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On a day when I really need laughter...

Jon Rolston.

I like to call him a friend.

Nice chap.

Blogs funny shit. This is no exception!

Jealous?

Foley was incredible!!!!!

Uwe Bol is my hero...sort of

I screened Uwe Bol's new comedy Postal last night. For those not familiar with him, he's this millennium's answer to Ed Wood.

Anyway, I'll be interviewing Dave Foley ("Kids in the Hall") tomorrow and the article about the movie will appear in next week's Campus Circle.

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Your Brat Isn't As Cute As You Think She Is

This is an open letter to the parents of the obnoxious little girl that can be found each day, singing her little pre-pubescent butt off in Santa Monica's 3rd Street Promenade. Yo! Your brat isn't as cute as you think she is.

Know how I know?

Because I, along with all my co-workers, want to punch her in the neck. For starters, you give her ONE song to sing. That's the new Alicia Keys jam (which I also hate). Then, you encourage her to sing that song 10 times in a row.

That's no exaggeration.

TEN TIMES!!!!!!

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Westside Eclectic Pick O' The Week

Made of Honor
(Columbia)
Release Date: May 2, 2008

    I swore that when this movie came out that I WOULD NOT go see it. I vowed that based on the cheesiness of the film's trailer that I was a better person than the audience it was being marketed to.

Then, I got offered the chance to screen it for free, so like a punk bitch, I went. And it was worth it!!!!!

                                                                                           

New York's Actually a Good Friend of Mine- Dr. Doom

I think Dr. Doom is dating someone in my neighborhood.
He was buying tampons ahead of me at the store on Thursday night. (They were generic, BTW.) It was about five minutes till close, and I was late for a surprise party. His total came to $21.04, and he only had twenty. He claimed the Super A Crunchy Peanut Butter was on sale, & pulled out the weekly to prove it. Though the flier clearly stated Creamy, Doom complained that the photo was fuzzy enough to be either Crunchy or Creamy. He threatened to call the Better Business Bureau. The clerk gave it to him...

Your Daily Tickle

It's baaaaaaaaack!!!!! Your Daily Tickle is here, in full-effect!

I'm at work at my snazzy new job as an editor for a Wellness publication here in beautiful and Kashi-laden Santa Monica.

I came across this blog while uploading some daily content. Birds of a feather flock together, I guess.

Westside Eclectic's MVP

Everyday, a special person comes along that enriches the lives of those around them. That person can be a teacher, a member of the clergy, or some sort of political activist that toils to make his or her world a brighter place. We here at the WE have no such people in our midst; just a bunch of drunken, sad deviants doing what they can to get recognized in this cruel world. To honor their blatant lack of selflessness, we've decided to spotlight, each week, that person, place or thing (that's nouns to y'all with an education) that have allowed the Westside Eclectic to grow and thrive. That person for the week of 4/28/08 is...you guessed it...yours truly.

Nice Legs

Why is it that Thomas Lennon in teeny weeny man-panties never gets tired to me?  I could watch him as 'Reno! 911's' Jim Dangle ALL day!

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Latenight in K-Town

I'm "hanging out" with Derek right now. At 4:08 am.--don't ask! 

He's been telling me super funny jokes about Jesus. Here's a good one before I go to work...

"Jesus walks into an inn. He hands the innkeeper three nails and says, 'Can you put me up for the night?'"

Ah, Derek. My new BFF.

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Working on the weekend

I'm at my job at the L.A. Times doing a little producing on the weekends--you know, cuz I'm baller like dat-WHAT!!

My first inclination walking these hallowed halls alone was to do a series of pantyless cartwheels. I mean, no one's here but me and some Asian lady working in the Finance dept. However, I'm a producer. I can't be showing my gynecology to a venerable publication like LAT.

So instead, I found this on YouTube. It's not as good as mine would have been. But it's a whole lot safer...

Shout-out to our one fan--JK!

Hey FlizFlaz! Yeah, you! Thanks for all the support, man. I don't know who you are. Or maybe I do. Maybe you're a WE regular. Who knows. I'm so out of the loop these days.

Anyway, I saw your profile on Stumbleupon. Good lookin' out, homeskillet! Keep readin'

This one's for you!/

Just Call Me Clementine

For those of you wondering where I've been, I broke up with my boyfriend, so I've basically been under a rock losing what's left of my mind. I quit the blog, moved out of his apartment, moved into my car, had about 12 nervous breakdowns, then sucked it up, got a job and moved into a new apartment.

Today would have been our one-year anniversary. I've been debating whether or not to revisit the site of our first date or to go to Best Buy and purchase a new TV.

I haven't gotten laid in three weeks. But I'm fat now. It's okay to be chubby when you're boning someone chubby. But it's not so cool when you're alone =)

Maybe I should have never dumped him in the first place. Maybe I should have never asked his friend Dave to have sex with me. Maybe I should have never dated him in the first place. Maybe I should have never told him his mother was the second coming of the anti-christ. Yeah...my bad.

Note to self: no more messing with boys I meet at Westside Eclectic. "Yes" to blogging, but "no" to shitting where I eat.

If you're not already regretting it, thanks for having me back, WE!

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New York's Actually a Good Friend of Mine- Susan Sarandon

I can't do this anymore, faithful readers of the WE Blog. I sat down to write an entry about Susan Sarandon wrestling a polar bear. But the truth is I don't actually know any celebrities. This entire blog has been a fabrication. Henry Kissinger isn't a graffitti artist, Maury Povich and I don't write jingles, the Verizon Guy & I don't wash windows on the Empire State Building. The Statue of Liberty can't swim, and Conan O'Brien isn't a mole-man. Fozzie Bear (and I realize this is heartbreaking) is just a lifeless doll. And contrary to what I said in my introductory post, most New Yorkers don't know any celebrities, either. You probably have a greater chance of encountering a star there in L.A. The Big Apple is no better a city...