Some Shit Just Sticks

Bird Shit

I’m not known for being good about getting my car washed. Several weeks ago, a bird must have had some bad indigestion and flew over my car because it took a walloping shit right on my driver-side windshield wiper. I took it through a drive-thru car wash, and it’s still there in all of its glory. I think it’s time to get a proper car wash.

Especially since I have all the time in the world with the Dodger season done and the NHL in lockout mode. This is my first extended break from covering a sports team since the NHL came back from the Winter Olympic break in 2010 when I started covering the Kings. I suppose I’ll figure out some way to pass the time. As you can see in the picture above, I do have a parking pass for Santa Anita so there’s that.

Perhaps I’ll have time to finish Proust’s In Search of Lost Time. Perhaps.

I know that I’ll be going to see a screening of Gregg Araki’s Nowhere at USC on Thursday. Not only is it my favorite Araki movie, but it is one of my favorite films of all time.

Then there’s the performance of Mark Danielewski’s The Fifty Year Sword at the REDCAT on Halloween night. $20 if anyone wants to come with me.