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Saturday, July 29, 2006

No, YOUR account access is limited!

So, I get this email supposedly from Paypal (, entitled "Your account access is limited". It contains the following drama: PayPal is constantly working to ensure security by regularly screening the accounts in our system. We recently reviewed your account, and we need more information to help us provide you with secure service. Until we can collect this information, your access to sensitive account features will be limited or terminated. We would like to restore your access as soon as possible, and we apologize for the inconvenience. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Why is my account access limited? Your account access has been limited for the following reason(s): July 29, 2006: We have reason to believe that your account was accessed by a third party. Because protecting the security of your account is our primary concern, we have limited access to sensitive PayPal account features. We understand that this may be an inconvenience but please understand that this temporary limitation is for your protection. (Your case ID for this reason is PP-121-601-924.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How can I restore my account access? Please visit the Resolution Center and complete the "Steps to Remove Limitations and Update your Account." Completing all of the checklist items will automatically restore your account access. Now, click on that link and here is the domain name: Hmm, doesn't look like Paypal to me. Except that whoever they are, they have done a scarily good job of mimicking Paypal's website. I can almost see how people would fall for it. Luckily, I'm smarter than the average bear, especially when people are asking for my username and password on accounts attached to my credit cards. Call it the cynic in me. But I go to Paypal's site, the real one, scroll down to the bottom of the homepage, click on Security Center, which includes instructions on how to "protect yourself from fraudulent emails". So, as instructed, I forward the offending email to I'm quickly rewarded with an email from Paypal (the real one): We can confirm that the email you received was not sent by PayPal. Any website which may be linked to this email is not authorized or used by PayPal. Our fraud prevention team is working to disable any website linked to this email. In the meantime, please do not enter any information into this website. In case you were unfortunate enough to fall for something like this, Paypal also provided some helpful hints on minimizing the damage: If you have already done so, you should immediately log into your PayPal account and change your password, as well as your security questions and answers. We also recommend that you contact your bank and credit card company immediately. Please follow the instructions below to report an unauthorized transaction associated with your PayPal account: If you are able to log into your PayPal account: 1. Log in to your account at 2. Select the "Resolution Center" subtab. 3. Click "Open a dispute." 4. Select "Unauthorized transaction," then click "Continue." 5. Enter or select the transaction ID for the transaction you would like to dispute, then click "Continue." 6. Complete the report for Unauthorized Use on a PayPal Account, then click "Continue." 7. Confirm that the claim is correct, then click "Submit." If you cannot log in to your account, follow the instructions below to report an unauthorized transaction associated with your PayPal account: 1. Go to 2. Click on the "Security Center" link located at the bottom of any page. 3. Under the "Report a Problem" column, click on "UnauthorizedTransaction." 4. Click "Continue" under "Unable to log in?" 5. Confirm that the transaction in question is unauthorized then click "Continue." 6. Complete the report for Unauthorized Use on a PayPal Account, then click "Preview." 7. Confirm that the claim is correct, then click "Submit." 8. Confirm your account ownership by entering the financial information requested, then click "Continue." Lastly, we recommend taking a few steps to protect yourself from identity theft: 1. Download the SafetyBar, a toolbar for Outlook and Outlook Express, which identifies known spoof emails. 2. Get eBay Toolbar with Account Guard which warns you when you're on a potentially fraudulent (spoof) Web site. 3. Sign up for Equifax Credit Alerts for PayPal Users, a program thatprovides an early warning detection system in the event of identity theft. Find out more by visiting the PayPal Identity Protection Center at 4. Frequently monitor your PayPal account for suspicious activity. For additional tips please visit the PayPal Security Center at Of course, after that, the gleeful smartass aspect of my personality and judgement took over, prompting me to go back to the offending email and click "Reply". This was the message I sent: Congratulations! This email has been forwarded to! Have a great day! Because I just really hate it when people try to fuck with me.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Hey Nineteen

Owen Wilson gives as good as he gets. And gets to keep his broken nose, veiled threats of physical assault notwithstanding.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Hot as hell

