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These jive owls ain’t hep to de riddim, dig? But they’re giving it owl they got.
Groovin’ to the blinking, Heather V.! Orphaned Screech Owls being weighed in WildCare’s Wildlife Hospital. They will stay in care until they’re old enough to be released back into the wild.
From Long Beach up to Lancaster
No creature that’s alive
Knows not the dire disaster
That awaits the 405.
This weekend, in Los Ahn-ga-lees
A vital freeway closes
And brings the region to its knees
With gridlock, one supposes.
The thought of driving where you like
Will seem absurd and risible.
So Angelinos, ride a bike
Even if it’s just invisible.
Catmosphere; The latest avant garde, experimental pseudo auteur film noir.
Idle, cool, disinterested protagonists’ dreamy melancholia narrated by random poetic voice-over with existential shadowy symbolism, shaky hand-held camera work, poor lighting, weird sound effects and shots of the same scene from nine different angles!
It was all a dream, Ghost and Halo. Visionary, Lauren!
People think it’s all glamourous and exciting — dash in, get the picture, then off to the pub — but that’s not it at all, mate. Stakeouts, they’re the worst: Cramped for hours in the boot of me car, waiting for that one perfect shot of a murder suspect’s wife’s boyfriend’s dentist’s nurse’s transsexual lover.
But the public’s got a right to know, and sacrifices like these are what quality journalism’s all about, in’nit?
Stealthily photographed by Flickr user fPat Murray.
[Tiny feet clutch tree]
Meet me at 0600, we’ll scamper down this tree, grab a cab and get OUTTA HERE!
Erik V. captured this proposal on film.
But in this case, we’re going ALL OUT:
Pema Y., it’s a good thing that Google ad showed up as a cover-up.