Ted Self-Portraits Self in New Apt.

Ted Locates the Best Donuts in LA -- Still 20 Mins from Home.

Olive, Chiquita, Mr C, Buddy; Mr C enjoys his new friends at his new place. (Sadly, aged 13, Olive dies only weeks later. She was a good friend to all who knew her.)

This eucalyptus has a neat/weird curving branch.

The view. That's Sunset Blvd below.

Ted suspiciously eyes Mr C and Joanna.

Jo, Tony, Ted; Pic by Mom.

Mr C and Ted in Sepia Tone.

In San Diego: Amy, Amy and Cobb's good friends, Mr C and Cobb.

In San Diego: Jenny, Mr C, Ted, Amy, Cobb.

In San Diego: Found this old trashed classic movie marquee tossed aside like it was a dog's old turd wrapped in a blue plastic bag! So sad.

In San Diego: I call this one: GREEN.

I know it's very blurred but I think I look great in this pic of me and HT. Photo by visiting dignitary: D.

D with Mr C! D knew my sister at college. I knew her back when but we all lost touch. Recently regained touch and recently resuperconnected.

HT, Jo, Mr C, D.

Kate Moss on Sunset Blvd.

D on Phone Cam.

Mr C and Steve McQueen!

2007 Winds Break a Tree at Jo's!

Buddy rests.

Griffith Park Fire almost hits home!

Earlier in the day.

Mom emailed me about how close it was to me, and I replied with this mocked up picture.

Ted Apocalypses Now.

Mother's Day: Mom, Steve, Mr C.

Our Hero Returns to California: Hannah and Mr C.

Hannah loves Mr C, of course. But she's wary of the slobbering dogs. She got panicky when a basset hound made his way to the table (luckily we won't show that -- this is another pic of H and Mr C.).

Hannah, Amy, Mr C, Cobb. Cobb so obviously wanted Mr C's attention and affection, but so did Amy -- and Amy won...

Hummingbird Part One: You're not going to believe this. At the time, neither Mr C nor I did.

Hummingbird Part Two: We were simply watching porn, as we do every Saturday afternoon, when all of sudden I notice out of the corner of my eye a gigantic bug has flown into the room (it was a hot day in LA, and I had the windows open). Mr C had noticed it just before I did. I follow it -- a little freaked out - because it was giant. For a bug. Only it wasn't a bug. It was a fucking bird. It was a hummingbird.

Hummingbird Part Three: Now, if I may interject: I always thought that the hummingbird was the helicopter of birds. And, as far as I know/knew, I am/was the first person to say/think this. Meanwhile, ten years ago I thought I invented Egg Nog French Toast -- years later the internet says I did not; I had not. [We are now switching mocking with humming] I thought I came up with the term "tequila mockingbird," but some time later I find that everyone thought of this before I did: a band, a drink, a restaurant, a bar, a writer, a bunch of alcoholics who simply misheard "To Kill a Mockingbird" and named their cat after it -- even John and Cathy Mockingbird's daughter, Tequila. Wait, did I say "porn" -- that's ridiculous. I meant to say "Pron." Which was a misspelling for the 1982 Disney live action classic, "Tron." We were trying to watch Tron. Which is hard enough as it is, so...

Hummingbird Part Four: To continue... Mr C is freaking, but no more so than I. I like animals. I consider all animals to be animals, except insects. If an insect is my apartment I really have to kill it. Like, I've got enough problems. I don't feel too bad about killing a fly or spider. But, anything more legit than an insect is, well, legit. When you a have a dog, and you know he's as smart as any 2-year-old human, you know we can't just write all the creatures off. And, yeah, vegetarianism's probably in my future, only thing is my main meals are cheeseburgers and pepperoni pizzas. We'll see...

Hummingbird Part Five: So, anyway, he was in here for a WHILE. Largely flying between light fixtures. I tried to help it out, but it kept flying away from me. Very small and delicate this bird. Mr C seemed less interested in attacking it a la a kill, so much as just fascinated by it and trying to get as close to it as possible. Anyway, tried to help it through one of the open windows/doors via a blanket or a curtain rod. A half an hour later it seemed to finally take in its surroundings and simply flew out one of the open windows. A great moment of relief for us all.