I think that the holidays feel like frozen noses. I love walking with the dog for long periods of time.

Hopefully it's snowing and you've got to wrap up warm. So I think a frozen nose is a sweaty armpit

because your wrapped up so warm but then you're climbing hamps and heath and you get to the top

and you're like, and then you can see the breath but then your nose is still freezing to touch.

Joy in every sip with red cups now back at Starbucks.

Hello pals. I've just returned from Los Angeles, the city of Angels. And in case you didn't know, that's what it meant.

Los Angeles. Sometimes I've thought that was a very sarcastic name for the city.

Sometimes I have thought that that was a very sinister name for the city but having just returned, I've got to say,

that's a pretty accurate name for the city. It's beautiful there. After you've been on the east coast

during a dreary Seattle style winner being in California is a little bit like being in paradise.

It's beautiful there. And you know, I was fully prepared for L.A. to be only a little better than when we departed

which was the first summer of the pandemic. That kind of feels crazy saying that that we've already had two fucking

pandemic summers as just wild to me. But when we left, Ash was raining from the sky.

There were, you know, the 10 cities were just stretching out everywhere. And on top of all of it, no one knew what was happening.

We're talking police tape around playgrounds. For a second living in L.A. felt like you were trapped in some kind of never-ending shitty red hot chili peppers song.

City of Angels. My how you are following. Police tape around your playground. Police tape around my brown mound.

Police tape in my brown mound. We used to game my butt hole as a very background.

You know what happens there is like think, oh, that would be fun to try to like imitate the red hot chili peppers. And then I realize I'm not the red hot chili peppers.

And then I realize that I want to sing the line used to be a buttole now a burial ground. And then I spend an hour making what you just heard.

That's the process of podcasting regardless. As far as I could tell, L.A. is on the mend. Is it perfect? No.

Are any of us perfect now? No. Is civilization perfect? No. Is there some possibility that we are all gradually being inhaled into some future transhumanist singularity and what we're experiencing or the seismic shock waves resulting from

tacky on particles being blasted backwards through time as Terrence McKinna said absolutely is asking yourself questions on a podcast annoying probably should you stop doing it after you have already gone through at least four questions.

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