And she's off... again.

Congrats to my younger sister, Erin (pictured on the right below-- as if you couldn't figure that out) for being selected as one of 3 female international business students to attend some sort of super important academic conference in Dubai, UAE. That's right. The middle east, bitches. I'm going to pretend to be surprised when she comes back betrothed to an Arabic Prince. What? You think that's a crazy projection? I'm ready to put some cash money on this one...

And henceforth, it will be photographed

Hola people.

Soon there will be a new section of the High and Low website called "highlights/lowlights". From the title of this post, I'm sure you get the gist of what said new section will be. So my question to you is: do you like to see how LA does it? Yeah. And we do it right. Best fucking believe.

On a musical note, please check out the Rumble Strips and their new single "Motorcycle". It's FINALLY available for download HERE and well worth the $2.66 (after pounds conversion). THey also have a Myspace page if you're into that sort of thing.

I might be crazy...

...but at least I'm going to have a sweet sweet ride in about 6 weeks.

Drool with me now.

Or not.

Last minute calculations and reconsiderations have halted the sale of the aforementioned bike. Because I bet you all were just dying to know. Yeah. A new Bianchi might be in the works though. (fingers crossed)

Joel! Take me to a Bianchi Dealer!!

Uh, that was fast

Yay! A call from the Bike Kitchen was all it took. A girl dropped off a late 70's Cilo road bike so I scooped it up. Done deal. Next up? Turning it into a fixie. Weeee!

Find Me A Bike

Uh, please? Okay people. Ever since I foolishly sold my Bianchi Pista a few months ago, I've been pining for a suitable replacement. Anybody have any good leads on a smaller sized track bike (48-50 cm)? Used, new-- it doesn't matter. A good friend of mine and I have been on a mission for such a velo but to no avail as of yet. We must march on until operation Find Lauren A Bike has been cleared!

Stomach! Stop turning!

Let me begin this post by saying that I eff'n hate Myspace sometimes. I read something that I probably shouldn't have and now my mood has turned downright sour. I'm super pissed off. I'd elaborate but I don't want to cause the same immature stir with someone else that caused my own blood to boil. I hope that someday this person can grow balls and talk to me face to face about the ill of things past. You know, be like adults and stuff and put this shit to rest. Boo, I say. Lame.

Well, would you look at the time... Gots to go pick up my Discovery in Encino now.

Futures.

New Comic

Yay! Finally got down to business and drew up a new Kusai & Ben comic for you all on this very special MLK Day. This one's called "Destroy The Brain". Please check it out in the Weekly section of the site. Click here.

Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now

So on a whim last night I stopped by that Skylight bookstore on Vermont in Los Feliz. You know, the one with the fat orange shop cat that hangs out in the display window. Much to my surpirse, I happened upon a new Acme Novelty Library book (#16) that SOLELY features my absolute favorite comic of all time--- The always bittersweet and depressing as hell, Rusty Brown. Words cannot describe how fucking happy this makes my robot brain. Please, do yourself a huge favor and buy this book. I bet the heavy circulation of this gorgeous hardcover edition will stave off an impending zombie holocaust for at least another year or two. Thank you, Chris Ware. You're a hero.

The Most Likely Date...

...for The Boy Least Likely To (they're a Brit band, silly) will be March 20th at Spaceland. Yay! A super-local show that will not disappoint.

If I had to choose a vehicle for the Zombie Holocaust...

This would be it.

And wouldn't you know it? It's a US Military vehicle currently in use in Iraq. Weeeeeeeeee. That thing looks fun.

As if.

Thought I forgot about updating my side panel of new music, didn't ya? Well if you must know, there really hasn't been much out there in the world of music worth mentioning. This is why I just listed a bunch of old albums from The Jam. It's well fucking Mexico.

The kids call 'em "Whips"

It's official. Please join me in welcoming a new face into the household--



I'm full Brit now. Look out.

Long Live Rock and Roll

Damn. Wolf Parade brought down the house last night and served us all the sweet tender roast of pure rock and roll goodness.... and then proceeded to shower us with a dessert made of whipped cream and diamonds (you know, so our dookie twinkles).

Bloody hell. The only songs they didn't play were Grounds For Divorce and Lousy Pictures. What-flippin'-ever though. I got more than enough to keep me smiling. I have also deemed singer/keyboardist Spencer Krug to be the hottest man alive.

El Parade?

Oh yeah, and before I forget... anyone going to Wolf Parade at El Rey this Tuesday??

missing a piece or two

We're back home (yes, I proudly refer to Los Angeles as home now). I don't know how it happened but up until I was actually there, I totally forgot how much I thoroughly despise the rest of America (major cities excluded, of course). Nothing like being eff'd in the butthole by snot covered fat baby fists while getting potatoes, cheez wiz and crucifix's shoved down your throat. Needless to say, it forced me to appreciate how awesome it is to live in Silver Lake, drive my sweet little German car and hang out with my dogs-- oh wait. Scratch the dogs part. The nazis at the vet boarding place aren't open until bloody Tuesday morning. I have a huge hole in my tarnished robot heart right now that only my sweet Bucket and Oslo can fill. I miss those little guys more than ANYTHING right now.

So 2006, huh? Have a happy one, people.