The Martians are Me

I pretty frequently use a Ray Bradbury story as a metaphor for my move to LA.  In this story, a team of Earth astronauts land on Mars on a mission to find out what happened to the first mission, who all just disappeared.  They meet some lovely Martians and settle in and really don't find anything untoward.. or any explanation, for that matter.  And the big reveal is that the lovely aliens ARE the previous mission.  Somehow from eating the food, breathing the air and drinking the water, the humans are transformed into aliens.  But it happens so gradually that they don't realize it and then, once they are more Martian than Earthling, they just completely forget about having been human in the first place. 

So, I tasked some of my friends with monitoring me for sudden desire to spray tan or not eat anything but horse asthma pills.

However, I've started to slip already in other ways.  I actually caught myself thinking "I should go buy some of those skinny, tapered-leg jeans so I can tuck them INTO my boots." *shudder*  I mean, my boots are hot, but that's one step closer to Uggs and a miniskirt.

More damningly, I've just started a screenwriting class.  That was one of my big complaints about my previous visits here - everyone is a screenwriter.  Literally everywhere I went, I'd overhear the guy at the next table - or even the next gas pump - droning on about his little project.  And now, I am one of them.  Fortunately, I have a day job, so I haven't gotten to the point of sitting in Starbucks at 2 pm with my laptop.  That's my small comfort.

Sadly, I didn't get a chance to support The Strip this week, in part because of the screenwriting class and more due to my early morning bootcamp.  Gonna try to make it out next week, but i may have to dial that resolution back to once per month.

Ducati All Stars and Vains of Jenna @ The Roxy

The first show in my new effort to Support The Strip was pretty awesome.  The Ducati All Stars = (Camp Freddy + corporate sponsorship - the sheer number of special guests that usually pop in) and pretty much I would go see Camp Freddy every day if I could.  I think on Saturday it was Donovan, Billy, Steve Stevens, Steve Jones, Jason Bonham, Franky Perez and Mark McGrath.

Support the Strip

I love my new home.  I especially love that I have so much within a 1 mile radius of me - all the shopping, dining and nightlife a girl could need.  So I was sad to hear my adopted homeland has been hard hit by the current economy (and changing music landscape of LA).  So, I've decided to make more of an effort to support the Strip.  I already spend a large chunk of my disposable income at the Trocadero, but it's time to branch out into other venues for dining, comedy and especially music.  So, though I'm not a fan of New Year's Resolutions in general, this year I think it's a good cause to try to support at least one of my local businesses every week.

I'm starting right away with the Ducati All Stars show at The Roxy Jan 2.  I'll keep you posted.

You Aren't Wearing Any Makeup!

Yesterday morning, I had a small emergency at my house - the water heater sprung a leak.  And my water heater is in a cupboard in my kitchen, so before I could figure out what that whooshing sound was and turn off the water supply, it made a nice, large puddle on the floor.  So, instead of doing my hair and makeup as usual, I spent the time while I was waiting for a plumber to come mopping and tidying up.  So I ended up going to work with my hair pulled back and no makeup on whatsoever.