You've heard me gush about Mad Men because its slick and sexy and all around excellent. There are two things I'd like to say after just watching two episodes. Two things that kinda tweak me.

Food. There is so much good food in Mad Men it's despicable. And the kicker is that most of it is either prepared in awesome restaurants or waiting in the steamer prepared by a gorgeous housewife. As a young bachelor the thought of having a home cooked meal ready to eat, expertly crafted by my loving wife, with my choice of dessert is simply divine. These thoughts catch my troubled head with each twist of the can opener.

Smoking. Everyone smokes in Mad Men, the men and the women. Smoking is portrayed in such a positive light I'm shocked that some loonies haven't protested the show. The smoking defines the sexes to. The men smoke with masculine gestures and facial expressions. The women smoke with sensual authority; feline vapor punctuating their eyes and fingertips. I for one am not attracted to women that smoke, it's not my thing. But I will make an exception for the exceptional January Jones who plays Betty Draper. She can cook me a roast any day.

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I ran the maths last night and got a final figure for when my money will run out all things being equal. I have a little over 1 month to lock something up or I'll have to retreat to NC for winter. I did make a lot of calls and faxes today. I even called the production office for the American version of Top Gear. Please God let me get a job on Top Gear.

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Music of the week is The Band. Show of the week is Mad Men. Woman of the week is Juno Palin. I can't imagine the charlie brown Young Father dropped in his pants when his knocked up GFs mom got picked for VP. I saw a pic of him meeting John McCain and it looked like all of the blood in his body was in his feet. What a sap.

I figured out what that one thing is. The one thing you can't prepare yourself for when you move across country. Going a long period of time without seeing anyone you really know. Sure you see people become familiar over time, but not really knowing anyone is the issue. Its a surreal feeling.

I'm also starting to show my true colors. Where in the south its revered to stand out for America with the "hell yeah I own a gun" and "Capital punishment is awesome" and "I think the constitution is cool" kind of statements being apart of every southern man, woman and child's daily vocabulary. In LA it's a little different. Case in point; there is a growing tide of publics bans on smoking. Now personally i just started smoking a pipe, but even before I did I thought that public smoking bans were and are stupid. It's just another way for the Feds to encroach on simple freedoms that snowball into greater loss of freedoms. If you own a restaurant and don't want people to smoke in it... fine. But for people to be banned from smoking outdoors is straight up Orwellian.

But thats not my point here. What I'm flabbergasted about is that people I hear talk about these things just seem to let it slide with a shrug of the shoulders. Keep in mind the people I'm hanging out with these days like to smoke many things. So you would think they'd kinda get riled up about this. You would be wrong my friend, very wrong. So wrong you might be dead. And when your dead you can't be right about anything.

To end on a happy note. One of my roommates goes to school with James Franco. If you don't know who James Franco is go to www.funnyordie.com and search for him there.

That is all.

P.S.
Yesterdays music of the day was hands down Cannibal Ox.