GOODBYE MR. PIZZA

The difficult part of loving this city is that there are people in power who don't love it at all.

LONG SLEEVE V-NECK

I bought a bunch of whimsical post cards from a store on Hollywood and Vermont.

They were an impulse buy.

Because my life centers around the constant thought of death I don't have many friends.

Or people I talk to regularly.

Or at all.

So I'm trying to figure out what to do with these cards.

If you'd like one, then email me your address.

I'll write something about myself on it.

Something fucked up.

Encouragement that you aren't as worthless as you originally thought yourself to be.

Then mail it to you with no expectation of a return correspondence.

And when you receive the post card,

you can totally just laugh,

or,

say, "oh my," to yourself

before throwing the thing in the trash.

DOOMED NIGGERS OF THE WORLD UNITE

For Big Dave:

I THOUGHT ABOUT DEATH AND PANTIES A LOT TODAY

Keep replaying this song in my mind:

SADNESS JUST KICKED IN

The series' protagonist is Stringfellow Hawke (Jan-Michael Vincent), a loner who lives in a cabin outside of Los Angeles, California in a remote mountain area that was based at Lake Hemet, accompanied only by his Bluetick Coonhound, "Tet", and the surrounding wildlife. Hawke is a recluse, spending most of his time alone with his priceless collection of paintings which he inherited from his grandfather (the art was a gift for his grandmother), and serenading eagles with his equally priceless Stradivarius cello. His only real friend and mentor is the older, eternally cheerful Dominic Santini (Ernest Borgnine) who raised Stringfellow and his brother St John (pronounced "sin-jin") after their parents died. Stringfellow's father and Dominic flew in World War II together.

 

Earlier, Hawke was a test pilot for Airwolf, an advanced supersonic helicopter with stealth capabilities and a formidable arsenal. Airwolf was built by the Firm, a division of the CIA (a play on the term "the Company", a nickname for the CIA). Airwolf was stolen by its twisted creator, Dr. Charles Henry Moffet (David Hemmings). Michael Coldsmith Briggs III (Alex Cord), the Firm's deputy director (codename Archangel), then asks Hawke to go to Libya to retrieve the helicopter. Archangel has a blind left eye and walks with a limp as a result of having been caught in the carnage Moffet unleashed when he stole Airwolf.

Fearing that Hawke would refuse the mission to recover Airwolf, the Firm confiscates his art collection and leaves Gabrielle (Hawke's pilot-episode love-interest, played by Belinda Bauer) behind to brief him for his mission. A week later, after an undercover operative is killed in the line of duty, Gabrielle is sent in undercover and Hawke is sent in sooner than originally planned. With Santini's assistance, Hawke finds and recovers Airwolf but chooses not to return it. Instead, he and Santini booby-trap Airwolf and hide it in a large natural cave in the remote "Valley of the Gods" (visually modeled on Monument Valley). Hawke calls this cave "the Lair". Hawke refuses to return Airwolf until the Firm can recover his brother, St John, who has been missing in action since Vietnam. To get access to Airwolf, Archangel offers Hawke protection from other government agencies who might try to recover Airwolf; in return, Hawke and Santini must fly missions of national importance for the Firm.

In the second season, to satisfy CBS executives who wanted to appeal to a wider female audience, the show introduced Caitlin O'Shannessy, played by Jean Bruce Scott. Caitlin is a feisty former Texas Highway Patrol helicopter pilot who eventually joins Airwolf's crew. In "Fallen Angel" Hawke confirms Caitlin's suspicions that he and Santini possess and operate a super helicopter as the three fly Airwolf into East Germany to recover Archangel.

PARTY HATS ARE FUCKING AWESOME AND BIRTHDAYS ARE FUCKING DUMB

I saw a homeless man today.

He was walking on Fairfax and Santa Monica.

Making motorboat noises with his mouth while aggressively thumb downing objects/people.

I felt a deep and serious kinship with the guy.

Wanted to grab a couple tall boys and climb Mount Lee with him.

Stare at the city.

Thumb down everything.

The small people I couldn't see.

(thumb down!)

The LAPD.

(thumb down!!!)

Traffic.

(thumb down!)

Chemtrails.

(thumb down!)

The entire westside.

(thumb down!)

Larchmont Village.

(thumb down!)

Potholes.

(thumb down!)

The Oaks Gourmet

(thumb down!!!)

Pretentiousness

(thumb down!)

The Sunset Strip

(thumb down!)

Plastic surgery

(thumb down!)

We could have lived forever up there.

Surviving on tall boy nutrition and the warmth of our disgust.

But I didn't make an approach because I figured the ol' thumb down would be given.

And, fuck, I couldn't bear disapproval like that.

GUYS NAMED TREVOR

Here's the Hunt vs Struve fight I wrote about a while back.  It's currently free but could be pulled at any time.



Hunt is fighting the former heavyweight champion, Junior Dos Santos, this Saturday.  Junior has arguably the best boxing skills in all of UFC.  Mark on the other hand has Samoan bonefists and moves like a middle weight.

In other words, someone gonna lose a jaw again, bruh.

Also, apologies in advance for the horrible commentating.  Kenny Florian is a retired fighter who really isn't that terrible.  Jon "The Walking Dildo" Anik, however, is the worst sports announcer of all fucking time.

I've heard better from a blind mute commentating a high school Ping-Pong game.