Memo to Guy Fieri:

It's days before 2009.

"Swingers" was released on October 18th, 1996.  By October 19th that year it was no longer cool to refer to something as being "money" unless there was a denomination and a picture of a dead President on it.  This was also about the time that the short, bleached spiky 'do had been abandoned by straight guys (the gays had passed it on about four years earlier, along with the board shorts and combat boots look).  Twelve years, Guy.  Time to move on.

Guy, you're 40.  I realise that you don't want to go gentle into that good night, but must you rage against the dying of the light in that outfit?

Just a thought.

Photo credit:  Wikipedia

On a Clear Day, You Can See Century City..

And Palos Verdes, and Catalina. Of course, If I wasn't shooting the picture with my kind of crappy iPhone camera, it might look half as spectacular as the view from Lago Vista Drive was this past Sunday after the rainstorm.

We're having big time rains this week, and the snow level is dropping. This is the week that all of the professional photogs head out for those pictures of downtown with the snowcapped mountains in the background. Ones like this one.

Picture credit: my iPhone

I like Cats better than Dogs.

There, I said it.

Despite the fact that I have become in my early hundreds allergic to cats, to the point that without an Aqua-net sized Albuterol inhaler I will whorf like a Kirby with an over-full bag, I love them.  I love that when you get affectionate with them they look at you with pity because you're too clingy.  I even love that they decide that they have to express their undying affection for you the exact moment that you haven't saved the 36 hours of work on an incredibly complicated spreadsheet or career-making PowerPoint by jumping onto the keyboard, pressing CTRL/ESC/Enter, preening and giving you a melting look that says "yes, I have destroyed your career, but at the moment I adore you, and if you don't want me to treat your Prada as my litterbox you will pet me.

Of course Dogs do this, and they get off Scott(ie)-free.  At the risk of provoking Dog lovers,  you will put up with Fido actually chowing down on your Prada, peeing (or worse) on the rug and yet still waking you up at ungodly hours for a walk.

That, and the fact that they bark.  Every minute you aren't home.  Trust me on this.

Image of Giselle from The Non Blonde

There's a new Wii commercial

With a woman in a spectacular house with a crazy view and a fireplace playing Wii with a friend.  Because why bother to actually interact with a human?  Or enjoy your view?  Or enjoy a fire in your million dollar house?  No.  Wave a plastic stick.

So much better than actually interacting with actual carbon-based life forms..