I Wanna Rock And Roll All Night And Do Puzzles Every Day

On New Years Day, we went to a fun gathering at a friends house. In one of the rooms, they had an unfinished puzzle laid out for their party guests to help with. We liked the idea of doing a puzzle, and the host graciously lent us one on our way out. Last night, after only three and a half weeks, we finally finished it! (Or I should say, Gina finally finished it.)

We were semi-disappointed when we finished the puzzle, because it was so much fun to put together. But then, we found this in our closet...

Let's see if we can do this in less than a month.

The Worst Beer Ever?

Seriously. How gross does this look? I sincerely doubt that this is "La Combinacion Perfecta". More like "La Combinacion Disgustinga".

Los Angeles Marathon, Anyone?

So I'm thinking I might try my hand at the whole marathon experience again and go for the Los Angeles Marathon. Well, not really the whole marathon. I'll either walk/run the half marathon or run a 10k or something. They even have a bike tour starting before the actual race begins. How often can you bike 26 miles through the streets of Los Angeles without worrying about a truck sideswiping you? NEVER.

Who's in?

Happy Holidays!

The craziest fuckin' house we've ever seen.

We were driving down a major street in Phoenix, when we saw signs advertising "Santa's House - Free Tours". The lights were so bright, we could see them from a block away, even though the house was around the corner.

Room after room had been severely redecorated for the holidays.

We were greeted at the front door by the guy who owned the house. I'm guessing he's single.

I can only imagine how much time goes into setting everything up. It seems like a year-round full-time gig.

Hmmm... No underwater Christmas decorations? What a slacker!

The dude's angel collection puts my Satan beer bottle collection to shame.

We counted over forty trees scattered around the house. My favorite was this upside down one.

The garage was redecorated to resemble a 99 cent store. All these Xmas items had price tags on them.

I'm still not sure where the guy sleeps. The house is completely uninhabitable.

Write On

I haven't blogged in a while because I've been preoccupied with the writer's strike. (As a writer on strike, that seems reasonable). If you're interested at all, I implore you to check out LAist, for whom I've been filing a report "from the front line" nearly every day.


In the meantime, here are some firsthand photos: