Monday
Mar042002

Justice Bedsworth's monthly column has been updated. He's also over there in the Menage, although his column - sadly - is not a blog. I mean to speak with him about this, honest, but am working on how to broach it. In these times of heightened security, an opening conversational salvo with a Justice of the Court of Appeal that goes "Hi Bill, we really need to discuss blogging" is likely to earn you a shopping spree at the orange jumpsuit emporium. In any event, this month Beds dissects the Kerkorian child support case. I particularly enjoyed his unique blow-by-blow of how the couple reached their litigatory impasse, which includes observations like, "She had to agree to divorce him within a month of the marriage. Sounds like a bad Ally McBeal episode, doesn't it? Ally McBeal, hell, it sounds like something the Brothers Grimm would have come up with if mescaline had been available in 18th century Germany." Oh, it's good. As usual. If checking in on Beds regularly doesn't start to convince you that the courts might be in good hands after all, nothing will.

Meanwhile, back at the law firm, Kiefer Sutherland is in the house - or on the plaza, actually - filming his show 24, which despite good notices I am unable to warm up to. The plot seems as though it might have made an ok X-Files episode - but just one, not a whole season. The show must go on though, that's the thing about LA. If you can't land yourself at least one TV or movie spot a week, you're simply not trying. There is a little-known city ordinance that requires the number of active production crews to equal the number of Starbucks franchises on any given day. You can look it up.

Saturday
Mar022002

Just put The Bombast Transcripts up on a shelf, having finished the last chapters/sends/screeds on a sun-kissed morrning with a three-piece combo playing backup: birdsong, motorized garden apparatus, and (faintly - an aural afterimage) surf washing sand.


Red Shift Blues looks at such mornings, such birds, such lawns, and discerns "a dark and dangerous path;" "More dimensions. Greater life." Here, it is easy to believe vampires sprang anew from the imagination of Joss Wheedon. But the wisdom of Locke's advice to observe what is latched to one's own throat somehow does not diminish the sun and birds and surf; it sharpens them.

Friday
Mar012002

Thursday
Feb282002

Ads, begone. A fine investment of the $12 that was burning a hole in my PayPal account. 'Fact, my goodwill toward the world of blogs, blogging tools and bloggers is at such a high I may have to donate to this fellow's Cadillac collection fund. (Doc, you're a wonder that you find these folks.) What could be cooler than being this guy's "Soul Brother" or just plain being a "Stone Pimp," I ask you? (I'd love to compile a list of the strangest things one can support via easy online payment - Fang comes to mind - if you have any ideas).

Wednesday
Feb272002

Color me Rainbow, with a Bite
Just got the e-mail that the Mac is on its way. Shipped. Having departed from Apple. Wheee!

And I have to pound Jeneane heartily on the back for her incredible feat today with Blog Sisters. To go from sending invites at 9.50 a.m. pst, to catching the eye of Gary, RageBoy® and Doc before midnight - you are a whirling, blogging dervish.