Karen Kilgariff is punk as fuck. In an industry of rock stars and actors constantly and consistently hiding any flaws to create a pretense of professionalism and perfection, Kilgariff takes the stage naked, highlighting her imperfections. She is a symbol of what is right about art and music and entertainment.
Most SoCal residents are sedate, middle-class people with just a hint of craziness to them -- that quiet spark that drove them long ago to pack up and leave the East Coast/Midwest/Deep South to pursue their pot of gold right here in the Golden State. And this brings us to It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World.
Life in the Boomer Lane doesn't know about you, but she is pretty darn excited about the impending Academy Awards Spectacle on Sunday. It marks the 39th anniversary of the year that LBL spent watching the 47th Annual Academy Awards, pacing up and down in her living room, in front of the TV, being in labor
We've all had impossible loves. As RoboCop romped across the Valentine's weekend silver screen, I was reminded of an earlier android amour of my own. For years, I have kept his identity, like my unquenchable ardor for him, locked in my heart. He was my secret obsession, my guilty pleasure, but it's time I confessed.