After just two days in LA and already I'm on TV; talk about perpetuating the stereotype of this city. After I was done with the newscrew I headed into Hollywood, up to the sign for some pictures and then back down to the boulevard. I was going to stick around for some American Idol filming but then I slapped myself across the face and decided better of it. I wandered past the Chinese Theatre and took some photos of a storm trooper and Eddie Murphy's hand prints in the pavement from 1987. I also found a star on the Walk of Fame for one Jimmie Dodd. Not a nickname I wanted to maintain but it was a photo waiting to be taken. I then did a bit of a trek to the bus and made my way to Santa Monica and checked out the beach/pier. It's a nice places but today was particularly windy and that dampened things a bit. I walked from Santa Monica pier south to Venice beach, thats my exercise for the month! How am I going to supersize myself if i walk off all my In and Out Double Doubles?? Venice was pretty cool, people working out, playing basketball, playing tennis, rollerblading, walking their dogs (90% of which were chiwawas) and such. I had heard that it was full of freaks and was pretty disappointed when it was all pretty normal. The freakiest thing I saw was a guy with no arms and no legs hooning down the sidewalk headfirst on a skateboard. I was trying to figure out how he the speed up. Then I began my marathon effort to get back home. Lots of walking and a couple of (nearly fell asleep on) buses later and here I am. I think it's naptime. Actually, burritos first. Later.