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what's Important In 1965 #12

Looks like something Darren Stevens came up with after drinking a couple and put an in-law in the ad.

what's Important In 1965 #11

It's a man's, man's, man's, man's, man's, man's world.

what's Important In 1965 #10

Nothing says subliminal like "responsive" and "obedient"!

what's Important In 1965 #9

Okay, but only if there's some of that Old Charter mixed in.

what's Important In 1965 #8

This year more than ever - I need $5.

what's Important In 1965 #7

Drink your fresh fruit.

what's Important In 1965 #6

Eat your frozen veggies.

What's Important In 1965 #5

That message is dry, all right!

What's Important In 1965 #4

Ready-to-Serve Martinis?
I guess that didn't fly for long.
But it was probably a lovely companion to a TV dinner.

What's Important In 1965 #3

Yummy. My belly is gurgling just thinking about it.

What's Important In 1965 #2

Thank goodness we had the encyclopedias in our house! In 2009, you better make sure the kids have a computer and a cell phone and a credit card or they may BE FAILURES!!

What's Important In 1965 #1

WHO ARE THESE GUYS?

A Turd In Every Pocket

Today I got a finger wagging from someone who saw me throw away poop bags in his neighbor's garbage cans that were set out on the street. I always expect someone to give me so-called shit about this but in four years of professional dog walking nobody ever has. I'm so paranoid about it I will often skip a can that's out front of a driveway with a car in it. Like maybe that'll be the house where someone is home,catches me and comes out and yells at me. I'm nonetheless prepared with the reply, "oh so you'd prefer I leave the poop on the lawn?"

Of course I'd probably just say no problem and move on my merry
way to avoid a stupid confrontation. Because people are stupid.

So this guy who gave me the wagging lives in a very upscale neighborhood. Does he think I'm tossing unworthy poop in a million dollar trash can? He and his neighbors don't have trash that stinks? In this case these dogs, except for my mutt, belong to an ABC anchorman - purebreds that live in a $3 million home a few blocks away. In fact, according to TMZ, Billy Ray Cyrus lives nearby too and was in trouble with his neighbors for not picking up his dog's poop at all. I guarantee I pay the same amount of taxes to the DWP for waste resourcing that they do and I'm grateful when I see unidentified poop bags in my trash. (As long as they're in the black can and not the green or blue.)

So really, is LA just finger giving and finger wagging obsessed? Did I really inconvenience you like the guy who cut you off earlier in the morning while you were talking on your phone and running a red light?

Ironically, as I write this, David Byrne is on The Colbert Report. So I ask myself. How did I get here?

I Admit It - I'm An Obese-ist

I've started swimming laps at the gym to counter all the concrete pounding I do every day. Pools at a gym are never big enough. The one I use has three lanes, so when you're sharing it becomes six small ones. I don't know the exact rules of sharing lanes but I've assumed that it's like the road. Stay to the right. Yesterday I got in the pool at the exact time as another woman and as she neared the end of a lap, I started off on the right and she returned on the other side. Simple, as I guessed.

After a few laps, the woman in the center lane finished and gave it over to me. Five minutes later my original partner left and the pool was entered by a man and an obese woman. Not fat. Obese. The man took the empty lane and the woman asked to share mine. Why? Cuz I'm smaller than the man? I took off and reached the other side and stopped to see where she was. She was coming down the LEFT side doing a breast stroke which basically took over three quarters of the lane. I free-styled down the left side which felt unnatural and finished at 30 laps. I was too annoyed to continue but was thankful I got that many in. That's the thing about gyms. People are in them. And to the dudes that sweat all over the machines and leave, Fuck You - bring a towel!