Because my mom loves to make me nervous:
Unseen danger in bagged salads
It was Roi Dahl’s leftover lettuce that cracked the case. At the lab, scientists showed us how they were able to extract and isolate E.coli 0157 in the lettuce, then, using DNA markers, they compared it to the strain of E.coli that sickened Dahl, Amber Brister and the others. It was a perfect match.
Like a lot of Americans, we have multiple bags of pre-made salads in our refrigerator at home.
I was at the gang sweep staging area at Victor Valley College for hours on Friday while I waited to get photos of guys being brought into custody, with nothing to do but take a lot of photos.
Here are some highlights, including photos not published in this week’s Star:
My Dad is 62 today and celebrating by sailing all over the Caribbean.
I can’t wait to be 62.
And, you know, know how to sail.
Happy birthday-whenever-you-get-near-a-computer, Dad!
I’ve been getting a ton of spam directed to “jeffrey phillips,” which I assume is a marker to designate who originally sent it or who responded to it or something.
But a glance at Google doesn’t suggest it’s showing up in mass quantities elsewhere. Are other people getting stuff for him as well, or is it just some wonderful algorithm spitting it out for me, based on my domain name or something?
I don’t know, how do you not love a movie that includes lines like this one, about women in Los Angeles:
I swear to God, it’s like somebody took America by the East Coast, and shook it, and all the normal girls managed to hang on.
And that’s what Kiss Kiss Bang Bang is like: Relentlessly clever dialogue, witty screenplay, extremely self-aware without crossing the line into being eye-glazing about it.
Essentially an update of a second-tier LA-based noir film, the film moves so quickly and is so funny that many audiences may not catch that they’re watching a film that could have once starred Alan Ladd or Humphrey Bogart. There’s the beaten-to-a-pulp detective in over his head, the rich movers and shakers who can crush him at will, the dream girl who’s alternately sexually available and loathes him, dead bodies that get moved around, seemingly on their own and lots more standard bits.
Toss in Robert Downey, Jr. doing his best work in years, Val Kilmer, funny again for the first time in decades and the new-to-me-but-ought-to-be-a-star Michelle Monaghan, and you’ve got a solid, solid cast capable of making the clever script pop. Heck, there’s even some footage from a truly awful 1980s Corbin Bernsen action movie, which isn’t something you see every day.
It’s hard to figure how this got overlooked in theaters, but no fans of buddy movies (the film is written and directed by the creator of the first — and vastly superior to the sequels — Lethal Weapon movie), Downey or Kilmer should miss this.
Sensationally great fun.
