MB Confidential doesn't like the new banners in Manhattan Beach designed to promote the dignified new name of the "El Porto" area:
Second, the logo features a surfer. That's very kind, but that surfer is also the epitome of "El Porto," the name they're wiping out. This new business district of "North Manhattan Beach" is all about spas and sushi and handbags and Bora Bora and the (upcoming) North Manhattan Lounge. You didn't need to rename El Porto to invoke its surf-spot heritage - in fact, it's kind of rude and ironic to do so.
Cap'n Bob posted a photo of a vintage military plane seen flying over the South Bay Friday. His wikipedia research says the planes are popular with private collectors now.
(Military planes remind me to add a note that we're hard at work planning this year's Armed Forces Day Parade special section. If anyone out there has any great ideas about what they would like to see in it, drop me a note.)
On their other blog, Verna and Bob found some Europeanlike architecture in Wilmington and took some photos.
Speaking of photos, MaryRuth at Where's the Bubbler has photographic evidence of the gash left on her hubby's head by a tree that got in the way of squirrel hunting.
And finally, Easy Fiend's disgusting quest for a good haircut in the South Bay:
Ives continued eating his sandwich as he started cutting, but that just added to the fun. Then he choked and barfed up some of the sandwich into his hand. He excused himself and went into the back room.After a beat, he came back out. Presumably, he'd washed his hands. He went back to babbling about his extensive collection of Rolling Stones tour jackets. "Keith likes the jackets designed with lots of inside pockets because -- HAAAARK!!"
He barfed again. This time, the milk came up. Lots of it. Fortunately, he caught most of it with his hands. He went to the back again. I thought about doing a runner, but at this point he had shaved half my head and I'm just vain enough to be bothered by running down the street like that. He came back, mumbling something about a turkey bone stuck in his throat and washed his hands in the sink in front of me.
I'm not sure if you caught that, but that means he probably didn't even have a sink in the back, so he had been touching my head all that time with barfy hands. I was pretty grossed out, but I toughed it out anyway because again with the vanity. That night, I bought a trimmer on Amazon for $20 and notified Sandie of her new spousal duty.
RELATED POSTS:
Q&A with Easy Fiend blogger Denis Faye
Q&A with MaryRuth at Where's the Bubbler?
Q&A with Cap'n Bob
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