When the Sun Comes up

The first place along the esteemed Santa Monica Blvd that I visited was Pier 1 imports.  I have been familiar with this classic college/hip/young-adult furniture/accessory store for quite some time.  There used to be one located in Casady Square that was pretty nice, which was extremely close to my house and right next to my high school.  The Pier 1 in LA was definitely twice as large as any Pier 1 I had ever been to.  However, there was quite a poor selection in regards to dining room sets.  Here we have a square wood one that is oak.  Here we have a circle wood one that is teak.  Here is a bamboo themed set.  Blah.  I have so much wood in my apartment, I’m surprised I don’t have a beaver infestation.

It was in fact my younger brother that suggested I get away from wood.  In hindsight, it makes perfect sense.  I have wooden floors, wooden coffee table, wooden desk, wooden headboard; wooden this and a wooden that, wooden be-bop-a-doo there’s some wooden scat.  So if I’m not buying a wooden dining set, what will it be made of?  Steel?  Glass?  Plastic even?  What if it was made out of hate?  I didn’t know, but I did now that it wasn’t going to be from Pier 1.  The import so much, but they sure don’t export my table. 

I then take my trek north-east, to hollywood and sunset, and then further north to Burbank.  While on my way, I went by a pretty nice billboard of the local news team:

Get a load of the guy on the far right.  Let me introduce you to Johnny Mountain.  Finally, a reason to watch the news.  This guy couldn’t buy a better name.  I wonder how I can find out if he changed it, and if so, what his original name was.  I bet it was something absolutely and horribly lame, like Johnny Mnemonic.  Speaking of names, I have been seeing quite an interesting use of the name Will around here.  There is Beverwil, Willamen, Willford, and Wilton, just to name a few.  Maybe it would be worth adopting the name Beverwil, such that when combined with my monicker I become Beverwillly Brand.  Add an ‘a’ in there, and it’s Beaverwillly.  And thats it folks, I’m full circle, back to the beaver infestation comment from earlier.  I’m like an episode of Seinfeld.  Tomorrow, Burbank!