Fenway 2016

David Ortiz at the plate, 6-20-16

Every year I make it a point to get to Fenway Park, which is arguably the best place on the planet. This year my brother and I went to two games, both of which they lost to the White Sox by a score of 3 to 1. I still had a great time, of course. But, seriously, in a tie game with the bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth, with no outs, how can you not score a single run? All you need is a single, or a walk, or a sacrifice fly. Instead, they managed to get two strikeouts and a ground out to second. But as I said, I had a wonderful time. The first game (when they blew it in the ninth) we had excellent seats just past first base. The second game we had our usual seats right next to the visitors' bullpen. Here are a few shots from before that second game, with the pitcher warming up.

Chris Sale warming up, 6-21-16

Chris Sale warming up, 6-21-16

Chris Sale warming up, 6-21-16

Photos From Work

Here are two shots of some random ugly shit inside the sound stage. I took these on Friday.

Photo From Work

Here is an odd little corner of the Universal back lot. (I actually took this photo yesterday, but forgot to post it last night.)

Photo From Work

Apparently cockroaches love coffee, but can't swim.

Photo From Work

It was a short day today - only eleven hours or so. And it was much more pleasant than yesterday. Having no crazy Venice boardwalk lunatics to contend with certainly helps. This photo is from fairly early on in the day.

Photo From Work

This photo is actually from yesterday. I just forgot to post it last night, as I was too tired. Now where were we? It's difficult to remember. Somewhere off of Route 14 anyway.

Mohair For Michael

Hurrah, my mohair sweater arrived today! Sure, it took a long time to get here (I ordered it on March 21st), but it was worth the wait. This sweater has immediately become my favorite possession. It is so big, so soft, so wonderful. I want to live inside it. That's it. From now on, it's going to be nothing but mohair for me. Super Tanya has indeed lived up to her name, for she is my new hero (actually, perhaps my only hero; I don't think I've ever had one before). When I have money again, I hope to order more items from her, and someday own no clothing but giant furry sweaters. Maybe that seems a bit silly, considering I live in Los Angeles, but no matter. It's mohair for Michael from now on.