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satellite radio?
ego note
LA Observed posted some of my corrections about the late lamented L.A. Reader. Yay.
Holy CRAP. Chris? HOLY CRAP.
LA radio host arrested on suspicion of kidnapping
SANTA MONICA, Calif. (AP) — A radio host and Hollywood music consultant was released on $1 million bail after being arrested at a nightclub for investigation of drugging and attempting to kidnap a 14-year-old girl, police said Sunday.
Chris Douridas, a KCRW-FM disk jockey, was arrested Jan. 6 outside a Santa Monica nightclub after witnesses reportedly saw him put a substance in the unidentified girl’s drink and carry her out of the club, said Santa Monica police Sergeant Jay Trisler.
The girl became ill and was treated at a local hospital before being released, Trisler said. It was unclear why she was inside the club.
County prosecutors were still gathering evidence in the case and awaiting toxicology results before deciding whether to charge Douridas, Eva Jabber, a deputy district attorney, told the Los Angeles Times.
An e-mail sent to Douridas, 43, of Pacific Palisades was not immediately returned Sunday night, and phone numbers listed under his name were disconnected. A message left with KCRW also was not returned.
A second man, whose name was not released, was also arrested as a possible accomplice to Douridas, Trisler said.
Douridas hosts KCRW’s “New Ground,” a Saturday program featuring new music. He’s also a music supervisor and consultant for film and television. He helped compile the soundtracks for movies such as “Shrek 2,” “As Good As It Gets” and “Grosse Pointe Blank.”
Douridas was nominated for a Grammy for his work on the soundtrack to “American Beauty.”
He also was a one time host for the PBS series “Sessions at West 54th Street.”
Who’s awesome? mcpino is, that’s who.
Saturday evening I opened my door to see a large, bulbous package on the step. It was addressed to me, but I couldn’t think of anything I’d ordered that would look like a sack of potatoes. I dragged it inside and inspected it. Playa del Rey return address. Who the honk do I know there? Maybe it’s a UNABOMB!
I opened it up and out fell a stack of Spy magazines from 1988 to 1990, with a note from mcpino saying he was just dragging these around from place to place and he hoped I’d enjoy them. GOD DAMN YEAH I WILL.
Ann Hodgman eating dog food! Celebrity garbage! The New York Times fatality column inches calculator! MAKE YOUR OWN TWINKIE! THANK YOU!
GOOD MORNING, HERE IS YOUR TERRIFYING SPAM
One that got through the filter today started:
You have been selected to generate 1.5 – 3.5k daily!
Oh SHIT. How am I going to do THAT? What happens if I DON’T? AIIIIGH!
As they have dared, so shall I dare.
[…]
This is the plain truth, Mr. President, and it is terrifying. It will leave an indelible stain on your presidency. I realize that you have no power over this case, that you are limited by the Constitution and your entourage. You have, nonetheless, your duty as a man, which you will recognize and fulfill. As for myself, I have not despaired in the least, of the triumph of right. I repeat with the most vehement conviction: truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it. Today is only the beginning, for it is only today that the positions have become clear: on one side, those who are guilty, who do not want the light to shine forth, on the other, those who seek justice and who will give their lives to attain it. I said it before and I repeat it now: when truth is buried underground, it grows and it builds up so much force that the day it explodes it blasts everything with it. We shall see whether we have been setting ourselves up for the most resounding of disasters, yet to come.
[…]
bow before the HMP-288
changeng brought us the debut this weekend of this device. It’s a lot of things. A split keyboard. A dual-neck flying-V keytar. A “Sound Mixer”. A light show. $9.95 at “Big Lots!”. A really big mistake. An aleatory composition device that produces unpredictable sound patterns RIGHT OUT OF THE BOX! Ladies and gentlemen, the device Stuart affectionately calls “THE HUMP”: THE HMP-288!
overheard at Diedrich
D.Z. is standing outside looking uncomfortable in the cold in a windbreaker with the hood up. Enter MEDICATED BOB, who’s neither totally insane or totally okay today.
D.Z. looks even more uncomfortable as MEDICATED BOB approaches him.
MEDICATED BOB: Hi!
D.Z.: Hey.
MEDICATED BOB: I haven’t had a drink since Thanksgiving?
D.Z.: I haven’t had one for 22 years. It’s not something you brag about, it’s something you do.
MEDICATED BOB: [inaudible]
D.Z.: Don’t drink, take your meds, take it easy.
MEDICATED BOB exits into the coffeehouse.
D.Z.: Guys who do that shit, drinking when they’re taking, whatever, Klonopin for the psychosur.. psycho.. psychosomatic? No, all fucked-up. I tell them to stop the drinking first, then switch to Xanax or something, but no drinking, with that shit. Maybe with some Valium or whatever, not with that psycho stuff. Fucked-up.



