So my nephew Andrew (visiting for a week, pictured with Fran, to the right) has taught me the secret to good health. It's all about a balanced diet that hits the five major food groups: cereal, chocolate, soda, burgers, and assorted pizza products. I'd credit youth with his ability to put that stuff away and remain at single-digit bodyfat, but that never worked for me. I'd go with genetics but, well, he's my nephew. Must be on his mom's side. Whatever the reason, it's damned impressive.

Yesterday was all about Hollywood tourism. Hollywood and Highland, Graumann's Chinese, the Hollywood sign, a trip to the High Voltage Tattoo shop from LA Ink, a Scientology HQ drive-by, Chinatown, and Superbad (which was great, btw) at the Vista, the best damn theater in LA. Good times. Today might be bikini-volleyball-watching at Huntington Beach, freak-watching at Venice, rich-white-asshat-watching in Santa Monica, and a pass through Beverly Hills and WeHo on the way back. More as it comes.