Critter Operated Chopper

I got the hamster-powered motorcyle for Ami yesterday. It's obviously more for the human's entertainment, so here's a little video. Be entertained.

The Glamorous Life

In case anyone mistakenly has the idea that I live a glamorous L.A. life, let me tell you how I spent my Saturday afternoon and night. I arrived early to help Eric set up screens, projectors, etc. for the movie division meeting of the Stereo Club of Southern California (as in 3D, not hi-fi). We were there from 4:00pm until about 2:30am. Parts of the event were fun, there was good food and many of the club members are fun to chat with, but the night just dragged on too long. And frankly, some of the geeky conversations went way over my head.

Today we slept in, to recover from last night, and then ran some errands. First, to Best Buy to and then to Petco for a hamster motorcycle (aka "Critter Operated Chopper"). It's super silly, but I just couldn't resist, especially since it was on sale. I'll be trying it out tonight and post photos of the occasion soon, I'm sure.

After shopping, we had dinner at our favorite Mongolian barbeque restaurant, Mogo's, in Sherman Oaks. I noticed an actor from 24 sitting at the table next to us. Eric kind of knows him through a mutual friend and decided to say 'hi' when we finished eating. I hurried off to the restroom while they talked about an upcoming poker game they'll both be attending. I just couldn't risk the possibility of saying something completely inane and inappropriate like "Tell Kiefer I love him." It's so sad when you can't even trust yourself.

Lawnmower 1, Tennis Ball 0

I mowed the back jungle yard today. It was really overdue and I did my best to pick up as many of the dogs' toys as I could. I missed a tennis ball, the tiger-striped one, in the very tall grass. Oh well. Rusty will never know.

Yes, you read that correctly. I mowed my lawn, which is rare for most folks who live in L.A. Many of my neighbors have their regularly scheduled immigrants who take care of their landscaping (and they do have much nicer looking properties!), but we choose to take care of it ourselves.

No, I'm not making a statement on immigration here. I'll save that for another time. I have a story I'd like to tell related to the subject, but need to figure out how to do so.

Nevermind, I can't tell the story here. I try not to get too political on this blog, so I'll just say that it makes me sad to know that some people live in places where conditions are so horrible, that they risk everything to come here, often illegally, and end up still having a crappy life.