“Welcome. I am Dr. Marvin Candle, and this is the orientation film for station 3 of the DHARMA Initiative.”
Holy incredible LOST sighting, people! I was building my own sandwich at the Ralph’s in Silverlake today when who rolled up next to me but Francois Chau, aka Dr. Pierre Chang, aka Dr. Marvin Candle, aka Dr. Mark Wickmund, aka Dr. Edgar Halliwax. I wanted to say, “You’re Dr. Pierre Chang!” to him, but I thought that might be a bit insensitive, so I whipped out my phone and tried to look him up on Wikipedia. By the time I found out his real name, he was gone. A few minutes later I saw him checking out (he purchased a whole rotisserie chicken!), and I again decided not to disturb the man by saying hello. The good news is he appeared to have full use of his left arm (thank God “The Incident” didn’t deform him forever, or maybe that meeting twixt he and I occurred in some kind of alternate sideways reality). My guess is the rotisserie chicken was procured for some crazy time travel experiment. Who knows. It’s not as cool as the time Shane saw Walt eating a Cuban sandwich (a special sandwich for a special boy) in Burbank, but it’s my best LOST encounter yet.
I don’t know if Francois is single or not, but according to my girlfriend, Kiele Sanchez (aka Nikki Fernandez) is a frequent customer at her place of business. If I stalk the Silverlake Ralphs long enough and she spends enough time booking appointments for her job, we could match up Francois and Kiele. Now, Kiele might be a little out of his league, but whatever, his positive approval rating among LOST fans could help the show’s followers finally accept her. Or not. Either way, “RAZZLE DAZZLE!”
In other news, I received another DMCA notice today (well, I didn’t, my old Blogspot account did). Nearly two years ago I wrote an entry called “Futurama, Misogyny, Weapons, Bacon” and one of the songs I posted for download (which was removed from my server a day or two after it was posted) must have rubbed somebody the wrong way. It was either Touch & Go/Quarterstick (Rachel’s, Man Or Astro-Man), Plan 9 (Danzig), or the micro-indie label Leaf (310). Considering I’ve gotten a bunch of shit from Touch & Go in the past, I’m going to go out on a limb and say it was them trying to give me a hard time again. Hey, it’s not my fault your label isn’t relevant anymore. I’m just one guy.
Oh well, see you tomorrow. I’ve got nothing else to write about today and Nicci is bossing me around from the kitchen because she wants help making dinner.
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