Guys.
Hey. It's Mikie. What is up.
Rain, as of right now. I just turned the 5-minute walk between my house and downtown into a 15-minute slippery-car fest of mish-mashed left turns and a full parking structure. It's bloody pouring.
I have to say, it's beautiful. There's something that feels quite good about smothering rain and millions of people.
Amy and Heather told me to post pictures of my journeys of late - of which there have been many, and all passed-by unphotographed; I have no working camera.
So instead I will recount as much as I can in a list-like fashion, in no particular order:
enthusiastically pumping fist into a camera, for Budweiser
hundreds of miles of sunset and silhouettes
USC screening room and film students' shorts
the Public Storage gate closing just after stepping through it
singing Christmas Carols where James Dean died
sitting in fake high school hallway writing poetry and a lesbian porn
the city lights decked like a sparkling Christmas Tree
drinking Hoegaardens and talking about a two-story KFC at Lucky Baldwins
owning cozy towels from K-mart
car not starting at a gas station 'til it smokes
across a lake at night lies Cinderella's glowing castle
hot pastrami sandwiches and beer
Heat-seeking Venemous Python of Love
shattered wine glass and paper towels
Plumber knocking on bedroom door while fast asleep
scummy shower "before" and "after"
dancing to Michael Jackson with the excellent cast of The Big Bang Theory
Rocky mountains covered in snow
at a pew in Catholic cathedral, looking into Mary's eyes and marveling
snow-capped mountains in every direction
Minoo, Gil, Dani, Shane, Ryan, Deanna, Dean, amazing.
lost walking around Paramount Studios
soaking wet in tent on the set of Bones
tossing vacuum filter into the air to clean it
smacking vacuum filter on the cement to clean it
car not starting in the rain
unemployment application papers everywhere
Phillipines dancing with colours
the anticipation and not-knowing
the comfort of being surrounded by thousands of people
what humans are capable of
Those are the pictures I would have taken had I a camera. Maybe for Christmas Dad would be willing to lend me his old one with a package of batteries from Costco...so I can actually take some pictures for you guys.
That's all. I love you. Merry Christmas so far,
we've got a looong way to go
Mikie
some girl just pulled the fire alarm. WOW
Jarom also helped a lot, wanting to do a lot of digging (it was so cute how he'd place his foot on the edge of the shovel and kick kick kick rapidly with great vigor) and telling how much he loved Stormy and would miss him, and even throwing in some kitty treats for the afterlife.
Good-bye to Stormy, as Emily has so lovingly described him, our gracious and good big boy full of love. I can't believe we have had to say good-bye to him, and that I only have four cats now. It breaks my heart that Cleo will never snuggle again.
The helpers.
Bird, bone, pine needle, light. 
