Dan and I were hungry.  We stumbled upon Burger Central in Glendale.  We love Daym Drops' review of 5 Guys Burgers, and the song that Shmoyoho songified about it, so here's our response video.  Click the pic to watch the review

There are moments in my life when I become incredibly and terribly aware of the fact that we are all just crabs.  We're animals.  When I sweep the smoggy black soot that seems to coat Los Angeles off of my deck, I am no different than the tiny hermit crab under the sea sweeping the sand out of his shell-house.   We're biologically driven creatures programmed by instinctual impulses that run so deep you can't escape them if you tried.  Even if you lived completely off the grid all alone under a rock in the woods somewhere.  You could leave everything behind; all the people you ever knew, the houses and the cars and the fax machines (if you still lived in the 90's) and you could hide out from humanity.  But eventually, the cells in your stomach would communicate to your mind that you needed food, and you would forage or hunt for some.  Little transmitters in your mouth would feel parched and you would be compelled to find and drink water.  And at some point, the cells in your reproductive organs would tell your brain that you should make an offspring so that when you die all alone in those woods, you will leave a part of yourself behind.

Well folks, this conversation between my reproductive organs and my brain has officially taken place against my will...

Why are people so high strung?  And is it just me, or are all these high strung people getting themselves extremely and unnecessarily worked up over the most pointless things?  This morning for example, Dan and I were walking our dog Bella to 7-11 as we do every morning to get coffee.  Our adorable dog took a dainty little pooh in the grass next to the street and as soon as she was done, we immediately picked it up using one of the convenient doggy pooh bags that we purchase and carry with us at all times....   We have a strict "Never Leave It" policy when it comes to our dog's poop, and in the few times we've reached the end of the roll and been caught without a bag, we always announce loudly into the air to whomever might be watching that we'll return soon to pick up the poop.  AND THEN WE ALWAYS DO.  Because there is nothing worse then stepping in dog pooh, except maybe stepping in human barf, and because we are responsible and caring dog owners who find it incredibly rude and disgusting when others do not clean up after their dogs. 

Back to this morning...