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I love Patrick Fitzgerald. I just listened to his news conference, and wow, he doesn't waver. Reporter after reporter tried to eek out some speculation, some conjecture, some...anything. But he will not give up any information he's not supposed to under the law. He's actually doing his job correctly and won't play the Washington game. Paging Kenneth Starr, are you watching this??

You know when you just get through life with a subpar piece of technology just because it's old habit? Like our TV - it's 10 years old and beginning to age. And our VHS player won't eject tapes without the help of a slender, electrocution-inducing object like a letter opener. But the most glaring culprit was my alarm clock. I think I got it in the early 90's, maybe... I've had it so long I can't remember. It's was hard to set the alarm (holding down two buttons at once while pressing a third, clearly beyond my tactile facility), the stations barely came in (but the upside was I discovered KPCC over KCRW), and worst of all, it failed to go off more times than I feel comfortable telling you. Every once and a while (especially after it didn't go off), Kyle and I would remark that we needed a new one. This became a running joke of procrastination - funny how you can let things like this slide month after month. And to think they sell these newfangled contraptions, oh, EVERYWHERE. There were many times we came back from Target, loaded with toiletpaper and toothpaste, saying "crap, we forgot to get a new alarm clock. We finally went to Target one day on a virtual mission to get the clock. I wanted one with two alarms so we could avoid the whole reset-it-for-the-partner-while-still-half-asleep thing that had tripped us up in the past. Kyle just wanted to wake up to KROQ for a change. And lo! At Target, we find the perfect dual alarm, dual wake-up station clock by Sony. What a gem! So far, it's working like a charm. I think, like TiVo, it's saving our marriage. That's kinda sad.

I love the hilarious showbiz site Defamer. And today they ran a post by me! OK, it was anonymous, but I swear I wrote it! I was returning a lipstick at the MAC store and grabbing a Hollywood Reporter at Newsroom (There's a good article on Sony India in it). I'm embarrassed to be participating in this Lindsay Lohan Car Crash Media Circus, but for god's sake it led the 11 o'clock news last night!! (Thank you Franklin Avenue)

Even though I was in a dazed state of jet lag, I agreed to go with Kyle to the Nine Inch Nails concert Saturday night at the Hollywood Bowl. I'm not a big fan, but enjoy the occasional song. I'm also not a huge concert lover - crowded, smokey, beer smelling places are just not my scene anymore. But this proved to be excellent thrapy for my jet lag and we had a blast. The funniest part had to be right before the show started. We hear a wierd noise to our right and turn to see the guy 2 people away from us puking his guts out. Mind you, the concert hasn't even started yet. He puked all over his feet and a bit into the row ahead of him. He then spent the concert in a drug and/or alcohol filled daze, although sometimes he would flail around like he was having a seizure. A few times he kinda passed out, folded on the seat in front of him. I really thought the 2 punk rockers seated in front of him were going to smack him at some point, but everyone just laughed at him. I give the 3 women with him medals of honor for babysitting him, he was a real pain in the ass.
And the concert? It was fantastic. The band has so much energy and power, plus, they bash up the stage. That alone is entertainment. I love the Hollywood Bowl because of the curfew - by 11pm sharp the band was off the stage. I do not, however, like Hollywood on a Saturday night. It took us 1 1/2 hours to get home, and we live 15 minutes away. I never realized how many hipsters drive around Hollywood looking for a good time. Plus, there was some foul garbage & smoke smell in air that permeated the entire neighborhood.

After 36 or so hours of traveling, I'm home! It feels great to sllep in my own bed and eat bland food. I think I need to take a class on spicy food before I go again!