It’s not up yet but we bought the domain name. It’s going to be all about living in Los Angeles and our new albeit temporary lives here on the West Coast. We hate it here. So, why not complain about it.

I’m not telling the name yet. But I promise it will be good.

I love Photo Booth. There’s me as an Andy Warhol.

I prefer Lichtenstein but Photo Booth doesn’t have that option.

I did a post today about the longest running primetime show. No, it’s not The Simpsons. It’s freakin’ 60 Minutes. The only reason I ever watch 60 Minutes is because it’s on right before Sunday’s Big Brother. We end up watching Andy’s aimless rant (this week it was about milk). I think my friend Laura should take over his segment. She has awesome rants.

Happy Birthday Mags! I love you! You’re the best sister!

Anyone who’s lived in Santa Monica knows that homelessness is a big problem here. The super liberal government doesn’t do anything about it; to my knowledge, in SaMo, homelessness is a “lifestyle choice.” Whatever.

I guess that’s why every now and again you’ll see a homeless person with an item (or wearing something) that generally someone who couldn’t afford shelter wouldn’t have. Case in point: A homeless guy wearing new Uggs boots. And how about a homeless guy texting (or pretending) on a blackberry? I’ve also seen a homeless guy with an iPod and a homeless guy on one of those razor skateboards.

Perhaps this is a statement about how disgusting rich and wasteful some Angelenos are. If these homeless guys are getting these items from good will or dumpster diving, someone is throwing them away. I would never throw away a pair of boots that cost $200. If I didn’t like them, I would give them to a friend with the same shoe size. I would certainly give old boots to goodwill–but not new ones. And these were clearly new.

As for the phones, give it to a charity that can use it. Don’t throw it out. There’s cellphonesforsoldiers and another one (the name escapes me) that’s run by the police department. They give the phones to abused wives.

We needed a new couch for our new place here in SaMo (my sleazy real estate agent name for Santa Monica). This is what we got. It’s from Bo Concept. The back folds down and it becomes a sleeper. However, it’s on back order. Grrr.

We didn’t get those hideous pillows either. However the glass nesting tables I think I will get at some point. They could be a windexing nightmare though.

My friend Caroline and I went this restaurant Joe’s on Abbot Kinney today for lunch. Three course lunch for $18 and house picks for wine (a Spanish white that tasted like Sauvignon Blanc and a Merlot) for $7 a glass. I love prix fixe. My eyes are bigger than my stomach so I love know that I always have more food coming.

Here’s what I had:

Ahi Tuna Tartare placed in a neat little ball over a piece of lox and garnished with cucumbers and diced tomatoes and lemon. It came with a few toasts to eat the tuna although I could eat tuna tartare straight.

Chicken Breast with sugar snap pea puree, white corn, and haricot verts. And it had these great mushrooms–they looked like oyster mushrooms but they were darker.

A peach doughnut (a piece of fried dough with a yummy peach inside) with a scoop of ice cream.

And later… A nap.

I felt a little like this today. Birdies wouldn’t shut up. My neighbor is having her bathroom redone. I guess hearing a tile saw all day would irritate anyone.

Here’s an easy recipe from my “aunt” Ginna. I put aunt in quotes because she’s not really my aunt. She’s just one of my parents’ best friends. There’s a catch though–it has to be served warm and it doesn’t reheat well. We found that out tonight at dinner. The pie crust just doesn’t hold up.

1 frozen pie crust (I bought the one already in the tin)

4 plum tomatoes, sliced in quarters and drained on paper towels

6 oz. of shredded mozzarella

1 cup of basil, sliced and loosely packed

2 garlic cloves minced

1/2 cup of mayo

dash of black pepper

1/4 cup of grated Parmesan cheese

Poke some holes into the pie crust. Pre-cook according to the directions on the package. Take out pie crust and put about a third of the mozzarella in the bottom of the pie crust and let it melt. Line the melted cheese with tomato slices. Sprinkle with basil and garlic. In a medium bowl, combine the grated cheese, mozzarella, mayo and black pepper. Spread over the top of the tomatoes. Bake at 400 F for about thirty five minutes.

I have a lot of WTF moments in Santa Monica. Oprah has “A-ha” moments. I have WTF moments. More proof that I’m not Oprah.

As I walked the dog today, she was about to poop when she got distracted by a homeless guy in purple hot pants (shorty-shorts) who sang “Livin’ on a Prayer.” At first I was pissed that he distracted my dog who is so fickle about where she does her “bizness.” But I couldn’t stay mad at someone who wanted to share Bon Jovi with the world.