Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Odds and Ends for One Hundred, Alex


A Wednesday mixed bag....



---On the right you see an aerial photo of Dodger Stadium. In the upper right hand corner, you can see the famous Union 76 gas station. It has been there since the park opened in 1962. The service station has achieved landmark status. Why is this important to note today? Well, reportedly due to the new parking set-up at Chavez Ravine (which has resulted in verbal hari-kari here in the newspapers----LA Times sports columnist Bill Plaschke and I traded e-mails about this all day on Tuesday), the Union 76 (formerly Philips 76) gas station may have to close as drivers won't be able to access it. It should be perserved, so this is one more reason for the Dodger parking genius to be hung in effigy outside of Frank McCourt's house. Of course, the gas there is much pricier, probably around 10 bucks a gallon. Maybe we can show our support by stopping there for air, water, or a Diet Snapple.

---I have had KIIS-FM on for the past two hours and I have already heard the words "bitch" and "ho" several times. But, I'm not listening to an Imus rerun---it's Ryan Seacrest's morning show and the words are generally found in lyrics of some of our more popular chartbusters. Let's be consistent, folks. Yes, Imus is a dirtbag and always has been. I have heard countless stories of his rudeness to employees, clients, etc.. If this gets him off the air forever, praise the Lord. For corn's sake, the guy is 111. At the same time, let's not maintain double standards.

---If Dave Chapelle makes that same comment about the Rutgers basketball team, I am betting the team members would be so honored they'd post it on You Tube.

---I just saw an African American here lose some change trying to get a granola bar out of the vending machine. I guess we'll see Al Sharpton here in about an hour.

---I have belts wider than some of Haley Scarnato's skirts.

---The Latin thing on Idol did not work. I felt like I was having trouble sleeping in some Tijuana motel and the late night TV there ran a commercial for a CD collection of the 80s. And I heard those songs---one after another.

---Beyond coaching them musically, I wonder if Jennifer Lopez also instructed the Idol finalists in how to verbally abuse your assistants. And also how to spread a room for germs before you enter.

---Sanjaya's costume this week was muted, but he looked like a drug pusher who had gotten beaten up in the movie "Traffic."

---Does he take his eye off the camera.....ever? He followed it the same way you had to follow an optometrist's finger during an eye exam.

---This week, Phil Stacey resembled a Bowery Boy. Huntz Hall Sings Santana.

---Lakisha, honey, those dresses comes with labels that tell you the sizes. Check 'em out.

---So, big surprise on 24, heh? Audrey is alive. So, we end one plot to finish up the season with another. This year, the show should be called "17" and "7".

Dinner last night: French Dip at Bandera.

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