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It's time for the Thursday Photo Funnies, brought to prematurely because, well, I'm retired and have no sense whatsoever about this new time continuum.

Unlike the past, this week's edition also contains photos that were found on my desktop computer. In other words not necessarily from my daily walks around Culver City and soon East Pasadena (more on that at a later date.)

Without further to do, let's get to it. There are lots of pics and I have a dentist's appointment today with Dr.  Sadismstein

This was snapped at the Montrose Shopping Mart. 

A quaint little area near Glendale

that features a self-admitted Dive Bar.

On particularly clear days I will walk to the local Trader Joes and

ascend to the roof for incomparable views of the local mountains.

The elevator has a glass wall and I love watching

my dog try to make sense of the movement. 

It should be noted that I lack some tech savvy with my iPhone,

which will often take pictures on its own.

Most of them suck, this one I liked.

Ms. Muse and I worked together 38 years ago (another lifetime) 

at Bozell Advertising. 

This was curmudgeonly Creative Director/Mensch/Ad Legend

who hired me -- Hy Yablonka. 

From a stunning wedding at a Catholic School right at the foothills.

Two things I want to live long enough for: the demise of the Orange One 

and walking down the aisle with one of my beautiful daughters. 🤞

Speaking of the Foothills, I spotted this at a local off ramp.

Zoom in for the full unwelcome effect.

The Culver City Transportation Department could use an editor.

The word Parking and the diagram would have sufficed.

This Fat Fuck picked up where Warren Jeffs, the FLDS Pedophile, not to

confused with our POTUS Pedophile, left off. God, I hate cultists.

Watch Trust Me, The False Prophet. #Netflix

This picture was taken at 10 PM, well past sunset.

I accidentally left the aperture open too long.

I mentioned I was not iPhone savvy, right?

My photojournalistic tour of locales used in the show Shrinking, continues.

This is a screen grab of Gabby coming out of T. Boyles, 

a hole in the wall sports bar that appeals to my dormant Eastern sensibilities.

I don't remember why this is in my photo collection. Suffice it say,

it bears a remarkable resemblance to my very first motorcycle that I drove in 1982.

You can read more about it at: https://roundseventeen.blogspot.com/2010/03/rain-on-me.html