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The sun came out this weekend, and shone down upon the streets of West Los Angeles, where 25 of LA's trendy mobile eateries had gathered at the TLofts to give hungry Angelenos a chance to eat for a cause. Organized by the Southern California Mobile Food Vendors Association (the folks working hard to get the Santa Monica Food Truck Lot in the clear again, too), the trucks and patrons lined the streets from 11 a.m to 4 p.m. to raise money for the American Red Cross' Haiti Relief operations.

There were 26 trucks, and I think I must have hit most of them - if I only bought a soda or something.

Nom Nom has a whole new meaning.

Kid has graduated in Mario Kart on the DS from 'finishing the game unassisted' to 'whoa, I'm not winning and that SUCKS' in less than 24 hours.

Triggering the 'winning is HARD on a ratio basis' from me, ('Hey, look at how many people are playing - that's eight of them, and only one of them can win. That's HARD.') with the follow-up 'you only get better with practice' go-get 'em.

Better living through video games, that's me.

Today, we join the church - and it's the last Sunday with pastor before he retires and leaves forever. Okay, that's dire and not entirely true, but close enough. Going to miss him like whoa. And Jim never met him. Something really wrong with that, but not a damn thing I can do about it.

Your Sunday, already in progress.

Still have goodies leftover from yesterday's Haiti fundraiser put on by all the catering trucks in Los Angeles. No, you don't understand. Catering trucks that do nothing but grilled cheese sandwiches. Indian food. Sushi. Thai food. ALL GOOD. I had a Chinese/Mexican fushion lunch of a kung-pow chicken 'chimale' that just - YUM. And then I tried to follow that up with BBQ. I tried.

They had 25 trucks in an area where two together is an event. Want to give them all a hug. As it was, I tried to buy something from everyone. Not easy. Have lunch/dinner for tonight STILL.

Kid has graduated in Mario Kart on the DS from 'finishing the game unassisted' to 'whoa, I'm not winning and that SUCKS' in less than 24 hours.

Triggering the 'winning is HARD on a ratio basis' from me, ('Hey, look at how many people are playing - that's eight of them, and only one of them can win. That's HARD.') with the follow-up 'you only get better with practice' go-get 'em.

Better living through video games, that's me.

Today, we join the church - and it's the last Sunday with pastor before he retires and leaves forever. Okay, that's dire and not entirely true, but close enough. Going to miss him like whoa. And Jim never met him. Something really wrong with that, but not a damn thing I can do about it.

Your Sunday, already in progress.

Still have goodies leftover from yesterday's Haiti fundraiser put on by all the catering trucks in Los Angeles. No, you don't understand. Catering trucks that do nothing but grilled cheese sandwiches. Indian food. Sushi. Thai food. ALL GOOD. I had a Chinese/Mexican fushion lunch of a kung-pow chicken 'chimale' that just - YUM. And then I tried to follow that up with BBQ. I tried.

They had 25 trucks in an area where two together is an event. Want to give them all a hug. As it was, I tried to buy something from everyone. Not easy. Have lunch/dinner for tonight STILL.

You knew it had to come.

Yup.

help_haiti - and yes, another Crap Auction is brewing. Probably more than one.

You're very pretty. No, really. I have to keep saying that because it's true. But.

It's getting to be very much like the old parrot joke. You know, the one where the foul-mouthed bird gets shoved into the freezer and left there to think it over for five minutes? And when he comes out, the only thing he asks is 'what did the chicken do?'

Yeah. That.

I mean. What the heck did Haiti do? Is this some kind of gentrification plot I was unaware of or something? If so, jeeeeeeez. Right now, they estimate 50,000 dead right now...and up to 3 million before they get a handle on things again. My head doesn't get around numbers like those. They just don't.

(I just keep thinking of empty cruise liners and hospital ships lining up to take people away from this nightmare. As fast as they can dock and board. Pretty crack fantasies have their place.)

I've already sent some bucks to the Red Cross. I've seen some pictures - the only ones worse were taken in Hiroshima after the bomb dropped.

You're very pretty. No, really. I have to keep saying that because it's true. But.

It's getting to be very much like the old parrot joke. You know, the one where the foul-mouthed bird gets shoved into the freezer and left there to think it over for five minutes? And when he comes out, the only thing he asks is 'what did the chicken do?'

Yeah. That.

I mean. What the heck did Haiti do? Is this some kind of gentrification plot I was unaware of or something? If so, jeeeeeeez. Right now, they estimate 50,000 dead right now...and up to 3 million before they get a handle on things again. My head doesn't get around numbers like those. They just don't.

(I just keep thinking of empty cruise liners and hospital ships lining up to take people away from this nightmare. As fast as they can dock and board. Pretty crack fantasies have their place.)

I've already sent some bucks to the Red Cross. I've seen some pictures - the only ones worse were taken in Hiroshima after the bomb dropped.