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Yea, verily, we need one day soon to stand-up in solidarity with our nonwhite bros. & sisters downtown in defiance of the Stephen Miller Gestapo Disappearings; however, today was not that day, with some nice, safe bourgeoisie festivities at which to be present. The first was for stepgrandaughter, approaching the big oh-four in age; the second was for longtime family good guy who just completed his last year of secondary education and is taking his serious lacrosse talents to Amherst, Mass., in the autumn. To both these top-character individuals who would never need to hate people different from themselves just to feel better, salute! Good job.

Only in Los Angeles. The current TV programme closest in spirit to the original Columbo is marking its second-season start with a promotion here in beautiful downtown Studio City: a big sandwich giveaway at the local hipster smashburger joint.

Some things just sound like summer, and that’s especially true of the song in today’s video lede. Enjoy!

As that old Silver Jews song asks: ‘Why can’t monsters get along with other monsters?’ The answer: ‘They don’t want to!’ We live in a time now where the Real-World Infeasibility of Ayn Rand’s Fantastical Galt’s Gulch is playing out before our eyes! Pass the popcorn!

Who ya’ got?

That passing afternoon shower combined with a little bit of thunder as predicted, around 5 p.m. PDT up here in Upper Nichols Canyon. Even after the precip, the relative humidity remains high, approaching 70 percent, with not much relief in-store for tomorrow, when the humidity sticks around the 60 percent mark. Monsoonal!

Good evening now across all North American Time Zones. Good evening this time!

All right, all right, ya’ West Hollywood-lovers & would-be visitors, this is your month now. Stay safe & sane out there, for sure, and best wishes. Kinky boots, yes; jackboots, nae!

’grats to PSG, your 2025 UEFA Champions League (men’s) winners. Here’s to the beautiful (team) game…

Not a product of volcanic soil, or even that Fukushima radioactive soil, or even the thinnest dusty layer of what passes for the native topsoil here in La-La Land. Yet nature found its way! Nature found its way!