New Day #122

Julie Andrews flashed me. Okay, me and two thousand others. She's saucy that way. I was in the audience at UCLA where Mary Poppins kept popping out of a low-cut camisole.



We didn't see as much boob as when she exposed herself in S.O.B., but there was more cleavage than you'd expect from a 72-year-old Dame of the British Empire. The poor woman kept yanking on the back of her shirt to keep from falling out entirely. Truly, if she'd shown any more skin, she could've started nursing.

Considering that this costume malfunction comes after having felt up both Chelsea Clinton and Storm Large, it's certainly been a titillating year.

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New Day #121

Brief trip to LA for the LA Times Festival of Books. I'll be appearing tomorrow, Sunday, April 27th, from 11 am to noon at the Borders booth (#301, located on the west end of Dickson Plaza near Royce Hall on the UCLA campus). Come visit me.

Did something I've always wanted to do, which is hike up to the Hollywood sign. Or I should say hike up to the No Trespassing sign which stops you from getting to the Hollywood sign. If anyone knows a way to actually get to it, I'd love to hear it.

Meanwhile, there's a big kerfuffle over proposed plans to build mansions around the "H," which is ironic, considering the sign was built to advertise a housing development to begin with.

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