#154: Fix It, Now

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Best wishes to everyone who is dealing in one way or another with the devastating fires here in Southern California.  Shortly after recording this show, I heard that our friend Doug Price from < he Radio Adventures of Dr. Floyd lost his home in the fires.  Then, shortly after, I received a message he’d sent out telling everyone that he is fine and that he has a place to stay and clothes and insurance and everything he needs.  He requested that if anyone wanted to send money, that they should send it to the Red Cross.  I was overwhelmed by his calm reassurance.

Be safe, Geoghegan.
Anyway, back to the useless chatter…

So, I FINALLY get recognized here in LA!  Has my podcast finally brought me some sort of recognition in the outside world?  Well, yes and no…

Seth and Nathan Anderson rock. I did a little work on their new short film, Black. It’s great. Check it out when you can.

And, I got a ticket.  A “fix it” ticket.  Which means, I guess, that you’re actually supposed to fix your car.  Who knew.  Don’t bother consulting the owners manual of a Volkswagen Passat when you need to change a break light bulb.  You don’t even want to know what it says.

At the end of this episode, I give shout outs to: Tim Coyne of ollywood Podcast, Lance Anderson of Verge of the Fringe, Cush of Things I Say, Bill Palmer of iProng Magazine, Podrunner, Jason Tucker of Tucker Tales, Geoffrey Tozer the Sly Crooner, Charles Stepczyk of Insomnia Radio, Leah D’Emilio from Mahalo Daily

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10 thoughts on “#154: Fix It, Now

  1. Thanks for sharing that Guttenbitch video – hilarious!

    I hear what you are saying re: the brake light – last year I dropped a dud bulb inside the headlight because it was so fiddly to extract. Some cars (Lexus) you have to take out the half the engine and then the whole light just to change the bulb.

  2. Remember when I was without wheels in L.A. Those YEARS without wheels? That was because I didn’t save a receipt from a fix it ticket on the Camaro, incurred and taken care of in 1986. Flash forward to 1991. No longer have the Camaro, driving a trashy Toyota. Stopped for expired tags. They’ll let the tags pass, but Ponch and Jon tell me I have a warrant out on a ticket on the Camaro. Paid that, fixed it, sez I. Prove it, sez them. Um, that was years ago, fella. Didn’t keep the paperwork for more than a year or so. Too bad, sez Glendale’s finest.

    So off I go to stew in jail for the weekend. Lovely. First rate, if Tijuana is the yardstick. Monday morning at my “hearing”, I calmly (ahem!) explain to Judge Dredd the situation. Too bad, sez he…shoulda kept the paper. I scoff. Then, I argue. Then, incredibly, my license is suspended. For THREE YEARS. Because I was lippy, I guess.

    Amazingly, I wasn’t somebody’s bitch in the can. Only later did I realize I was the bitch of the city of Glendale.

    I miss L.A.

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