With Edward Snowden, PRISM, The Guardian and the entire world raining down shit upon the Obama administration, I thought I’d start to help him and the NSA and let them know what I’m up to. After all, our poor government needs the unconditional support of its citizens, right?

• 8:30 – Woke up. Brushed teeth. Daily bowel evacuation. Made coffee and poured a cup. Turned on and watched an episode of Season 3 of Melrose Place.
• 9:00 – While watching the episode, I checked email, mostly junk, and kept my Simpsons: Tapped Out game up to date.
• 9:15 – Read my newsfeed on Feedly. Contained several articles from Vice, Gawker, Deadspin, Brain Pickings.
• 9:30 – Put on clothes. Pour to-go mug with coffee. Packed up computer. Left house for Dodger Stadium.
• 10:15 – Arrived at Dodger Stadium. Set up laptop. Went downstairs to clubhouse to get the day started. Talked to Jerry Hairston about Stanley Cup Finals.
• 11:00 – Mattingly in the dugout. Sent out a couple of Dodger-related tweets.
• 11:30 – Back up to press box. Started writing my piece.
• 12:00 – Ate lunch
• 1:00 – Dodger game starts. Went on #LasordaWatch as Tommy napped during the game. Checked Feedly several times during the game. Read Guardian piece on Edward Snowden.
• 5:30 – Left Dodger Stadium after posting story. Stopped off at Ralphs to buy Lactaid milk for grandmother.
• 6:30 – Made dinner. Steak and rice.
• 7:30 – Watched an old Huell Howser episode about the Bullock’s Wilshire Tea Room. Spent the next few hours on Wikipedia looking up listed historical places in Southern California and Louisiana.
• 9:30 – Moonshine and Melrose Place.
• 12:30 – Sleep.

Hopefully that helps out Mr. and Mrs. and Ms. NSA folks.

69 years ago today the Allied Forces stormed the beaches of Normandy which is now famously known as D-Day. It was the great push on the Western Front to liberate Europe from the evils of Hitler and Nazi Germany.

I don’t hide behind the guise of patriotism. I don’t wave the flag blindly. I think war and belligerence should be the last option.

But without this operation, life as we know it could be a lot different. So I think we should take a moment and remember the significance of June 6.

Fuck him.

I’m an adult and a proud user of butt wipes. Now I don’t use the premium brand from the Dollar Shave company that sells a box of 40 for $4.00. That’s just insane. I use the above pictured Target-brand toddler wipes because, most importantly, they are flushable. Also a box of 432 wipes costs $13.

I have to say they make clean up so much faster. I use one toilet paper wipe, one toddler wipe and one last toilet paper wipe to dry everything up. Boom boom done.

I don’t know what kind of skidmarks Cook has in his drawers, but as a homosexual man if I happen to be walking around and a guy wants to poke me in the bum, nothing is more of a willy-shrinker than flecks of fecal matter.

Actually, who am I kidding. Ain’t no one going to wanna poke me if they see me on the streets. But one can never be too prepared, right? Will the Boy Scouts now give out a badge for that? On second thought I should probably carry around a portable anal douche contraption. Hm.

I decided to discover some of the historic buildings of San Pedro today. Of course the first place I went to was the Point Fermin Lighthouse. Built in 1874 when there was nothing in the area, it was the first lighthouse built even before San Pedro and Los Angeles was a big shipping town.

A Victorian style structure, it has stood in the same location ever since. Of course it is no longer functioning having been dimmed since the day Pearl Harbor was attacked. But it was neat to be able to go inside and climb to the top.

I also decided to go to the Muller house which was built in 1899.

This house was originally built by Edward Mahar for his parents who lived in Wilmington. They didn’t want to move, so a couple of years later shipbuilder William Muller bought it for his growing family.

The house was originally located at 129 Front Street which is closer to where the current Vincent Thomas Bridge. In 1912 it was moved to 19th Street and Grand Avenue where it stood until 1986 where it was moved to its current location at 16th Street and Beacon Street where it overlooks the harbor.

Finally there is this overlooked gem:

Built in 1888, it was originally a gift from the Sepulveda family, owners of the Palos Verdes Rancho, when Dodson married their daughter Rudecinda. The home was originally built at 7th Street and Beacon Streets in the historic Vinegar Hill part of town. In the 1900’s the house was moved to where the current San Pedro High School is located.

In the mid-1930’s it was moved to its current location right across the street from the current Daniels Field on 13th Street.

Of course Rudecinda had a middle school named for her, which also happened to be where I graduated.

Thanks to the foxy Christina, I learned of the existence of the Summer of Jest.

