Advice for if you have coma

This is valuable advice from a site called emedicinehealth:

Seek immediate attention at a hospital's emergency department if you have these signs and symptoms associated with thyroid problems.

Shortness of breath

Abdominal pain

Vomiting

Confusion

Coma

Seriously, people; if you have coma, go to the ER without delay. I don't know how you're going to get there, but get there.

"Cool Cars: Culver City" photo gallery

I'm lucky; I live in an awesome neighborhood. One of the awesome things about it is that my neighbors believe in the power of a cool car with a lot of personality. Look, the Stinger above is even winking at us. It knows how cool it is. (Note: I nicknamed it the Stinger all on my own. I don't know much about cars except that I find some of them to be cool.)

Check out my gallery of cool cars here:
Link to my Cool Cars: Culver City Photo Gallery

Someone pooped in our yard

There, I said it. It happened, and I acknowledged it.

I think it was an act of desperation, not of revenge. I don't think there was someone saying, "I really hate those guys. I mean really. How can I best say, 'I hate you'? An anonymous letter just seems so...non-disgusting. Hmmm, that burrito I just ate is really acting up....I've got it!"

No, I think someone got really desperate and found themselves stuck in a neighborhood and faced a terrible choice. This is the price we as a society pay for not having enough public toilets.

How do I know it wasn't a really large dog? Well, in my experience, a) dogs don't open gates, and b) dogs don't use napkins as toilet paper.

I disposed of the evidence with one of those long-handled grabber things you use to pick up trash. Some trash that was.

Do I have any suspects? Yes. I think it was Mexico.

I was supposed to go to Cancun on vacation this past weekend and had to cancel due to swine flu aka H1N1.

In retaliation, Mexico pooped in my yard.

Mighty uncalled-for response to a pandemic, Mexico. Próxima vez que escriba una carta anónima!

Gruesome Crime Scene?

There might be a deep artistic meaning in this set-up, like an Ed and Nancy Keinholz-type of thing -- renewal! cycles! excrement! protection! cleansing! -- but it's more fun to imagine the awful toilet tragedy that could've led to this gruesome state of affairs.

Call the exhibit Home Repair: Destruction of the Past.

INJECTION! You haven't been kidnapped, Mr. Jones. You've been admitted for treatment.

[This is practically a shot-for-shot remake of the original INJECTION, but this one has been modernized in 21st century green]

Ghost Pathologist! Fovie Promo

Ectoplasmic crime scene? The Ghost Pathologist is on call and taking samples.

Warhol Tweets

Have you read The Andy Warhol Diaries?

I did. Andy called a friend of his named Pat Hackett every morning for eleven years (from 1976 to 1987) and told her what had happened the day before, including scintillating news like "took a cab 20 blocks, $10" or "ate at a diner, $4.20". She wrote everything down and transcribed it, and it was all eventually edited down and published in 1989.

He did it ostensibly as ammunition against his annual tax audits.

It's both mundane and hilarious because Warhol was a very intelligent person and didn't miss a trick.

In other words, like everything else concerning public personas and the need to self-validate via attention paid (and not acknowledgement of achievements), Andy predicted Twitter.

I just noticed that! I exist and I do things and I think thoughts! Acknowledge me!!