People, it's really incredibly freaking HOT here in the Southland. I know we're not the only ones getting slammed by the heat, but it scorched today and that gives me license to whine. Especially since I wilt easily. And since I wilt easily, I spent the day inside, with the AC on most of the time. I have to admit this: as much as I bitch about the little cave/apartment, it does stay relatively cool. I think that my only windows face east helps. The fact that I have the good sense not to live in either the San Fernando or San Gabriel Valleys helps too. I waited until after dark to go out, heading to the store at around 8:30. And it was warm, very warm. I also noticed, that as I headed and looked south, that the sky kept lighting up, flashing as if struck by lightning. As much as I liked that idea, I realized that it was probably searchlights at some celebrity hotspot. But no, because then I saw actual lightning strikes, a good half dozen of them before I went into the store. Seriously, I haven't seen lightning like that in years. We just don't get the good storms in Southern California anymore, just getting a few rumbles of thunder is a big deal these days, and by these days I mean it seems like years. But tonight, electricity was in the air and of course, as a card-carrying Southern Californian I couldn't help but think what all true Southern Californians think when the weather is really odd and it's been ten years plus since we had a major shaker. Earthquake weather.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

...and hilarity ensues...

Added the lovely LAPD Wife to my links today because, oh gosh, she has possibly the coolest banner EVAH (DO NOT CROSS, Smooch, LOL) and also because this post of hers brightened an otherwise dark, shitty, damn near unbearable day at the office. Especially this part: "Oh, did you know if you fry coffee grounds in a pan, it will get the smell of a dead body out your house?" Bwahahahahaha!!! The writer part of my brain is so filing that little tidbit away for future reference (especially the increasingly procedural-loving, pre-shark jump CSI wanna-be writer in me - can't you just see and hear weird/quirky/loner/non-employee banging Grissom blandly passing along that same advice as if it was nothing more eyebrow-raising than the Nestle's Toll House Chocolate Chip Cookie recipe? I know I can!) Good stuff. Seriously good stuff, and no it doesn't bother or worry me that my brain works this way. In fact I LOVE it! It keeps me going.

Live and learn...or just keep screwing up

Apparently, it's two sides of a coin. Heads or tails. One or the other. Take me, for example. I don't seem to be able to get anything right. I just discovered that I've lost Meadowlark's leather halter. Let me explain: Meadowlark was the best first horse EVER. And she was mine. The first and possibly last time fate ever smiled on me so sweetly. She was a true gift, one of the very best things that ever happened to me and ever will. When I got her, she was 22 years old and had it all figured out. She was what horsepeople refer to as "bombproof". I was fifteen and to say I was firmly in an unfortunate awkward phase (which I apparently have yet to emerge from) doesn't even begin to give you an idea of where I was, where I was coming from or where I was going at that particular point in life. Don't even get me started on the glasses and braces. Fortunately, I was then blissfully ignorant of my reality and convinced that I was special and destined for greatness in some way, shape or form, especially in regards to horses, simply because it was something I both loved and was supposedly good at. Talk about your childhood fantasies. I wanted to be a respected and successful horsewoman so badly. And then a few years later I began to wake up to the real world. And it didn't just suck, it was downright cruel. No equine life for me. Welcome to the cubicle, bitch. But at one point I bought Lark a leather halter with a nameplate, like the racehorses had, putting her in elite, equine-star company. It cost me about twenty-five bucks, a small fortune for me at the time. The plate had her name in large, capital letters. Underneath hers was my name, much smaller but establishing me as her owner. Her person. The one who benefitted most from our partnership, because I was clueless and had everything to learn, while she'd been there, done that and had mellowed out over the years. That's one of the great things about horses - they are "live and learn" types. A flighty, unpredictable youngster, a "handful" in earlier years (as Lark reportedly was) gains a kind of equine Zen wisdom as they mature. And by the time I got her, Lark was well into her Zen zone. Everyone used nylon halters. Lark's was red and heavy-duty. I still have it, it was in one of the boxes and now it's so badly faded you can hardly tell it was ever red or any other color but dark old dirty worn blah. But it's big and square and holding it up, I can still see that sizeable TB/QH head, with those huge liquid-brown eyes and infinitely kind and patient countenance slipping right into it. Even now, after so many years, I can see her in it. She had one of the most beautiful faces I have ever seen in my life. But Lark's leather halter isn't there and I can't for the life of me figure out what happened to it. It's supposed to be there. Three goddamn moving boxes of horse equipment that I have dragged from Long Beach to Hacienda Heights to San Dimas to Playa del Rey to freaking Hollywood over more years than I care to remember, admit or even consider at this point if I want to retain some semblance of sanity. Her leather halter is gone. And to make matters worse, it was somehow lost under my watch. It's a good thing I never had kids. I'm crappy enough with my pets. Can you imagine me with children? I'd probably lose them.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Our perfect selves