It’s tempting to do this. There is perhaps the most brilliant group of words put down in literary history since Dostoevsky’s “The Grand Inquisitor” in The Brothers Karamazov: Wallace’s description of the game of Eschaton.

But there are a couple of problems. First is that I have something akin to 500 books in queue to read. The next is that I have the summer of the Dodgers to contend with, and if you have been following you know shit is about to go down.

As you see in my celebratory fake-fucking of the book in the picture above, I finished the book a couple of years ago. I really do want to re-read it. Perhaps…?

On the roadtrip, one of the places that left an indelible mark in my memory was the quick day we spent in Oklahoma. At the Motel 6 in Norman, the overnight desk clerk was originally from Metarie, LA who had evacuated after Hurricane Katrina.

The next day we came upon billboards pointing to the Toy & Action Figure Museum in Pauls Valley just south on the I-35. We had to go.

Religion and politics aside, I found the folks in Oklahoma very welcoming. That’s why when hearing about all of the tornadoes sweeping through the state on consecutive days has me worried.

It doesn’t look good in Moore, OK, but I hope the casualty numbers are as low as possible.

I decided it was time for a new look here. So voila. I actually didn’t take too much time and effort on this. Maybe I should have?

Anyhow an update: in the Slayer story below I wrote that Jeff Hanneman’s death was not caused by alcohol. Unfortunately it was. I apologize. Then again compared to the mistakes that CNN made during the Boston Marathon bombing manhunt, my mistake was a little more on the smaller end of the spectrum.

Another update: as you can see in the photo above I returned to the NBC4 studios. I was doing a small one-minute-or-so segment on “Going Roggin” just introducing myself. I also made fun of people from Montreal. But thanks to “technical difficulties” my segment didn’t air last night.

I’m convinced I’m the technical difficulty. But it’s all right. I had no makeup and was a sweaty mess. So I would say that I’m disappointed, but not really.

Because I love hockey, I put on the Toronto-Boston Game 7 on the television close to me in the press box before the Dodger game started. Someone also put the game on in one of the dining room televisions also. The game looked over. Toronto had the 4-1 lead early in the third period, Boston was down 4 defensemen and Toronto just looked faster.

Only problem was Toronto took it down a gear while Boston threw everything and the kitchen sink. Next thing you know in the final 90 seconds with Boston still trailing 4-2 with goalie Tuukka Rask pulled in favor of the sixth attacker. Boston does it twice to tie the game. In fact they also had a 3-on-2 rush in the waning seconds before Toronto goalie James Reimer poke checked the puck away albeit dangerously.

It was a great game, a great ending. And the funny thing is instead of watching all of the Dodger pregame ceremonies the eyes were fixed on this game. Patrice Bergeron scored the OT goal about a minute or so before first pitch at Dodger Stadium, and then I could concentrate on that mess that proceeded in front of me.

Sure a lot of people talk shit about hockey, that it’s a dying sport. But in moments like last night, it doesn’t matter that the NBA is playing. People are interested in these sorts of things. Maybe it’s not all about hockey, it just happened to be a hockey game that it happened in.

Well I’ll be out tonight for the second round series that will be ignored by everyone outside of California: Kings-Sharks.

I ran into Fred Roggin yesterday who said I was too hard on myself in my assessment on my television debut. I thought it was funny, the story that is. So it makes it worth it, right?

I was watching CNN today, and they made a big deal of this Jodi Arias person. I’m still trying to understand why her case is so interesting. Two replies I got on Twitter:

@jimmybramlett Because of the brutality, lies, smirking, and general dragging the victim under the bus.It’s not gonna be tolerated.

— Lori Donald (@Lori_Donald) May 8, 2013

@jimmybramlett Because men are dopes. ;))Women know what’s goin’ on, and we’re not gonna sit by and let this liar walk free w/out argument

— IToldya So (@I_ToldYa_So) May 8, 2013

My reply was, well how about all of the other murder cases going on around the world? I have yet to hear back.

What disturbs me is the amount of women who attended this trial. Most of them seemed ready to strap her into an electric chair. Their blood thirst was just about as vicious as it was against Casey Anthony.

I don’t know whether or not they did what they were accused of doing. But my point remains: why should I care about their cases more than any other murder trial that is going on around the country?

I’ve been waiting for an answer to that question for over a month, and I’m still waiting. Anyone?

Aside from covering the Dodgers and the Kings, I went to Cole’s the other day and took this picture in the urinal.

I also made my television debut which I chronicled here.

I also did the Kings first playoff game this season and thought the lights were pretty.

I went to Roscoes and had some chicken and red beans and rice.