Trek, Tricks, & Torrential Rain
Posted by blueminneapolis on 27 January 2007
Once again I’m reminded of the strangeness of life in Los Angeles (at least from a Minnesotan’s point-of-view). I’ve taken to watching the evening news again. It helps me feel a bit more civilized, I think. Tonight, while watching the oh-so-adorable Michael Brownlee on FOX 11’s ten-o-clock news, I was intrigued. Apparently a minor rainstorm here is big news. Granted, where I come from thunderstorms and precipitation are an every-third-day occurence in the spring and summer, and the ground is better able to soak up the precip. Judging from the several traffic accidents on the news tonight, it seems that a ridicoulosly large number of drivers here have no idea how to slow down when the roads get slick and oily from the rain. For those of you in that category, the brake pedal is the one just to the left of the accelerator. Learn to use it.
For the uber-observant ones out there, you’ll notice a new link in the right-hand column of my blog. Its for the new web-based Star Trek miniseries. Considering the budget has to be (relatively speaking) nearly miniscule, the preview shows a level of quality that I’ve never before witnessed in fan-created content. Its worth checking out, especially for any TOS fans out there. And speaking of TOS, I’m loving the newly remastered episodes that air every Sunday night. Anyone with me on that? The digitally-added effects seem, to my eyes, to be very subtle and definitely true to the spirit and design of the original series.
Last night, to totally change the topic, I went to RAGE. Now Friday night at RAGE is called Gameboi, and usually the music is very danceable and usually I walk out with ringing ears. Last night, the music was so loud I still don’t think I’ve got full use of my ears back. At any rate I and two friends, Demytria and Johnny, were invited to an after-party in the hills at a house on Cherokee Lane. After getting a bit lost and taking Doheny Drive when we should have taken Doheny Road, we arrive at the specified address. Upon locating the intercom we buzzed for our hostess, and were informed by her that she would be at the gate momentarily. A Land Rover chock-full of glitter and blasting the Dreamgirls soundtrack pulls up and out hops a cute Latino who promptly introduces himself buzzes the intercom again. We are crossly informed that our hostess is on her way down and, yet again, we are told she will open the gate momentarily. After what seemed like an eternity but was most likely only ten minutes of flirting with my new Latino acquaintance, we decided that our rude and inconsiderate hostess had no intention of showing up, and we left. After trampling her rose bushes and stealing her mailbox. (Just kidding… I’d never steal a mailbox, its a federal crime!)
So to sum up, lessons learned in the last 24 hours:
- Beware of mudslides
- Star Trek: The Original Series is still cool
- Not everyone you meet at the bar is really your friend
