Once upon a time the Hollywood elite (like Washington, D.C., obsessives still trying to prove something to someone [since high school yet] except easier on the eye than the hideous Washingtonians) held their annual cluster-fuck/circle jerk/bukkake bowl at the Dotty Dorothy "Buffy" Chandler pavilion in the unknown wilds of downtown Los Angeles & it had no effect on those (most importantly, me) who lived in Hollywood &/or Silver Lake.
Then the entire effing mess was moved to the Kodak (Now the Dolby, & is Kodak bankrupt yet?) Theatre in Hollywood, & it was feared (because these useless pricks live in fear) that the people who destroyed those two ugly disproportionate towers in New York so many yrs. ago hadn't been deterred one whit by the two wasteful wars America's morons were conned into supporting by not-yet-punished war criminal George Bush, & might want to make further criticisms of Hollywood w/ stuff that blows up, so it was decided that stopping this was as easy as closing Hollywood Blvd. around the Dolby Theater for a fucking wk. or so before the orgy of self-congratulation. Said closing is also an additional reminder (above & beyond the daily drumbeat) for the little people that they can fuck themselves in every orifice, as their mundane concerns of getting to work so they may eat & returning home so they may sleep under a roof are nothing & if you can't get around in a helicopter you should just stay out of the way of the wealthy & powerful. (Keep it up, richies. Keep behaving just that way. It's soooo endearing, & we'll love you even more.)
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| Traffic pig ruining people's days w/ a detour as they try to get home. |
Now, no longer living in an affected zone & being barely aware the event was about to happen, I was surprised when I encountered the street closure last wk. Previously this rude surprise when attempting to reach a destination has caused me a certain amount of
crazed murderous rageirritation, to the point of kicking fences & signs while screaming what fucking bullshit it all is, because I can & will explode at the slightest provocation & at any moment!
This time freedom from wage-slavery enabled me not to give a crap. (Just as well. One of these days I'll be throwing a fit & someone will be foolish enough to react/become a target.) No hurry to accomplish the pointless bullshit that this world of shit & pain nonetheless requires of one, no rush to get home in time to sleep enough to be able to function beginning at an ungawdly hr. for seven & a half more hrs. of torture. (Yes, seven point five hrs. Why not an honest eight-hr. day, w/ two & a half more hrs. pay each wk.? BECAUSE THIS WAY THERE IS ALMOST NO CHANCE A WAGE-SLAVE WILL CLOCK OUT AT EIGHT HRS. & ONE MIN. & THUS BE PAID OVERTIME, WHICH APPARENTLY WILL BANKRUPT ANY RETAIL STORE IN THE NATION. That's how your pointless consumerism is run, people who buy shit. Have some consideration for your fellow humanoid: Stop shopping & consuming & start burning the
storestemples of commodity fetishism already!!)
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| Babylonian shopping, east of the Dolby Theatre. I rest my case. |
So my plans were interrupted, but now that I'm free there is always tomorrow or even later in the wk.
* because no one is the boss of me (Horrid phrase. "NOBODY TELLS ME NOTHIN', ASSHOLE, NEVER. PERIOD!" is much better.) & I can always be open to new, random experiences. (As if wandering the streets of Hollywood was a new experience.)
Hell, to put a positive spin on it, if I hadn't gotten off the bus I wouldn't've acquired these shots of the underbelly of show bidnis.
*Believe it or shove it, I was on my way to record images of something somewhere, & haven't yet. Maybe next wk., maybe never, nothing matters & that's just as it should be.
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