One of the benefits of living in this crazy town is sights like this, seen today in Beverly Hills by my friend D and I. I guess you could say it's a mixed benefit because really what makes one more sick than a bright yellow Rolls Royce? We had just gone to the movie "District 9" that I HATED. On the way out of the women's bathroom after the movie, I practically ran into a guy who was holding two American Girl dolls in his arms, clearly waiting for his daughter who was inside. I made eye contact because he looked so goofy, holding the dolls and then I simultaneously realized that it was Marky Mark, Mark Wahlberg.
Only in LA. (But the skies are oh so blue and the fires appear to be contained for now and the light is just golden in a transparent way).