A few months back my sister Lisa and my friend Liz badgered - I mean, persuaded me - to join them on Friendster at their loving behest. Seriously, they both hit me with it at the same time. It was like a coordinated attack, except that they've never met, so it was a really odd coincidence I couldn't cope with. Under that kind of pressure, how could I not cave? So I joined and was poked and prodded with personal questions I really didn't think were any of Friendster's business. I did break down and list my extensive tally of favorite films and then let it go and for a while Lisa and Liz remained my only official Friendster-sanctioned "friends". And life was good, because I like being left alone, especially by strangers. Last week my email informed me that via Friendster Randy Has Sent You a Message. Now I don't know any Randys, except that Liz's roommate is a Randy. But her birthday just passed and I couldn't imagine why her roommate Randy - who I have never actually met or had any sort of contact with - would be rounding up her friends now. Also, there's the thing about how I just don't get dinged by Friendsters wanting to be my "friends". But this wasn't Liz's Randy at all. At least I hope not. First, his picture: This is so not my type. Nope, not at all. The overblown bodybuilder thing is just NO, not to mention that I think he looks like he's only emailing someone with a girl's name in the hopes that this chick has a cute brother (I live in Hollywood, We-Ho adjacent, trust me on this one), all of which equals me not wanting to click on the link to his message. In fact it rather filled me with dread. After a week, I finally got bold enough to click and see what this guy really wanted from me. And you know what? Total spam. B my friend and other excitable internet shorthand crap that I somehow deleted before I had the presence of mind to realize I might want to hang on to it for purposes of blogging, mockery of the younger set and quite the icebreaker at parties. This Friendster thing is doing nothing for me. My people are at Let's Go Kings anyway. A couple of them have even given me "karma", which I think is the online equivalent of adding me as a friend, a sort of internet hug that I haven't quite figured out yet. I think I need more posts there to make it official. In a way, it's kind of odd - I'm not good with people, so the online aspect of something like Friendster should give me the space and a certain level of anonimity and control I could and should feel comfortable with. And yet, there's still something forced about it, like being the wallflower at a social event where everyone else is effortlessly having a great time, while I'm being paired off with someone equally awkward because he likes a couple of the same movies I do, as if that's enough to bond over (although being a hockey fan is totally enough to bond over!) And then there's the picture/avatar thing. Is that even really him or is it his idealized self? My picture at Friendster is the black and white at the top of this post, taken of me at about age 3-1/2 by my talented photographer godfather, my Uncle Jack. It's me, my mom and my infant sister. Mom is focused on the new baby while God knows what was going through my poor little mind. I never saw it until a couple years ago (it's not like the family-famous profile shot Uncle Jack took of me at the Arboretum) but it instantly became my all-time favorite picture of myself. And while it's definitely cuter than a current picture would be - not to mention that the attitude is spot-on - is that any scarier or less healthier than someone who may or may not be overly buffed representing himself as such online? I love the internet and everything it's brought us, from email and blogs to hooking me up with other Southern California hockey fans, from boundless information to alternate news sources, but most of all I love that it gives me the access to wonder and question and think and learn, all at my fingertips and in the cherished privacy of my own home. And I also love it because, like Randy, it lets me present myself to the world as I see myself, as I feel myself, even if it's idealized and not terribly real - young, small, cute, thoughtful and in glorious black and white. The internet gives us the gift of anonimity to be our perfect selves and to present ourselves as we wish and choose to be known. It gives us a certain amount of control. At least it does until Mr. West Hollywood Universe decides to buddy up. And then there's more beauty of the internet: anonymous rejection, none of that embarassing face to face crap. Yeah, I know I'm not a social creature and a lot of people might consider it less than healthy, but forcing the issue isn't going to make it happen either. So I'm not adding Randy to my circle of "friends". Not online or in real life, and I think we're both pretty comfortable with that at this point. You have to draw the line somewhere. And today this is where I draw it. Randy and I are just never going to hang out. But the black and white picture above? That is SO me on the left. Oh yeah, that's the lovely Melinda, hopeless/disgusted/WTF expression and all. That's how I see myself. It's like I knew where life was really going to take me... And scariest of all? Damn, I was CUTE...

