HiddenEntries (A Wholly Owned Cynthia Publishing Company Subsidiary Blog)

Oppressively hot here in La-La Land this weekend. Cooling trend headed here for Monday and the rest of the week, though. Can’t come soon enough! Continue reading →

Finally available again in all its madness! Continue reading →

Dining options for infants discreetly pictured in lower right corner!

Placeholder. Another Mental Health Day Off yesterday to celebrate Ms. Courtney MacGraw’s birthday. No Courtney MacGraw, no Cynthia Publishing. So feel free to thank (or curse!) her at your leisure. Placeholder. Continue reading →

All right, all right, ya’ La-La Land Los Doyers fans! Take it easy! Your boys are winners of the Nat’l. League West in 2019, their seventh consecutive division title. Continue reading →

Jason was a "giant" today. Watch him secure his 7th win in a row! pic.twitter.com/c7JxlZ5vZl

— Jeopardy! (@Jeopardy) September 10, 2019

Premiere of Season 36 for ’murrika’s Favourite Quiz Programme last night. Gath! Continue reading →

Rafa Nadal got emotional after winning his 19th Grand Slam. #USOpen pic.twitter.com/MvnVTDG4Hy

— SportsCenter (@SportsCenter) September 9, 2019

Isn’t this a lot more gracious than one particular Fat Septuagenarian Golfer with Yellow Hair? Or you prefer the one particular Fat Septuagenarian Golfer with Yellow Hair? It’s up to you! We report, you decide! Continue reading →

Good afternoon (PDT) from Studio City, Calif., where the temperature is 77°F.  Continue reading →

He writes the songs, yeah?

Final concert of this season’s subscription series at the local amphitheater last night. It was Lorna Luft opening for the guy in the snap above, Mistah Barrie Maniloff. Needless to say, the sonic trip in the musical wayback machine necessarily brought back a lot of repressed memories. Continue reading →

Nat.’l Read a Book Day now. Also, Opening Day of your 2019 Belmont Fall Championship Meet. Infinite Jest! Infinite test! Metempsychosis! Who do ya’ like?! Continue reading →

Are you ready for some ’murrikan Gridiron Throwball? Yeah, neither are we. It’s like looking at a Rube Goldberg contraption staffed by hippopotamuses, grenade-launchers and chorus girls. Hoo-boy. Continue reading →