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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068</id><updated>2009-03-25T11:40:02.255-07:00</updated><title type="text">Scribbles From L.A.</title><subtitle type="html">A guide through my life in Los Angeles. My wife and I moved out from the East coast to live amid the freaks and fancy folks. Scribbles From L.A. reports on the strange things that happen here every single day.</subtitle><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/index.htm" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/atom.xml" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ScribblesFromLa" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site, subject to copyright and fair use.</feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115453725721545944</id><published>2006-08-02T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:37:07.250-07:00</updated><title type="text">THE END OF SCRIBBLES FROM L.A.</title><summary type="text">It's been fun but it's time for us all to move on, don't you think?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115453725721545944/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115453725721545944" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115453725721545944" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115453725721545944" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/08/end-of-scribbles-from-la.html" title="THE END OF SCRIBBLES FROM L.A." /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115430556451537918</id><published>2006-07-30T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T17:43:03.690-07:00</updated><title type="text">MORE ONE STOP SHOPPING</title><summary type="text">Save yourself a trip. Get your medical supplies before you get drunk and be prepared for those inevitable injuries.keywordsfunny signage</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115430556451537918/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115430556451537918" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115430556451537918" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115430556451537918" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/07/more-one-stop-shopping.html" title="MORE ONE STOP SHOPPING" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115409894913685788</id><published>2006-07-28T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T16:16:18.746-07:00</updated><title type="text">ME + AN ORANGE VW BUG DRIVEN BY PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW THAT WELL = DANGER</title><summary type="text">I have a policy of not riding in orange VW bugs that are driven by people other than close personal friends because of two incidents that occurred during the 1980s.INCIDENT 1 - ICE DONUTSGreg was an Electrical Engineering major from a broken Colorado home. Greg partied as much as anyone I knew in college. He seemed to make great friends with everyone he met but for some reason, not so much with </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115409894913685788/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115409894913685788" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115409894913685788" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115409894913685788" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/07/me-orange-vw-bug-driven-by-people-i.html" title="ME + AN ORANGE VW BUG DRIVEN BY PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW THAT WELL = DANGER" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115385044096886131</id><published>2006-07-26T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T06:50:21.343-07:00</updated><title type="text">A COOL HOUSE IN THE HOT DESERT</title><summary type="text">In 1957, Bob Alexander built a house for his doctor in the Las Palmas region of Palm Springs, California. In 2006, Cindy and I and friends Chris and Julia rented it for a weekend in July. Here are some photos I took.keywords las palmas • palm springs • bob alexander</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115385044096886131/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115385044096886131" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115385044096886131" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115385044096886131" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/07/cool-house-in-hot-desert.html" title="A COOL HOUSE IN THE HOT DESERT" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115375766528518663</id><published>2006-07-24T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T09:30:38.513-07:00</updated><title type="text">WHAT, INDEED?</title><summary type="text">keywords ralphs • meat veg stick • funny signage</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115375766528518663/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115375766528518663" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115375766528518663" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115375766528518663" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/07/what-indeed.html" title="WHAT, INDEED?" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115333580373619434</id><published>2006-07-22T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T16:12:11.326-07:00</updated><title type="text">THE TIME I FELT CLOSEST TO MY SISTER JACKIE</title><summary type="text">"Uncle Tom, can I ask you a question?" Mae's perpetual smile was speckled with potato chip crumbs. I sat across from her at the kitchen table at the beach house my family was renting in Yarmouth, Massachusetts a few weeks ago."Of course, you can, Mae," I replied.Being an uncle is great for all the reasons that uncles always talk about. You get all the benefits of interacting with children – </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115333580373619434/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115333580373619434" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115333580373619434" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115333580373619434" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/07/time-i-felt-closest-to-my-sister_22.html" title="THE TIME I FELT CLOSEST TO MY SISTER JACKIE" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115333567643465298</id><published>2006-07-20T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T06:46:10.403-07:00</updated><title type="text">A MAGNETIC RIBBON THAT MEANS SOMETHING</title><summary type="text">Finally, someone's gathered the courage to stand up to those arrogant, self-righteous bastards in the Pro Soliloquy faction. It's about time those yahoos got their comeuppance.keywords support ribbon • dialogue</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115333567643465298/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115333567643465298" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115333567643465298" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115333567643465298" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/07/magnetic-ribbon-that-means-something.html" title="A MAGNETIC RIBBON THAT MEANS SOMETHING" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115311175267421658</id><published>2006-07-18T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:25:06.096-07:00</updated><title type="text">THE TIME I FELT CLOSEST TO MY SISTER KIM</title><summary type="text">My sister Kim is smart as hell. Not like, "That was a good movie. The writing was so...SMART!" No, I mean smart smart. Book smart. #1 in her class, Ivy league, straight A, list the awards alphabetically smart.She also loves to laugh. She has the ability to laugh so uncontrollably that whatever beverage is in her mouth doesn't stand a chance. Out the mouth, out the nose, down the chin. Real live </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115311175267421658/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115311175267421658" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115311175267421658" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115311175267421658" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/07/time-i-felt-closest-to-my-sister-kim.html" title="THE