What the Fuck?

I haven't done this in a while because I've been too busy doing this sort of thing for whatever money I can hustle. When you have a stack of bills and they never get smaller and you have to do all you can to keep from drowning, the joy of writing for pleasure becomes something you don't even want to think about. So I'm a bit in depressed mode at the moment. I have a bunch of half-started project that I'll never get the time to finish 'cause I've got bills to pay. And when I do have a moment to breathe, writing/creating is the last thing I want to do. I'm just exhausted. Working at Trader Joe's is looking better and better with each passing moment. I hate L.A. right now.

I'm in a pissy mood, so here's what I've got:

• Woo-hoo: The Times finally extracted fossilized hack Larry Stewart out of the radio-TV columnist chair. Even when I worked at the Times prep sports desk in the early 1980s, I thought of him as essentially a style-deprived PR spewer for his pals in the broadcast booth. Now, I've read in L.A. Observed,, man-turned-woman Christine Daniels will be taking over the beat, titling the column "Sound and Vision." Ripping off 30-year-old David Bowie songs -- now that's cutting edge.

• The Lisa Marie Presley "duet" with her dad of "In the Ghetto" is nothing short of an abomination.

• J.D. Drew: .263, 8 homers, 50 RBI. Keep it up, babe.

• Does anyone ever get a response from answering online job ads?