Shown: NBC Burbank, Santa Monica Pier, Metro Train, Olvera St., Downtown, Screenwriting Books, Mountains, IN-N-OUT Burger, Mann's, Matterhorn
-- The best part about this December scene is that there's no snow in it.
I got several complaints about my last vacation recap, Cooch in the Canaries. Aside from going way overboard on cruelty to certain vacationers, it included way too many phrases like this:
-- Taking over FIVE THOUSAND WORDS just to describe the flight to where you're going is never good.
In short, people didn't like a detailed minute-by-minute of a flight from to Madrid. Turns out if they really wanted to experience such a thing, they'd just fly there themselves. But at the time I wrote it, I didn't know that. I also was working with a 4 MB site size limit and the chance that printing a picture of me eating a dog bone (next to a TV showing low-budget pornography) would get me expelled. Ah, college.
Times, thankfully, have changed. Not only do I now make a living wage, I bask in the opulence of a 250 MB limit. Banal to my heart's content. Combine that with a new digital camera, and we just might have an end product the's enjoyable for several.
And on that note, comments are both welcome and encouraged. Send to firstname.lastname@example.org and expect a reply. It's not like I have anything better to do, really.
As this was a (North) Hollywood based trip, it's only fair we give the stars their due:
As I said on the main page when I got back, we ate things on sticks before being regaled with delightful flavored steak, grew to hate the Tournament of Roses, got questioned by an L.A. police officer, watched the ball drop on tape delay, placed ass in the spot of a famous Mavis and got a free viewing of the latest Hustler magazine. Hopefully, what follows will fill in the blanks ... otherwise, the two hours I spent on this page will have been a total fucking waste.
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