Having a heat-wave da..de..da..da..heat-wave...

That's right! Middle of Gjoddamn Oktober, and it's 90!

There was a reason I moved to L.A. and this wasn't it. However, it turned out to be a great benefit. Sort of a 401K for the soul. However, it could also be what the natives here call "Earthquake Weather." There isn't really a standard "Earthquake Weather" system, it's more along the lines of something unusual in the stratos--or troposphere...then the natives start getting restless.

I've taken a liking to the phrase "Earthquake Weather" and am more than happy when it appears, as if by magic, in actual word form. However, starting with the Tsunami, then Katrina, then Rita, then Stan (which strangely received practically no media coverage in the U.S.of A.)jacked up Central America somethin' fierce, and the ginormous quake in Pakistan, I'm starting to get a little, umm...concerned.

For those of you who are new here, we did, once upon a time, have a lot more fjord (the geological formation) related content. Such as this little nugget. Since then, well, I'm not going to say we've slipped, so much as the world took on a lot more interesting developments, that has sort of pushed our attention away from promoting our favorite landmass. However, barring a governmental program to construct senic fjords, about the only way we're gonna get anything close to a fjord in L.A. is if we...yaknow, get a really big one!

Now I'm not going to say that's what I want, because my little Casa is woefully uninsured. And even though my worldly possessions are inadequate and truthfully would reveal my existence as a dweller in the lower, lower, lower middle class...or if you prefer, the upper, upper, lower class, I still like my stuff, and would prefer it not being buried under tons of rubble, brought down by a massive earthquake, which in common parlance of the area would be called, "The Big One."

Still, if the Gjods, fate, or mama Earth wants to bring it on, and spare me the cost of replacing my goods by sparing the noble Casa Aloha, and open a rift through Santa Monica, Beverly Hills, West Hollywood, Hancock Park (that's right you little sickos, I wrote Hancock)...and have the "Hollywood Sound" end at Hollywood Boulevard, a mere block away, I wouldn't complain. Infact, it'd be pretty fucking sweet.

Well, that's me, always trying to look on the bright side. In the mean while, I got 4 fans, a pair of cargo-shorts, and just finished a very refreshing rum-n-coke sno-cone. Hope you're doing well too. Happy Thursday.