Midnight showing of Robocop.

We didn't even know Robocop was going to be there until we walked up to the theater and saw him standing out front.

No one else was taking pictures of him so I didn't want to be a boner.

Robocop goes to UCLA now and kept talking about how he doesn't normally stay up this late.

It was pretty adorable.

I have been wanting to eat at a Bob's Big Boy since I was little.

Until recently, I thought they had all closed.

I'm not sure why I was so excited. I felt like I was eating at Denny's.

The fat kid statue is still fun and all.

Somehow I agreed to see Conan the Barbarian on the big screen with D and my brother.

I enjoy the film as much as the next guy but it was cramped and the smell of nerd sweat was wafting through the air.

Conan was the third of five movies being shown that night, so many people had been sitting in the theater for hours by the time I got there.

I peaced out the second the credits rolled.

It's been surprisingly difficult to find a good Mexican place LA.

El Coyote is famously mediocre and famously the restaurant where Sharron Tate had her last burrito (or whatever she ate) the night of her death.

Tragic.

My favorite neighborhood to hang out in is actually on the opposite end of the city from where I live.

This can be annoying when I want to go out.

For some reason the best bars and restaurants are all on the East side.

The area is older, more artsy, less pretentious.

It reminds me of San Francisco, which is probably why I like it so much.

Since moving to LA, the person D and I spend the most time with is probably John.

There are plenty of interesting things to photograph in his room but his set of Perfect Pushups seemed like the most out of place.

I guess they were a Christmas gift.

Kyle's band's CD release party/performance in Anaheim.

It was nice to see so many faces that I recognized from San Francisco.

Everyone in my neighborhood owns a dog.

Whenever I see them, I have this weird habit of coming up with names for them...like, if the dog was mine, I would name it Scooter, or whatever.

This guy would be called Chewbacca for sure. Or maybe Sir Fluffs-Alot.

I was lured to a bar downtown by the promise of 35 cent cocktails and a free grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup.

When I arrived, I noticed that the entrance to the bar was down this sketchy abandoned alley.

I felt weird at first but there's pretty much nothing I won't do for free food and cheap drinks.

After walking down some stairs, the bar opens up into this labyrinth of rooms. The building used to house a power plant so it's still got a lot of the old equipment laying around, which is kind of amazing.

The place is 1920's themed and had depression era prices on Friday nights, hence the 35 cent drinks.

Well worth the sketchiness, I think.