a pleasantly wasted day

Went out with hatch and prickvixen and beatriceowl. We had no plan other than go to Bob's Big Boy for food, then do... something. The giant statue of the Big Boy is missing.

We ended up depositing beatriceowl's bags (she's visiting for the weekend) at the Roosevelt Hotel at the base of Hollywood, then just walking down Hollywood to the end of the stars and back. Along this journey we talked about assorted stuff and coveted a bunch of boots.

We also saw the star for the Rugrats.

The Bugrats have a star.

We stomped on it.

And spat on it.

Spitting on the Bugrats' star on Hollywood Boulevard is an experience that is far more satisfying than it should be. I heartily recommend it.

Japanese cartoons and me

As times it seems to be a requirement to be an animation geek: Japanese animation is cool! It is the best! It rocks!

Not for me.

Even the absolute best of it leaves me largely unmoved.

( This is why. )