Last Saturday Yano and I walked to Comics Ink, just down the street on Overland. While passing the behemoth that is Sony Studios, we spotted what at first glance appeared to be a butterfly laying on the sidewalk. Upon further investigation, we realized it was a lonely fake mustache. We had to stop and photograph the strange phenomena. Was it a free-range mustache? Had it been left behind in some kind of drunken debauchery? We were captivated by the story of the abandoned mustache.
Somewhere a hipster is weeping for the loss of his faux facial hair.
It was the first time Yano had been to the little comic shop. Since it is on the way to the library that I frequent, I have made a habit of picking up Tank Girl comics there. We carefully scrutinized the tightly packed shelves while listening to intriguing conversation between the clerk and a regular patron (about the loss of macho man heroes in Hollywood). After almost an hour, we regrouped with our treasures in hand. Yano had Moon Knight and Batman: Year One; I continued my love affair with Chew.
That is one badass Chicken.
Sunday we walked to the movies in downtown Culver City. On the way, we passed a small, rather unloved theatre (with $6 matinees!) and decided we needed to go there in the future (if only to see Thor). Had our hearts not been already set on X-Men: First Class, we probably would have stopped then. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend that you do. Magneto alone is worth your time.
Seriously, he could not have been any more awesome.
To wrap up the lovely weekend, on the walk home from the movies, we found a gingerbread house tucked away off of Venice Blvd on Dunn Drive.
Okay, it isn't really a gingerbread house, but it might as well be. I love finding little magical places hidden around Los Angeles. It makes moving here seem less crazy.
Magical thinking, right?
Magical thinking, right?
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