Gino the Wonder Dog!

In Lucerne, Switzerland, this dog was playing in the lake with his owner. The owner would throw this stick far out into the lake, and Gino would eagerly swim out and get it. Our group--about 45 people--was cheering him on and yelling "Good dog!", but he was utterly, happily focused--he didn't care about anything but his owner and that stick.

Haven't been posting much while I'm traveling--functional internet access is too hard to come by. I have indeed been taking like 75 pictures a day, though. :) I'll start posting regularly again when I come home.

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Look!

There's an "Everything" store in Paris, too!

Internet access--and time to blog--is scarce on my European trip. I'll be back to my picture-a-day schedule as soon as I can.

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Good lookin'

I went to the dog park the other day to take pictures, and this guy was my choice for the Most Awesomely Quirky-Looking Dog Award. (I mean, the ears alone should qualify him.) He was quite the sweetie, and seemed to feel I was very tasty, if all the licking was any indication.

Then I noticed he'd been sporting an erection throughout the proceedings and felt our time was over. I know, it's a dog, but...just how I felt.

I have many more dog park pictures, which I'll post at some later point...when I'm not about to leave for the airport in two hours for a trip to Europe.

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Driving and shooting*

The side of the Wiltern Theater in L.A., an Art Deco landmark. This doesn't really show the building, of course, but I think it's interesting how, on the right, vintage neon contrasts with modern (and some might say tacky) neon.

(*Don't try this at home. Or rather...at car.)

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Layout probs

I don't know what's going on around here, but I've discovered that whenever I post something new ("new" as in "after June 12th"), it throws the whole layout off. Suddenly the sidebar gets squished down below all the posts. As you probably will notice, I have done exactly that with this post, blown the whole nice balanced layout thingy to smithereens.

I have a vague idea of why it's happening--new posts are throwing code into the mix that messes with the greater page layout code--but I don't know where the wrench in the works is actually lurking.

This is the reason I didn't post yesterday, though I tried to. And it's also the reason I won't post today, except to say that I'm not posting. I hope to fix it soon and then resume posting.

(Of course, those last three sentences presuppose that someone, ANYONE in the entire world is actually reading this thing, and that such announcements are necessary. As we all know that's not true, I guess I can do anything I want.)

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Commentary

Someone is against the Hollywood Undead... whatever that is.

Maybe it's the Hollywood Van Helsing. (::is obscure::)

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Peeking Dog

This little guy was in a friend's bag, without any of us knowing it, even after we'd stood there talking for like 15 minutes.

The world must be very big for him.

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You're so nauti...cal.

I drove past this place yesterday, and though I think I've seen it before, it was obvious that this was my picture for the day.

Methinks somebody read a little too much Mark Twain growing up, and then decided to be an architect. The windows are portholes. WITH bars on them--personally, I think you could ditch that feature. Dude, if anybody could even FIT through that tiny round space to get into your house, they'd deserve whatever they came to steal. God knows the residents must not be getting much light as it is, without adding the extra hardware.

I tried Googling this place before I posted, but amazingly, found nothing. I put in "boat," "house," "weird," "architecture," "los angeles," "silverlake," and the names of the streets on whose corner it is. Nuthin'. Somebody has to have said something about this place previously, and darn it, I want some history.

But for now, I guess we'll just have to settle for looking at it, and pretending we're at Tom Sawyer's island at Disneyland.

All aboard.

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You heard me, everything.

The very existence of The Everything Store fills me with giggly joy.

It's certainly not the best picture ever taken, but I don't think I have another I enjoy more.

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Musso and Frank

Musso and Frank, still surviving even though it's disturbingly marooned in the anarchy of Hollywood Blvd. And though it still has that old dark-and-heavy interior decoration and famous martinis, apparently it doesn't boast old waiters, which really are the best thing to encounter when you go to a Hollywood throwback kind of place.

They used to have those at the old Dupar's in the Farmers Market--waitresses who'd been there practically since the place opened. 70-year-old ladies who either tottered along and called you "dear" or snarked half-kiddingly at you that they didn't "do" glasses of water. People Who Remember The Place When and Still Do Things The Old Way are awesome for the ambiance.

But a friend of mine complained that the last time he got a martini at Musso's, the bar was manned by Latin American immigrants--not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just that they didn't know the history of the place or the stories, even if they could have told 'em in English.

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I feel pretty...

It was (apparently) the night of the West Hollywood Prom (which, despite all my years as a Fag Hag, I'd never heard of before that night). So all the neighborhood Girls were getting gussied up.

CHECK out those shoes.


Much fussing ensues.




One last look. Don't worry, hon, you're fabulous.

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Dog on Duty

So here we go, post-wise.

This dog was lounging in the most "Sigh. Bored now..." pose ever when I passed him in my car. I stopped and walked back, hoping to get close enough for a good shot without disturbing the pose, but I knew as soon as he spotted me he'd be up and barking. And here, we see I was right.

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