Best Traffic Ever

So, in an earlier post Dodo mentioned the crazy shit that was going down this weekend. This sent many into a tizzy, fiendishly buying tickets to out of area places, or simply using this impending traffic delay as an excuse to squander all their money in Vegas. I anticipated being in a lockdown situation in my own apartment, which would probably involve me lounging in undie-roos with Mimi. However, yesterday morning, I decided to check out what the traffic situation was like using good ol' Google Maps. And here is what I found:

The magical powers of fear

So, I hazarded taking my car onto the freeway. And what I found were empty roads, now perhaps a Zombie Apocalypse happened to occur on this same weekend and that explains the eerily empty roads, but whatever the reason: the traffic has never been better!

Watchout

Even BBC is talking about it! We've finally made the big time, LA traffic.

Song of the Week

I am a little bit obsessed with MNDR. Just a little bit. Don't be scared by the video still, guys, this song is great.





xoxo
zuzu

Loti

Anyone remember the awesome lotus cluster in Echo Park lake that was the largest in the world? And cute old men would go and do watercolors of it on a nice fall afternoon? No? Just me then.

It's been a tough day

Sorry I suck and haven't done a proper post in...ever. But hopefully the blog muse will inspire me soon.

Patriot Rot

Guys, look what I just read: Fourth of July Parades make you grow up Republican!

Am I the only one who suddenly feels like America has every right to waterboard the shit out of people?

And here's a shocker: Now I never want to even let my hypothetical kids anywhere near a parade lest they grow up all Gingrich-y. 

Sorry, Newt, but I'm pretty sure even your mom kind of hates your face.

I mean, I actually love the United States a lot. When I am not in the country, I am constantly reminded how great it is that I was born here, how wonderful it is to have the rights I have, and how awesome it is that I get to write a blog where I get to tell conservative assclowns to check before they wreck. (I usually only have these feelings while I am abroad, because I spend most of my time in the country thinking about how I have no rights because I'm a lesbian, and nobody reads my blog). Clearly, however, I don't think that appreciating my nation of origin requires me to regard the Constitution as anything but a living document, or vote the straight Republican ticket. So how come parades make you grow up Republican? Is it all parades? Or do different Parades result in different outcomes? If, for example, you go to the Thanksgiving Day Parade will you grow up to have a balloon fetish?

Can all this be explained by a close encounter with the giant Snoopy balloon?

I have never been to a parade (if you exclude parades that involve drag queens, and girls with faux-hawks and lip piercings). And now I am wondering if I had gone to a Fourth of July Parade, would my entire life be different? Would I own a bunch of sweater-sets and enjoy the company of small dogs that fit into my purse? Would I tell people that global warming is a liberal ghost-story, and would I listen to Bill O'Reilly more intently than I listen to my pastor? (In this scenario, I also go to church, apparently). 

I don't know, friends. I just don't know. But I'm glad I don't have to find out.

xoxo

zuzu

Song of the Week

This week's song of the week was recommended by a good friend, and, boy, do I love this guy. Well...back to twiddling my thumbs.







xoxo
zuzu