling a bit under the weather, or feeling a bit down, every single person who calls is FULL OF FLIPPIN' VIM AND VIGOR, determined to make you snap out of it, umm, IMMEDIATELY?

And why does that damned gnat keep flyin down my shirt???? Bugger.

 
So, if you happen to be in the neighborhood, come on by and meet our two new brothers: Timmy and Jazz. Just the way we like them: gorgeous hunks and dumb as a box of rocks.

 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MR. B !!!!!!!!

 
So, first of all, many apologies to those who dared to comment on this blog. Those enormously appreciated comments have apparently been erased in the process of establishing the "haloscan" account. (Doesn't the name "Haloscan" sound soooooo astral?????) Anyway, ahem, C-note and I have worked out the kinks and supposedly, officially, we're in the comments business, I think!

 
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It's me again. The comments will be the same as my blog since I had to copy and paste the HaloScan from my blog.

 
This is The Guitar God here. Just put comments in for mum. Go to my site.

 
Celebrity sighting of the day: Michael Douglas entering parking structure number five, 3rd Street Promenade, driving convertible silver Porche. He's old.

 
This morning I had an interestingly hyperactive conversation in front of Pet Headquarters with a guy named Greg. Apparently his son has ADD, lives with his ex-wife who is a nurse, eats too much sugar, gets teased by his brother, is several grades ahead in reading, math, and science, and is on a triple dose of speed medications. All this information in about seventeen seconds. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.

 
Well, did any of you have to swerve to miss nine asian guys all wearing white, smoking in the street in front of the American Sushi Academy? Probably not.

 
I never thought I'd say this in a million years, but here goes: It's overcast and cool today, hooray! Only because yesterday it registered 95 degrees INSIDE the house.

 
Overheard at Marmalade Cafe (tourist couple looking totally conspicuous in their pleated burmuda shorts and polo shirts): "Honey, part of the California thing was that I wanted to buy a harmonica. Do you think that is alright?". What the relationship between harmonicas and California is could be anybody's guess. One would think he would be wanting a more appropriate souvenir such as a seashell, or a Hell's Angel. Hmmm.

 
Feeling weary today, as Mr. B chose to rise for the day at 3:00 a.m. full of spunk.

I was so tired this morning, I decided to stop at Marmalade for some coffee and a snack. As I sat perusing the Surfside News, I couldn't help but notice that loud fellow that sounded exactly like Dick Van Dyke. Because it actually was Dick Van Dyke. He has very pearly white capped teeth.