Dumbest promo EVER

CBS to advertise on eggs. Honestly, when I first saw that headline I thought it was a joke. And in a way, it is, except that that it isn't. They don't even have the decency to be embarassed about it. One more reason to open up the carton and check the eggs. No way am I buying this. It's bad enough to be bombarded with advertising everywhere you look, they're not getting into my refrigerator. What really sucks - as I sit cooped up in this office doing mind-numbing work for a company that hasn't given me a raise in the 3+ years I've worked here - is the knowledge that someone got paid big bucks for coming up with that stupid promo. Life truly is unfair.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

All over but the shouting

Barbaro has developed laminits. That's basically going to be it. He pulled through a seemingly impossible situation before, but everything I know about horses is telling me he isn't going to be able to pull off another miracle.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

"The Diary of Anne Frank": "Schindler's List" meets "Panic Room"

Ever wonder how Hollywood really works? This is a perfect example of how a movie really gets made. "I don't know if Nazis go to movies either...they're not a big demo." That is just brilliant. My jealousy is exceeded only by my admiration. And then just barely.

Possibly the cutest kitten alive! Right here!

Or at least the most photogenic. Via Cute Overload, it's Baffle vs. the Crocodile! If I could just spend enough time at home instead of at work to justify getting a kitten...

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Area code snobs

Greetings from the 323! There was a six month period during 1999 when I worked for a company in Santa Monica. It was a great location, near Third Street Promenade and the pier. Unfortunately I never felt like I clicked with the job, which was boring but would have likely led to a much better position that I could have no doubt aced and made a hell of a lot more money at, especially compared to what I'm doing and making now. Not to mention that I'd have an assistant instead of being one. I should have stuck with it, but that's a regret I've already beat myself up for plenty and not really the point of this post anyway. The point is that during the period I worked in SM, the initial attempt at a 310 overlay was in effect. The new area code had not been introduced, but we were required to dial 1-310 even when calling other numbers within the area code. And you know what? It was no big deal. With all the different area codes in Southern California it's just sort of automatic anyway. This eventually went away as 310 peeps spent years - and God knows how much money - trying to fight off the overlay and keep the "prestigious" area code. But now the reality of the situation can no longer be denied: the phone companies are simply running out of 310 numbers. It happens, that's why we have so damn many area codes in the Southland to begin with. But some people are treating it like some sort of approaching disaster guaranteed to turn their lives upside down, a kind of man-made Hurricane Katrina for Westside area code snobs. Check out this L.A. Times story for the anguished reactions of the unfortunate victims. My heart bleeds. Also, it mocks. Some gems from the article (bold italics are mine):
  • For Robertson, 28, that means reprogramming scores of numbers on her cellphone and work line. Her dentist, her bank, her tax preparer, her credit union, even her local pizza joint. "I just never really thought about how much of an inconvenience it's going to be," said Robertson, who's not sure if she'll bother reentering the numbers or just wait until she gets a new phone and start over.
  • Still, some of the more than 1 million people living in the 310 said they don't like the idea of being area-code guinea pigs. "It's a nightmare," said Mel Honl, a Torrance resident and business owner.
  • "We're telling people, 'It's coming, it's coming. Are you ready?' " said Marna Smeltzer, president and chief executive of the Redondo Beach Chamber of Commerce. Smeltzer was one of many South Bay locals who for years fought to keep the 310, making it a volatile political issue from Santa Monica to the Palos Verdes Peninsula.
  • "Nobody's prepared," said Manhattan Beach City Councilman Jim Aldinger. In discussions about reprogramming phones, Aldinger said, "everybody I talk to goes, 'What? Why would I do that?' "

In all fairness, there are some voices of reason:

  • Teri Meyer, 39, is prepared.Over the past month, the Santa Monica native has gradually been reprogramming her cellphone (cut) Meyer estimated it took about an hour. "It's done, it's over with, and now it's time to move on," Meyer said.
  • Mark Bregel, 51, said that as area codes have proliferated throughout Southern California in the last decade, he's gotten used to always dialing the code before each number. "It's going to be, whether you like it or not," he said...

My feeling: quit bitching. Think how many numbers you could have reprogrammed while you were complaining. There are benefits: those of you who already have 310 numbers get to keep your elite designation and look down at the poor unfortunates who will have to slum it in the 424. Seriously, look at the bright side.

