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Breakfasttime Adventure!

A couple weeks ago, the Estimable Miss VV and I arose with the sun (or, well, clouds, actually – it was SoCal’s semi-annual Rain Week – not as exciting as Shark Week, but just as wet) and ventured forth for a double-whammy of giant, round breakfast foods with holes in the middle.  This was an [...]

Walk walk walk walk walk

We’ll be back to our regularly scheduled dress blogging next week, I promise.  I’m planning one post that will riff on the Gossip concert I went to, what, two weeks ago now?  and another on my new favorite girl group song (a song that involves either what is either a reference to organized crime or [...]

Oh My Heavens.

1.  I am writing to you on a new computer, because my old computer died, sort of, or something.  The screen was weirdly flickering the other day.  And then today it weirdly flickered and then went black.  And then I tried the ol’ turn-it-off-and-turn-it-on-again trick, only it wouldn’t turn on again.  It was dead.  So [...]

Ph’nglui mglw’nafh C’thulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn

1.  Oh, god, there is too much to do!  Once upon a time I thought it would be a good idea to write my MA exams, attend a conference in North Carolina, and organize a conference at UCLA all in the same month, and now that month is upon me, and it turns out it [...]

CHASED BY DANGER!

Unrelated:  The next comment on this blog will by my 2000th comment!  THAT IS A LOT.  Maybe I will give Commenter #2000 a prize!  (Probably the prize will be:  I will make you a badge out of construction paper and paste with a crayon portrait of Fox Mulder on it.  It will say “YEAR 2000″ [...]

A night in the life

Violet Vixen and I went to go see my newbestfriend Charles Phoenix’s show last night in fashionable Pasadena, and my, did we have a time.  I think Charles is maybe starting to recognize me as Weird Girl Who Dresses Like It’s 1957 and Comes to All His Shows because he patted me on the shoulder [...]

Dear Los Angeles: A love letter in three scenes

1.  On the bus today, headed towards Hollywood and Highland, I overheard the Jesus impersonator talking to the Haunted Tour of Hollywood tourguide.  There has been drama, it seems, amongs the people who dress as characters and pose for pictures with tourists in front of the Chinese Theatre.  There was once only one Superman, now [...]

DONUT-INFUSED COFFEE.

IT IS TRUE. IT EXISTS.
What is driving me crazy, though, is that last week sometime, I had a conversation with someone that went kind of like this:
“Did you hear? Intelligentsia is opening up this new, excessively-pretentious-sounding store in Venice. With hydraulic pods or some shit.”
“Really? Wow. I heard there’s some [...]

And also I fell and skinned my knee. Luckily, my heart is made of fourtanium

1.  Dear my students:  the question about “which movement is this song associated with” was referring to a social movement.  Therefore the answer is not “the movement of swaying your hips.”
2.  Dear American Cinematheque:  Thank you for having a Valentine’s day double bill of Baz Luhrmann films about how if you fall in love, things [...]

And then I flew a rocket ship to the planet Marva.

Zarah and I went to the Pasadena Doo-Dah Parade, which, basically, is a parade for the mad.  And, in many ways, it renewed by faith in humankind.  Here are pictures!  And also, my new goal in life is to be a Lady in a Fancy Dress, Sitting on a Car, Waving at the Masses when [...]