*the Weather Channel would be proud, click here.

After the Academy Awards, I head on down to El Pollo Loco, pull into the drive-thru and state my selection.

Him: welcome to El Pollo Loco, can I take you order?

Me: yes, I’d like a three-piece combo, with white meat, please

Him: sorry, we’re out of chicken

Me: seriously?

Him: si’

So I backed out and went to 7-11.

Welcome to MY Governor’s Ball!

A night of BRILLIANTS and AMAZINGS.

Noticed lots of empty seats, ABC got too cute with their angles.

Ellen DeGeneres likes to dance a lot, so did Kilborn. Honestly, Craig’s moves are/were less annoying than her AMEX commercial, don’t ya think?

See, I include my readers input while knowingly supplying no outlet for them.

In another ad, did we really have to SEE the Mastercard “Priceless” voice-over guy? To me, he stood out from frame one.

These Oscars are crazy, is Tom Hanks gonna announce Best Actor from the catwalks?

Also, why are known people “acting” in a Sprite spot? You know, the one with Jim Gaffigan, Michael Ian Black, Aries Spears and others standing around a bucket of ice.

What’s their connection, did they all audition for the Late Late Show on CBS? That’s the only thing I picked up on, maybe a Mad TV secret society?

Who knows, who cares.

And what was THAT thing on Vin Diesel’s head?

Seen in Find Me Guilty, part of the clip honoring director Sidney Lument, wow – looks like his comedic follow-up to the Pacifier.

*Seth Green with Ty Pennington of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition

Hello me friend!

Sunshine here in LA, finally – and the Oscars deserve it.

Take down the tents!

Put money on it, I guarantee Chris Rock is floating around LA tonight, honing his set for the moment of a lifetime – bigger than Head of State, larger than a table read for CB4, it’s the Academy Awards and he’s calling the shots!

Will Rock bump into me tonight at the Hollywood Improv, around 10pm for Patton + Pals ?

Maybe, possibly.

Either way, I’m hosting – look for and expect Brian Posehn, Patton Oswalt, Hard ‘n Phirm?, Zack Galifianakis and Maria Bamford.

Then back to the Improv on Wednesday, the 2nd of March at 8pm – for me, Zach, Chelsea Handler, Melissa Paull and others.

Great stuff, swing by.

Who you ask?

How about me and Jerry, also known as Jerry Seinfeld.

That’s right, a two minute “general” on the set at Fox courtesy of famed scribe and TV host, Spike Fereston.

It was bound to happen, and it did.

Today: boxers Ronald “Winky” Wright, Felix “Tito” Trinidad and some guy named Don King.

I only name drop because America and Hollywood is infatuated with celebrities – trust me, I see it everyday.

*you want that money shot? – here it is.

Ten minutes ago I gave myself a venetian blind cut, not by choice.

No blood, but the growl did more damage than the bite.

I’m different, I tailgate cops! – bike cops on MY skateboard.

The rain is a bummer, took my Toyota to the car wash, just to cheer it up (it being the car wash).

For real, I think it rained less in Seattle – three years up there, I have dates – does Weather.com have an almanac? – I’m seriously not curious.

The Daytona 500 was cool, gotta admit. May head out to Fontana for this week’s Nascar event, I’m feeling the vibe.

Tonight I’m doing a show in Santa Monica at Shane with some funny guys, names you should know but I’m too lazy to write them down. Starts at 8pm, 2424 Main Street.

Listened to Buck 65, he’s a big baseball guy, former player – that’s why he gets this link.

She’s Marisa Miller from the 2005 Sports Illustrated Swimsuit. She was funny and nice, camera was in the wrong mode, this was the BEST of three, sorry guys.

Shoulda got a body shot, damn.

Hey crew, Miceli’s tonight if you don’t already know.

Reading the Calendar section today, the ArcLight in Hollywood offers 21 and Up only showings on some of their movies.

For example, Sideways.

I don’t think eighteen and twenty year olds are clamoring to make a ruckus and raise the roof while seeing Paul Giamatti at 2:10 in the afternoon.

Oh, and don’t miss the cool roll-over on my photo page, it’s an oldy but goody.

So last night I’m at Staples Center, watching the Lakers vs. Utah, honoring the late, great Rudy LaRusso.

Rudy was friend and family, literally – also a respected former NBA player who passed away from Parkinson’s Disease six months ago.

A 6-7 power forward, Uncle Rudy led Dartmouth to Ivy League glory, started with the Minneapolis Lakers in 1959, moved west to LA for seven solid seasons (Jerry West and Co. – Hollywood too!), saving his best numbers for last, ending strong with a two-year stint in San Francisco for the Warriors.

Rudy was tight with Hot Rod Hundley and Elgin Baylor, just to name a few.

In 1969, Rudy prematurely retired from professional basketball so he could earn more money on Wall St.

Oh, and FIVE times he was an NBA All-Star – speaking of five, check out this photo.

Jerry Buss and the Lakers were kind enough to set up a pre-game mixer honoring Rudy, wife Roslyn and son Corey in a private executive suite.

Some attendees…

Andy Garcia, me, Kurt Rambis and “Bookman” from Good Times.

Spoke to Rambis, told him I was on hand as a youth, in the stands watching when Kevin Mchale of the Boston Celtics so viciously clothes-lined him.

Remember that one? I certainly do. There with my dad, mid-80’s NBA Finals, the Fabulous Forum in Inglewood – may have already changed over to the Great Western Forum?

That play shaped a culture (at least here in So. Cal and New England) – over the years, ingrained through media and folklore – part of the fabric woven within me and millions of others.

Where’s Chick Hearn or Dancing Barry when you need them?

Next morning I’m in the mood for breakfast, so I head on over to V.I.P. in Tarzana aka John Wooden’s favorite coffeehouse. I pick up the LA Times, turn to the sports section, and who do I see on page two?

John Wooden.

So I’m eating at John Wooden’s favorite coffeehouse (it’s on their business cards) reading the LA Times and seeing a picture of John Wooden (Coach Wooden wasn’t there, he’s a 5am guy).

According to the article, they were naming a school after him, and that school was in Reseda – where I just so happened to spend grades 7 – 12.

Not my exact same school, but down the block, close enough to share a zip code.

So far, some of you would say this story is a stretch. And I did too – grasping the newspaper, thinking of high school life and the Wizard of Westwood.

But suddenly, I peered into a far corner booth, drawn to a force, something or someone letting me know that I’m on the right path.

Just what or who do I see?

You got it, CHRIS TUCKER – star of Rush Hour, Friday and Money Talks.

And it doesn’t end there…

So I head to Fox for Best Damn Sports, great audience, Marines and golfers. Some pros in town for the PGA Nissan Open at Riviera Country Club. So I talk to them, one guy is named Jimmy Walker, he’s legit, on the tour.

Remember last night, backstage at Staples, who did I see? “Bookman” from Good Times. Then today, Jimmy Walker the golfer not Jimmie “Dynamite” Walker from, you guessed it, Good Times.

Do you see the connections, are you a believer?

BTW, left out several smaller facts that would certainly help in solidifying my interest and YOURS in the occult.

In this entry, I went from honoring a great man to witchcraft.

*intense and insane, like Baghdad from 91

What do people want? – You got it, Reflective Pyro.

Told you it was crazy, emotional – this next photo takes you into the trenches, be a man – YEAH!