This is me on Beverly Drive before going in to Taschen to look at their art/porn.

Do you believe?

...Believe I look like an Angel?

Once there was a lady who didn't speak English and she tried to tell me what she thought I looked like...

And she pointed up to the sky.

I thought she meant I looked like an Angel.

I was very touched, but then her friend said, "No. She thinks you look like an Alien."

Great!

Maybe I do.

If you like aliens. The cute ones. The kind that only abduct, impregnate, and perform anal probing...

Wait, is that the cute kind?

I don't really know alien stuff, but if you're interested in "missing time" I know how to kill time.

I wish I could travel the know galaxy in my saucer. It would be a cool Silver sports model ship.

Folding space. Light, minimalist, clean, yet lonely too.

Traveling can be fun, but sometimes it's nice to share the experience with another humanoid.

If you'd like contact, let me know.

I've said this before, but I think Larry Cohen is a God!

Cellular great timing since I just bought a new phone.

If you liked "Phonebooth" well, there's even more like that from the Man!

ABC 7 here in Los Angeles ran a story about Cinespia where you can watch old movies by the graves of some of those in the films.

This is a blast. Next to Paramount Studios. Cool crowds.

If you could watch a movie next to the grave of an actor... What film and what actor?

The question assumes they're dead. I know you jokers.

What about the moviegoer that spills his drink, trashes the grave with candy wrappers, and talks through the movie...

Then the dead actor rises from the grave and eats him... Maybe it's a critic.

I'm writing it down now as I type this... Huh?

If you help me sell it, I'll let you have some of my popcorn... And I swear I haven't put my weener through a hole in the bottom of the box this time.