The entire house is vibrating -- and I'm excited

After years of living on what by all appearances is one of the most pothole-pocked streets in the city of Los Angeles (those Mars lander photos look a bit too familiar), the L.A. street repair crew is rolling the heavy equipment up and down our little country road in Van Nuys.

Sure the entire house feels as if it's going to be shaken into a little pile of 1940s wood and plaster, but it's totally worth it.

I had a long, rambling stream-of-consciousness post that I'm sure you all would've loved, but just as I was uploading the art (thanks for the pictures, Ilene, who blogs about it here), the $0 Laptop gave up on me, Movable Type didn't autosave more than three lines, and I basically got sent back to the first square in Shoots and Ladders.

But the long and short of it is that our bombed-out-looking excuse for a residential street is getting the once over twice from the City of Los Angeles.

And while I'm in the mood, I'd like to thank, in Precise Modern Lovers Order, our neighbor Laura for keeping all the relevant feet to the fire these past many years, Councilwoman Wendy Greuel, whose tootsies must be pretty damn toasty by now, and my pothole-filling buddy A-Dog, aka Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa, frequent visitor to the Daily News newsroom, who, whether he did anything or not, get his due because he's, by all appearances, a complicated man who will risk his neck for his brother man and all that.

For the foreseeable future, Van Nuys loves you all, baby.