Yo Grammy

Time for another entry. The weather has been really nice for the past couple of days, in the low 80s with clear blue skies. It's a nice change of pace after the few weeks of rain, wind and chilly weather we've had. (Here's a picture of Beuford cooling off in the fountain on the patio. You can tell by his expression that he's having a good time.) But this heat wave won't last long. By the end of the week it's supposed to plunge back into the low 70s. It was nice to be able to get out the Hawaiian print shirt and wear it to work yesterday, though. And being able to go to work without a coat is also pleasant. In a month or so, it will really start heating up, and I'll be complaining about that all summer and probably into October, what with global warming.

Some stuff has happened this week: First of all, the Writers Guild of America has settled its strike. We won't be seeing those pretty red-and-black signs being carried in front of the studio gates in town anymore. The settlement pretty much kicked the Grammys off the front page of The Hollywood Reporter (well, almost but not quite). It's kind of odd that the Grammy Awards was the only show that WGA gave a waiver, and then the writers settled on the weekend of the awards, pretty much upstaging them in the media. Good God, I do love Hollywood.

I didn't watch the Grammys. I think they are the most nonevent of all the awards, probably because I only recognize two or three people who were at the awards (Ringo Starr, Tina Turner and Herbie Hancock, shown here with his two Grammys). We still give them all the import of a show biz awards show, though; pretty much everyone comes in on Sunday to put the paper out and we get a free dinner (this time around it was California Pizza Kitchen. I got the BTL pizza, which is one of my favorites). I came in early (11 a.m.) so I left early (7:45 p.m.). Some folks stayed until midnight. Now all we have to get through are the Oscars on Sunday the 24th and the awards season will be over with. And I've got a week off once the Oscars are over. Thank God.

Everything at home is going fine. Steve is fine, though he had a low-grade cold this last week. It was nothing to knock him off his feet, but it was coughs and sniffles. He seems to be getting over it. I seem to be sidestepping all the bugs that are circulating at work. The art department was pretty much decimated last week, but folks are recovering. I guess that's as bad as winter gets here in Sunny Southern California.