Now that that's settled, can we please move on to other pressing issues like hunger, homelessness, education, illegal immigration, the environment? I mean now that the tragedy of the 310 has been dealt with? Thanks.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Operator error

Just got another email from The Aquarium of the Pacific regarding the multiple sea lion deaths: Dear Aquarium members and friends, We continue to grieve the tragic deaths of our sea lions that have been a part of our Aquarium family. They are greatly missed. We thank you for your concern for both our animals and staff. It has been the notes of condolence and support from our members and friends of the Aquarium that have helped our staff deal with this devastating loss. As promised, we wanted you to be the first to know of any updates regarding the deaths of our sea lions. After a thorough investigation, the Aquarium of the Pacific believes that a major contributing cause of the death of Kona and her pup on July 1 was that the animals were not watered down enough to keep them cool for that particular hour that day, which resulted in heat exhaustion. There have been key personnel changes at the Aquarium, including the departure of two staff. We are also conducting a root cause analysis to determine if there are any other possible adjustments that can be made. This has been difficult, but we believe we are acting in the best interest of the institution and our animals. The animals in our care are a great responsibility and even a simple mistake can have tragic results. The entire staff is driven to do everything in our power to prevent this from ever happening again. Thank you for your support during this difficult time.

"Dexter" trailer!

Go here to watch. Awesome use/remix of "Sympathy for the Devil". If they're using it for the trailer, I'm guessing that means it will be the theme song. Great choice. "Dexter" image from official website and copyright Showtime Networks, Inc.

Return of the L.A. County Restaurant Closure List

Some local recent offenders: LAS PALMAS SENIOR CITIZENS CTR. 1820 N LAS PALMAS AVE, LOS ANGELES Date Closed: June 13, 2006 Date Reopened: June 16, 2006 Reason for Closure: Prevention of entrance and harborage of vermin; Vermin infestation Aww, that's just wrong. LE PAIN QUOTIDIEN 9630 SANTA MONICA BLVD, BEVERLY HILLS Date Closed: June 13, 2006 Date Reopened: June 13, 2006 Reason for Closure: Sewage Sewage is apparently French for "organic". MY DUNG RESTAURANT 8232 E GARVEY AVE #101, ROSEMEAD Date Closed: May 30, 2006 Reason for Closure: Food protection; Food to be pure & free of contamination, etc. Unsafe food temperature Insert obvious joke here.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

More time wasters!

Church Sign Generator. Tombstone Generator. A whole bunch of webcams. And of course, You Tube.

Won't you follow me down to the Hollywood Farmer's Market

In the interest (or maybe more accurately, delusion) of being healthy and organic, I dragged my ass out of bed on a non-work day and headed to the weekly transformation of Hollywood and Ivar to something wonderful. The haul:
  • Mixed greens and dandelion greens
  • Herb plants (basil and oregano, the basics)
  • Plums, fuji apples, strawberries, cherries, grapefruit
  • Avocados
  • Bouquet of roses
  • Fresh lemonade (yum)

But alas, no kitty greens. Wilma has been gone ten months, now, almost a year. I really can't believe it. I also haven't been able to bring myself to try and replace her. So of course today I discovered a weekly pet adoption shop just around the corner from the Farmer's Market. They had a couple dogs when I went in, but the kittens were late in arriving. But they hold adoptions every Sunday, and now I know they're there, so I think it's just a matter of time.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Time waster alert!

Make your own Motivational-style poster! This is going to swallow up hours of my life.

Friday, July 07, 2006

TIER Rescue site back up and running

Official site has been restored here. Good news is that the site is back up. Couldn't find anything on their site about getting hacked. The good guys always win in the end.

Emmy blahs

So, the new rules designed to supposedly spread the love appear to have flopped spectacularly. The good: "South Park" was nominated for its Scientology-lambasting episode that had an animated Tom Cruise refusing to come out of a closet and an even more animated real-life Tom Cruise allegedly throwing a hissy fit in response. I would pay good money to hear the acceptance speech Matt and Trey would give if they were to win. The bad: No love for my much adored "Prison Break" nor for "Gilmore Girls", "Battlestar Galactica" or "Veronica Mars", shows which were supposed to have benefited from the new rules. No acting noms for "Scrubs" (Kevin James better/funnier than Zach Braff? WTF? And what the hell does John C. McGinley have to do to get some recognition? The man is freaking brilliant.) The ugly: "Will and Grace" and "The West Wing" continue to clutter things up with multiple nominations. This is a recording. Glad they won't be around next year. The weird: Kate Winslet, Patrick Stewart and Ben Stiller all picked up guest actor nominations for playing themselves. Should you be even be nominated for playing yourself? I mean, where's the challenge or accomplishment in that? Conspicuous in their absence: "Desperate Housewives" (so overexposed anyway) and "Lost". James Gandolfini and Edie Falco. "Prison Break" because I want to have babies with it. The "Scrubs" actors I just prattled on about a couple paragraphs up. I found the announcements kind of anti-climactic. I was really hoping the new nominating rules would shake things up. It's only an honor to be nominated if you're actually nominated. You can check out every last one of the nominations here. The Creative Arts Emmys will be awarded on August 19, followed by the Primetime Emmy ceremony on August 27. Pretty trophy in the picture is the trademark property of The Academy of Television Arts & Sciences.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

