In all of the craziness going on lately, I haven’t had a chance to mention that I’m now writing for LAist. You can check out my contributions so far here, here and here. If you’re not an L.A. resident, they may not mean much to you, but trust me, the Grove is one nutty place.
I’ll continue making a couple posts a week over there, unless and until I run out of aspects of my home city to write about. There are only so many famous toilets in this town, I tell you.
The great thing about LAist is that all their posts are written in the first person plural. So if I post anything that turns out to be controversial, I can always blame it on some faceless corporate entity. “I didn’t say that… weeeeeeeee did.” *wink* In fact, I’ve already run into a debate over my knowledge of urinals. (I know exactly as much about urinals as I’d like to, thank you very much.)
The downside is that I have to limit all my posts to three paragraphs, which is about 19 paragraphs shorter than I’m used to. Seriously, LAist, I can’t order lunch in under three paragraphs… I don’t think you knew what you were getting into with me.
And though I feel a little like I’m cheating on Why Jerry Why, I promise not to abandon it. I’ll just come home at the end of the day, my collar smelling of other blogs, my embrace a little more forced and icy, my attention a bit more divided. Don’t worry about us, though. Why Jerry Why and I, we’ve worked it all out. As I’ll tell my children some day whenever someone new joins our family, there’s plenty of my love to go around. Sometimes, I just have to ration it out in smaller portions, so don’t get too clingy.