Our family cat, Magic, died two weeks ago when we were in Chicago. I just found this out today. I wasn’t particularly attached to him, as he was a very large and boring orange tabby cat — bigger than our dog (a bichon frisŽ, Marcel). But still, I find it weird that no one thought to tell me.
I went to the LA Farmer’s Market in Fairfax for the first time today and had some gumbo ya ya at a New Orleans place, which was quite tasty. I saw a number of guys writing scripts on laptops, reminding me that I was in LA. Still I never considered the Farmer’s Market to be the ideal place to write a script.
