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Found this in a drawer in the garage this morning.
Some of you youngsters may find yourselves unfamiliar with this handy little piece of obsolescence. Back before USB and wireless printers, these little goodies were used to hook mismatched printer cables together.
I was early for my meeting in East LA this morning so I sauntered into a local Starbucks for a Grande hi-test dark roast (please leave some room for the cream). Do I need some commas? ^^^
Strolling back across the macadam I suffered the moment of panic, patting each pocket while shifting the coffee from hand to hand. The keys were plainly visible through the tinted glass, lying on the console right next to the now-useless phone.
I figured there had to be a pay phone nearby. Sure those are relics, but still. Wrong. Asked at Starbucks. The guy lol, pay phone? But he was way cool and let me punch up AAA on his cordless phone, itself a near relic. Even better? When the dispatcher sent the tow truck to the wrong Home Despot, five miles further down, on Garfield and Slauson, AAA called the Starbucks to determine the problem. The chick at Starbucks took care of business for moi. She verified where they were and, get this, she came out and found me in the parking lot to give me an update. Now that, my friends, is service.
The technique for breaking into the truck was different than I expected. No Slim Jim. No, I don't mean those greasy brown Con Agra sticks in the round plastic container on the counter at Circle K.
The guy drove a couple of rubber wedges between the door and the frame up near the top/rear of the driver door. Then, he inserted a rubber bladder that looked a little like a hot water bottle but had a knob control and an inflator like something you'd take your blood pressure with. He pumped that up by hand, which forced the door open a bit more. Then he inserted a long steel rod with a handle on the end and hit the unlock button, which set off the alarm.
Wham! Bam! Thank you, Ma'am! We were done. Well, he was done.
My kids made parole. The House Blond graduated from 8th grade yesterday and Jacob took his last final the day before. But it was Felice that reminded me of Alice Cooper's wildly popular rock anthem that's been adopted by succeeding generations of adolescents, all yearning to be free of the chalkboardgreen board white board ball and chain.
School's out for summer School's out forever School's been blown to pieces
I'm pretty sure that DHS & FBI think such trash talk constitutes a terrorist threat. Singing it at school might buy your friends an instant lockdown and earn you an expulsion from the hallowed halls of learning. Just sayin'.
The House Blond will be in the orchestra seats at the Nokia Theater in Los Angeles for tonight's American Idol finale. Actually, I think the show is well underway as we speak (4:00 PDT here in the Southland). Exactly how cool is this?(!) She'll be there with good friend Hailey and her dad, Ty, who scored the tickets after putting his name in a year ago.
As many long time readers know, American Idol has been a family tradition at the casa for years. It is Mrs TWC's favorite and even though the DVR is spinning, you'd best not disturb the continuity. IOW, better shaddup cuz mom's gonna beat ya if you don't.
Tonight the face off is between Sanchez and my favorite, Phillip. I love Jessica, but who the heck is choosing those hideous shoes for her? Is it that Tommy Hilfiger guy? Ain't no doubt Sanchez can belt it out, but Phillip has a very unique sound and style. Plus his dad was open-carrying last week. On camera. That's just cool.
Here's Phillip last week:
Text From Katie about 2:00 PM: Bacon Wrapped LA Street Hot Dog! Holla! Jealous?
The City of Los Angeles banned these things a while back.
Tip of the glass and many thanks to Ty for sharing his good fortune. It will be an evening the girls will long remember.
College Humor pulled off one of the more elaborate and interesting April Fool's Day Pranks, assuring desperate New Yorkers that the long rumored opening of an In-N-Out burger joint was happening in the summer of 2010.
In-N-Out is a west coast phenom that began right here in So Cal with their conceptualization of the drive-thru burger joint back in '48, which commenced to revolutionize the burger industry. Most people like them, including my old buddy Jim. Jim had heard rumors about them all the way back to his native Pittsburgh, but had never tried one on. TWC fixed him up one day (the results were predictable, he loved them).
The House Blond at a Real In-N-Out in Oxnard Ca
In the days of my vagrant yoot there were only a dozen or so of these places in the entire Southland. Ducking out from behind the Orange Curtain and on to Azusa or Baldwin Park to snaffle up a coupla bags full of burgers generally took the better part of a Friday evening.
Neither time nor distance dissuaded us, it was what we did. We were the poster kids of the now maligned car culture. Driving equaled freedom. Accordingly, every couple of weeks we'd pitch in for gas, pile into somebody's car, and take a ride.
Been a little chilly around the southland after that arctic storm roared through here over the weekend. We had frost warnings last night. Guess spring ain't really sprung. At least not here.
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We were driving back from Phonics, via Wickenberg on US 60, during much of that storm. It was pretty awesome. I got sleeted at, hailed on, brutalized by pouring rain, then the storm cleared for a while and we could see the snow capped San Francisco Peaks over by Flagstaff. Later we hit sand and dust storms going through Desert Center, and then more driving rain, which washed the remnants of the sand-blasted paint off the front fenders. :-) Not really, JK about the sandblasted paint, though I'm pretty sure it did happen to Andy Anderson after a long, circuitous sales trip to the midwest.
This box contains needle sharp lancets. When used as intended, a diabetic places a lancet into a plunger-like device that is a bit shorter and a bit more rotund than a mechanical pencil. Once loaded, the flat, round bottom end of the device is placed against your fingertip and then the plunger is activated. The spring loaded lancet quickly pokes a hole in your finger, If all goes well, there is enough blood flow to allow a blood glucose test. It feels something like when the doctor pokes you in the finger for a quickie blood test.
Every time I look at a box of these needle sharp lancets I marvel at the name: Softclix. Who thought that up?
I know y'all scoff at what we Californios consider cold, but TWC had to bring in the brass monkey last night. High twenties with winds approaching Mach II was the overnight forecast and I'm thinkin' it may have got there. Thank the Sweet Lord that fireplaces are still legal in the Golden Fleece State. Well, technically, you can't build a new house with a wood burning fireplace, but you know what I mean. Ours was cranking out the btu's.
No frost damage last night, mostly because all the frigid air slides down the slope to the valley below, which allows the warmer air to rise.
Supposed to be down in the mid-thirties tonight and the Santa Ana winds are still blowing the doors down.
Photo Credit: TWC, all rights reserved. Yep, that's out fireplace, for reals.