TIME I FELT CLOSEST TO MY SISTER KIM" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115311384455331985</id><published>2006-07-16T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:26:54.483-07:00</updated><title type="text">PALM SPRINGS SUNSET</title><summary type="text">Cindy and I and friends Julia and Chris were lucky enough to spend this weekend in the Las Palmas neighborhood in Palm Springs. This sunset is just one of countless incredible moments were shared.Click here to get the big picture.keywords las palmas • palm springs • sunset</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115311384455331985/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115311384455331985" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115311384455331985" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115311384455331985" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/07/palm-springs-sunset.html" title="PALM SPRINGS SUNSET" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115283655612468547</id><published>2006-07-14T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T10:24:28.383-07:00</updated><title type="text">THE TIME I FELT CLOSEST TO MY SISTER LESLIE</title><summary type="text">In the mid eighties I was going to college in Rochester, New York, a frigid, blustery place that provided a relatively safe four-year sanctuary from reality and all of my impending adulthood's incumbent responsibilities. Each September, I would arrive from my hometown outside of Boston and remain long enough for the leaves to wilt, desaturate, and fall to the ground before making the trip back </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115283655612468547/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115283655612468547" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115283655612468547" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115283655612468547" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/07/time-i-felt-closest-to-my-sister.html" title="THE TIME I FELT CLOSEST TO MY SISTER LESLIE" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115107594630971311</id><published>2006-07-12T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:23:21.376-07:00</updated><title type="text">REALLY, IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK</title><summary type="text">It's just a knitting shop in North Hollywood.keywords happy hookers too • north hollywood • funny business name • signage • knitting</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115107594630971311/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115107594630971311" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115107594630971311" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115107594630971311" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/07/really-its-not-what-you-think.html" title="REALLY, IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115107541902532330</id><published>2006-07-10T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:38:20.016-07:00</updated><title type="text">DOUGHNUT HUT</title><summary type="text">Peole LOOOOVE their donuts out here. Places like the one below are everywhere, though few have signs that try so hard to be clever and unique.Also see Faster Donut.keywords donut • doughnut hut • signage</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115107541902532330/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115107541902532330" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115107541902532330" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115107541902532330" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/07/doughnut-hut.html" title="DOUGHNUT HUT" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115107670128470825</id><published>2006-07-08T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T10:04:14.546-07:00</updated><title type="text">GETTING NAILED</title><summary type="text">I yearn for a simpler life, one where the clock ticks just a little bit slower, where getting a manicure or a pedicure is considered an "event" as they apparently are in North Hollywood.Also see Hair People.keywords nail event • north hollywood • funny business name • signage • nail salon</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115107670128470825/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115107670128470825" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115107670128470825" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115107670128470825" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/07/getting-nailed.html" title="GETTING NAILED" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115108527299992447</id><published>2006-07-06T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T06:51:16.210-07:00</updated><title type="text">SCRIBBLES AT WORK</title><summary type="text">I recently attended a high-level meeting of great import and consequence. Here are my notes.keywords office humor</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115108527299992447/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115108527299992447" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115108527299992447" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115108527299992447" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/07/scribbles-at-work.html" title="SCRIBBLES AT WORK" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115162600375944704</id><published>2006-07-04T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T07:16:21.006-07:00</updated><title type="text">FAKE LETTER*</title><summary type="text">Service ManagerJohn Elway Dodge on Arapahoe10743 E. Arapahoe Rd.Centennial, CO 80112Mr. John ElwayElway Enterprises1 Elway WayDenver, CO 80204Dear Mr. Elway:Mission accomplished. Rest assured I have personally taken care of everything. You need not further concern yourself with the resolution of the situation we discussed earlier this month. My team and I have seen to it. Furthermore, I see no </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115162600375944704/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115162600375944704" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115162600375944704" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115162600375944704" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/07/fake-letter.html" title="FAKE LETTER*" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115185833477350232</id><published>2006-07-02T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T09:42:55.980-07:00</updated><title type="text">CAPITAL ONE JUNK MAIL</title><summary type="text">Last year, I received a ridiculous amount of junk mail from Capital One. Not only is it a waste of paper, it's a pain because I can't just throw it away. I have to rip it up or shred it first. It seems like a small task but day after day, I got really sick of it.This year I'm keeping all the junk mail Capital One sends me and Cindy. So far we have received 29 separate pieces of junk mail from </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115185833477350232/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115185833477350232" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115185833477350232" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115185833477350232" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/07/capital-one-junk-mail.html" title="CAPITAL ONE JUNK MAIL" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115136252086443712</id><published>2006-06-30T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T06:33:22.170-07:00</updated><title type="text">POSSIBLY THE BEST PLACE TO GET A HAIRCUT IN GLENDALE</title><summary type="text">If they make a mistake, abracadabra, you're as good as new!Haircutting and magic...almost as good a combination as this.keywords dean's shoppe • haircutting • magic • glendale</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115136252086443712/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115136252086443712" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115136252086443712" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115136252086443712" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/06/possibly-best-place-to-get-haircut-in.html" title="POSSIBLY THE BEST PLACE TO GET A HAIRCUT IN GLENDALE" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115135990295065913</id><published>2006-06-28T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T08:33:27.210-07:00</updated><title type="text">MORE TROUBLE WITH ARTHUR LEE</title><summary type="text">Few things are as dangerous as two bored kids with nothing to do on a summer afternoon. The extended sunlight hours, the lack of supervision and the teenager's innate sense that the thrill of bad behavior will surely outweigh the sting of its inevitable consequence conspire to lure young men-to-be into situations with little purpose other than pure childish titillation. It all starts with the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115135990295065913/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115135990295065913" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115135990295065913" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115135990295065913" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/06/more-trouble-with-arthur-lee.html" title="MORE TROUBLE WITH ARTHUR LEE" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115101722624955918</id><published>2006-06-26T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T06:34:20.353-07:00</updated><title type="text">THE SUCKING AND THE SMACKING</title><summary type="text">I have a problem. I share an office with two space aliens named Rajneesh and Kathy. I suspect they weren't the best of students in their "How to Convincingly Act Like a Human Being" training. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they flunked out and that's how they ended up with such a crappy assignment. They must have both really not paid attention to the part where they went over which audible </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115101722624955918/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115101722624955918" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115101722624955918" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115101722624955918" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/06/sucking-and-smacking.html" title="THE SUCKING AND THE SMACKING" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115107765140128450</id><published>2006-06-24T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T08:13:56.290-07:00</updated><title type="text">LANGUAGE HURDLE</title><summary type="text">One can only hope that this is a case of sloppy translation in North Hollywood.Also see Hair People.keywords yummy hair • north hollywood • funny business name • signage</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115107765140128450/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115107765140128450" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115107765140128450" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115107765140128450" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/06/language-hurdle.html" title="LANGUAGE HURDLE" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115099296784618492</id><published>2006-06-22T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:16:21.880-07:00</updated><title type="text">JUNE BLOOM AMID THE GLOOM</title><summary type="text">To Angelenos, June means two things. Actually, that's a lie. Like everything else in Los Angeles, June means approximately 12.9 million different things to the 12.9 million people that live here, so I'll put it this way. There's a couple, a dark brooding man and his bright cheery girlfriend that show up at the Los Angeles party every June. People put up with the downer of a guy in this couple </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115099296784618492/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115099296784618492" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115099296784618492" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115099296784618492" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/06/june-bloom-amid-gloom.html" title="JUNE BLOOM AMID THE GLOOM" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115082171806696798</id><published>2006-06-20T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:43:12.866-07:00</updated><title type="text">APPARENTLY NOT A W SUPPORTER</title><summary type="text">keywords george bush • skankjob</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115082171806696798/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115082171806696798" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115082171806696798" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115082171806696798" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/06/apparently-not-w-supporter.html" title="APPARENTLY NOT A W SUPPORTER" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115015001336571971</id><published>2006-06-18T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:23:05.966-07:00</updated><title type="text">COOL LITTLE HOLLYWOOD MOSAICS</title><summary type="text">This is a building at Ventura Boulevard and Firmament in Encino near where I work. It has these cool little mosaics on the gate surrounding the building. Each depicts a scene from a Hollywood movie.keywords ventura boulevard • encino • mosaic • movies • margaret nielsen • hollywood highlights</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115015001336571971/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115015001336571971" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115015001336571971" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115015001336571971" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/06/cool-little-hollywood-mosaics.html" title="COOL LITTLE HOLLYWOOD MOSAICS" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115021257732092387</id><published>2006-06-16T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T06:51:11.803-07:00</updated><title type="text">SNAPPED ON THE WAY TO WORK</title><summary type="text">Jewel idolatry off the 134 in Burbank.keywords jewel • billboard • elektra • burbank</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115021257732092387/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115021257732092387" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115021257732092387" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115021257732092387" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/06/snapped-on-way-to-work.html" title="SNAPPED ON THE WAY TO WORK" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15529068.post-115021339950596982</id><published>2006-06-14T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T06:28:17.830-07:00</updated><title type="text">A MISFIT SPEAKS OUT</title><summary type="text">I can't believe this. As if it's not bad enough they stick me out here next to the friggin' freeway, but then they dress me up like a goddamn tree. Like it's so bad to be a cell tower. This sucks! They're always spouting off about freedom of choice and individuality and expressing yourself and being yourself, but when it comes right down to it, they want me to be like everybody else. They want me</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/115021339950596982/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15529068&amp;postID=115021339950596982" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115021339950596982" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15529068/posts/default/115021339950596982" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.scribblesfromla.com/2006/06/misfit-speaks-out.html" title="A MISFIT SPEAKS OUT" /><author><name>Tom in L.A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01923534376584433660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry></feed>
