For reasons that are still unclear to me, Mr. Right-Click worked out some kind of undisclosed trade deal with an acclaimed painter to create a representation of our goddamn cat-coons. Only in Los Angeles would this happen, people. Only in Los Angeles, and only with a dirty rotten cat lover for a husband.
When I got a new car, I insisted on getting the built-in navigation system because I don’t like the ones that are installed above the dashboard. I wanted something that was easy to deal with, that would be streamlined with the dashboard of the car, that I could control with a sleek mouse (!) located […]
Periodically, Mr. Right-Click will get a bee in his bonnet about how I don’t have any friends. I do have friends. In theory. But not you know, local, close real life, in-person people that I really want to hang out with most of the time. As I write that, I’m really hoping that there’s not […]
Westside Rentals Guy started out as just your average sign-twirler on 11th & Wilshire in Santa Monica, directly adjacent to Westside Rentals, the apartment-locating service that employed him. When we first heard of Westside Rentals Guy, Mr. Right-Click and I weren’t married yet, and were living in sin just down the street from the street […]
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The holy grail of TV sports watching: a leather recliner with a drink cup and a food tray.
Go Gaga Show, Mah! Go Gaga Show!
Dude was not sparkling at all. Big let down.