Displaced

Still in Burbank at my comfortable media-company-catering suburban-luxury hotel, watching reports of New Orleans on the news and wondering what to do. Can’t do anything about that in particular (except donate), and considering I’ve never actually been to the city so I don’t even have anything useful to say.

I’ve still got about four hours before a meeting, and only a short while before I have to give up the room and my internet connection. Seems like it’d be a good time to get some work done, at least it would if I didn’t have a case of the stare-blankly-at-the-screen going on. I don’t get how people can get work done on planes and in hotel rooms and coffeeshops and such; I suspect they’re not really anything getting done, but just faking it. So how to kill four hours in Burbank? Based on all the signs and billboards, a lot of people around here are really, really eager for me to watch their TV channel or see their movie. Beats being outside, at least.

I keep hearing about all this great stuff you can do in LA; what’s up with that?

2 thoughts on “Displaced”

  1. Shit! Busted! Well as long as the cat’s out of the bag, I guess it’s okay to talk about it. The coolest part is when he hangs the baby over the ledge, you’d swear you could reach out and touch it! (And then, of course, you have to go to an area where you use a doll to show the man exactly where you touched it.)

    Those look pretty damn cool, and close to where I work. It’s looking like I just have day trips down to hell once a week instead of staying overnight, but if I’m ever bored in LA again I’ll have to check them out.

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