|the hand puppet car
i was driving down la brea, appropriately irritated with the traffic. i ended up behind this car, nurse's shoe white, with a crunched behind. the trunk, bumper and the stuff in between was pushed in. the trunk didn't latch, and the lid bounced up and down as the car accelerated. i hoped i would not hit red lights as i shadowed the laughing car. senor wenses! the default lips, unblinking eyes...this car was talking to me, telling me to laugh out loud with it. and i did.
|the segue is still funny
appeared to be a complete ass, the insensitive type who makes fun of retarded people and lives for the schadenfreude. the lot manager at hollywood center studios cruises around in a red segue, the deluxe model with the bicycle seat. i assumed that he thought bikes were old-school and golf carts were too fantasy island. or maybe it was a power thing, a 6 ft man becomes a 7 ft man. the segue is the future, a horseless chariot. like anyone on this contraption, he looks like he should be wearing the scrub-brush helmet and metal skirt. segues are funnier than rascals. i tell my boss about the encounter, and learn that the guy had serious knee problems, can barely walk, was going to be forced to go on disability, had 2 years until retirement but would lose full benifits if he didn't finish out his time..i'm feeling lamer ..uh..more guilty as more problems are revealed. this machine has given this man so much, he probably doesn't care what some cynical, immature but middle aged set-dresser whose body has only begun the deterioration process, thinks...yeah, that's right...he's beyond all that, right? i hope so.
arturo, while rubbing old english (the scratch cover, not the malt liquor) into the scrapes on the particle board-faux woodgrained-plastic topcoat- entertainment center...says yeah it's covering fine...but real wood actually appreciates this attention.