In Dean we trust...we hope

Meet the newest King: goaltender Dan Cloutier. I'm going to go out on a limb and predict numerous beachball sightings at Staples Center starting in October. The Let's Go Kings thread is here. The much more glowing official announcement is here.

Piece activist?

I just love this: "peace activist" punches rocker over girl, leaves him in coma. Except for the part about the poor guy in the coma, of course. And it was his girlfriend! The words "big, fat hypocrite" come to mind.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Shameless patriotism

Shameless, but never shameful. Happy birthday America.

Monday, July 03, 2006

The hockey gods giveth and the hockey gods taketh away

We sign Blake, the Ducks trade for Pronger. Damn, Anaheim is going to be tough to play against next season. And it's officially the end of an NHL era: Stevie Y calls it a career.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

"Living Doll" and the genius of Rod Serling

"I'm Talky Tina...and I'm going to kill you". This is an annual recording. The Twilight Zone marathon is running on The Sci-Fi Channel as I type this. Tune in now! Rod Serling was a true genius. My brother once referred to The Twilight Zone as "storytelling at its finest" and he was right on the money. Especially when his favorite "Time Enough At Last" airs. Burgess Meredith, my man! And then there was Talky Tina, easily the most immortal piece of plastic ever purchased or slapped together for a TV show. I wonder who kept her and who has her now. Erich (Telly Savalas): That doll said things no doll should say.. Heh. Rod Serling, the king of "what if?..." The is still much quality and immortal viewing to come. And I think "It's a Good Life" is up next. Good Lord. On edit: "It's a Good Life" followed by "Time Enough at Last". You must watch. You must.


The TIER website has been hacked. I can't for the life of me figure out how to do a screenshot, so basically here is all that's left of their site: Hacked By CyberLord FOR ISLAM Hacked By CyberLord FOR ISLAM Hacked By CyberLord FOR ISLAM Hacked By CyberLord FOR ISLAM Hacked By CyberLord FOR ISLAM Hacked By CyberLord FOR ISLAM Hacked By CyberLord FOR ISLAM Hacked By CyberLord FOR ISLAM Hacked By CyberLord FOR ISLAM Hacked By CyberLord FOR ISLAM powered by Zehir3 ;) The hell? TIER is True Innocents Equine Rescue, a horse rescue group. How the hell they got picked on is beyond me. And since they're probably off for the long weekend, the site is probably going to be like this for at least a couple more days. There are just some people that the world would be a better place without, and I'm not talking about animal rescuers. You better believe that once their site is back up they're going to be getting a donation from me. On edit: Today horses, tomorrow hamsters. You've been warned

Blake is back!

Rob Blake returns to the Kings. The bigass cannon shot and bigass hipcheck are back in town! Although I had a feeling this might happen at some point, I wouldn't have bet large sums of money on it. But I'm glad to see him back. At the least, our power play won't be the pathetic exercise in futility it was last season. The fans at Let's Go Kings (including yours truly) weigh in: Blake to Kings confirmed A couple takes on the Captaincy: Give Blakey the "C" and Who will be Captain? Calling out the boo-birds Still plenty of cap money left Dean Lombardi comments on the signing Tale of the Tape Rinkrat asks who will benefit most from Blake's return? If Dave Taylor had made this deal...

"Tragic" doesn't even begin to describe it

Aquarium loses three sea lions. Bizarre coincidence? Stranger than fiction? A crying shame? Or just really, terribly sad. The Aquarium of the Pacific and its staff is deeply saddened and shocked to announce the loss of three of our sea lions: Roxy and Kona and her pup. The death of Roxy and Kona and her pup are unrelated, but occurred within 24 hours and have been extremely devastating for our staff. All of these animals will be deeply missed by our staff, members, and community. When I saw the email titled "Tragic News From the Aquarium of the Pacific" I figured it had something to do with the pup. But three? How the hell does that happen? Can you neuter male seals and sea lions? Because motherhood hasn't been very good to the females in that tank.