Time: 12:38 a.m. Place: Southeast corner of the Intersection of Destruction. Event: Violet New Mini-car crashes into a tree / apartment building. Mikey and I meet in the living room for a great view of the action and obligatory street watchers… amazing how many people come out of the shadows for the show. Our looky-loo ability is crystal clear because Vohl recently washed 1 1/2 years of crap off the windows. Luckily a police car happened to be at the stoplight at the time so we don’t have to phone it in. Jaws of life aren’t needed. I go to sleep.
(I’ll post an update when the tree snaps in half and careens into the power lines thereby thrusting the neighborhood into darkness because as of now, the tree is bent in a very unnatural and precarious way.)
I hit up the Writer’s Faire at UCLA to check out some of the free panels and get discounted course fees. A pretty decent event, despite the word “faire”. Ergh. It irks me. Hanging around the booths, I see a familiar Nerd. A very, very familiar Nerd. At first I think that it’s one of Bertie’s colleagues from the UCSB science program but no, that’s not it. However, his colleague’s words echo in my ears, “I could totally be on one of those reality shows where they hook the Nerd up with the hot chick.” And then I remember, it’s the guy with the afro from that WB show Beauty and the Geek. I watched a few episodes of it and in one, the guy gets a makeover and turns out not too shabby. The update: he looks exactly the same now as pre-makeover. But he seems content enough.
To each their own.