Reasons Why I Love Los Angeles, #371
Today I saw Dino De Laurentiis at Target.
How the hell did Keenan Wynn get there?
Shaking in anticipation!
Damn, I better get this set! No one’s bid on it because …
JFK at one time had his legs broke, and they have been reglued. See photo.
What’s a coupla broken legs? I have a feeling the Sam Giancana creamer and sugarbowl set had something to do with it.
Shake it all about
When my grandfather died, I begged my relatives to search for his JFK salt and pepper shaker set. They didn’t find it (or so they said) but every now and then I look on ebay for one. Yesterday I found one cheap, but I should have guessed that crazy Kennedy collectors would soon outbid me.
This was made before the assassination, and it’s pretty twisted:
the rocking chair is the pepper shaker.
And look where the salt comes out:
On the bright side, I did manage to get the “WELFARE” game I’ve been looking for - sealed in box! I hope to have a rockin’ game of welfare at Chez Lethal soon.
PS. A reader sends:
The Ann Notes
It started one day back in March when I was walking down Olympic Blvd. I spotted these stickers.
Then, no more.
Now, three months later, in Santa Monica, I spotted them again:
The stuff of nightmares
Marky sent this to me and it all fell into place … I have finally found the cause of my terrifying nightmare as a child: that of a giant bunny with saber-tooth-tiger fangs, which bit me on the arm, giving me my lifelong fear of giant bunnies.
Judge, may I present proof to the jury of my client’s longstanding mental illness? Her phobia is entirely to blame for the incident that brings her before us today. Her attack on the man in the bunny suit stems from childhood trauma and she is not to blame!
Tagged: Tender Eyeballs
From TJB: Donna, please don’t hate me. Muscato tagged me, and I’m tagging you. It’s tag-team fabulosity.
This means you must:
- Pick up the nearest book.
- Open to page 123.
- Locate the fifth sentence.
- Post the next three sentences on your blog and in so doing…
- Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you.
My nearest book is SO fruity.
Okay, I’m sitting at my desk (at home) and there are a few books I keep on my desktop: all of Princess Luciana’s books, natch; “The Male Mystique: Men’s advertising in the 1970s” (no words, though); “A Dictionary of Saints,” “Bizarre: Vols. 14-26,” “Eat Your Troubles Away,” and “Zolar’s Message from the Stars.”
All would make a good choice, and all are equally close by. Is it cheating to pick one over the other? Why am I even concerned? Well … Princess Luciana is a regular feature, as are saints. Let’s go with “Eat Your Troubles Away,” which has a much better title than actual contents:
“A serious lack of manganese is accompanied by dizziness, poor elasticity in the muscles, tender eyeballs, confused thinking, poor memory. There is another side to manganese which we are just beginning to suspect.”
Oh no! I definitely suffer from tender eyeballs, because I must shut my eyes continually in shock from the fashion atrocities I witness daily in Los Angeles.
