Hi. I'm back. Why? Cuz.

I call this photo "Not a girl? Not a problem."

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Being a mom...

...is this.

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Cat puddles

Is it me, or are my 10-yr-old cats starting to slow down from their once-kittenish pace? ;)

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The vet provokes different reactions...

My cat Wallace doesn't like the vet. Not even for checkups like this one. Maybe it's because they always tell him he's fat. (18 lbs! Mother of God!) On the other hand...

Boo Bear, a 1yr old miniature English bulldog, doesn't seem to mind the vet so much. In fact, I doubt she minds anything. Her owner says she even loves going to the groomer. Maybe it's her pink nail polish that's cheering her up.

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Marge moment

I didn't know this lady; she was posing for somebody else. But I did like the eye contact she was making. I don't think she trusts Marge...

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Mmm...donuts.

Resting comfortably the Burbank Kwik-E-Mart, very big marketing ploy for the Simpson's movie! And also, somehow, the densest, heaviest baked good known to man!

If you want to see all my photos from the Kwik-E-Mart, go here.

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Are you feeling gastronomically brave?

Franks Coffee Shop in Burbank is THE most hardcore, decades-old, time-machine, never-changed throwback diner EVER. It's one of the only places to eat within walking distance of my work, so even though you have to be feeling really brave to go in, occasionally we chance it. Even then it's best if you don't look too closely at how clean (or not) the place is kept.

Clearly, the ambiance is a powerful magnet that draws people irresistibly.



The interior. The window shade thingies (visible at top right) are astounding up close--they're plastic and interlocking and indescribable and so 70's Brady Bunch and AMAZING. I dearly wish someone would clean them up to their former orange-and-beige glory, but at the moment they're kind of in grungy tatters. If a decorator could somehow acquire them to put on the huge windows of someone's big modern loft apartment, that someone would have the grooviest pad in history.



Some locals share their views on undoubtedly important stuff.



And finally, the wait staff that makes it all happen. My friends swear they've actually ordered things here and had one of the waitresses tell them no, those things were too inconvenient for her, order something else.

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Ball O' Hair

Returning to my promised Fly On The Wall photography style (I have the damndest time staying on topic), I present Ball O'Hair Lady.

I must say I do wish I could have sat at the table with her and done a real portrait. But I didn't see how, since my intro--were I truthful--would have been something like: "Hello, your hair is TOTALLY FREAKISH! Can I snap a picture so my friends and I can laugh?"

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Talk to my publicist

My cat Gromit and his famous crooked tail head for secret cat places.

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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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