If you were on the Westside of L.A. on Saturday night, perhaps you saw a Beverly Hills S.W.A.T. van speeding past you. Did O.J. break out of prison? Another gunfight at the Beverly Center? Both good guesses, but no. The full might of the noble BHPD was, in fact, being brought to bear against an estimated 500 young ruffians who had descended on a Holmby Hills home for a massive Project X-inspired high school house party that would incite an unabashed local media frenzy even though it didn't exactly pan out as planned. And by that, we mean it lasted all of 15 minutes thanks to social media and general teenage idiocy. Let's investigate! More»

On a list of the largest threats to the city of L.A. (a list that also includes earthquakes, SBE, and Shia LaBeouf), our city's most constant source of danger would have to be aliens, right? I can't even flip channels without falling on some loud, crappy Aaron Eckhart movie or whatever about martians nuking Santa Monica, so surely this is something we as a general population should take seriously, right? That seems to be what people thought as an honest-to-God spaceship was widely spotted streaking across the Southern California sky last night. Y'know, unless it wasn't a spaceship. More»

When I was in junior high school, my mom backed into a bus. We had just picked up some pizzas, and she was backing out of the parking spot, and we went right into a gigantic city bus that was waiting at a light behind us. While she exchanged insurance info with the bus driver, I had to sit there while every passenger on the bus just stared at me like they wanted to kill me. Needless to say, I was embarrassed, but then a story like this comes along, and I think to myself: at least my mom didn't crash a Bentley into a Ferrari, a Mercedes, a Porsche, and an Aston. In broad daylight. In Monte Carlo. More»

I have this love/hate relationship with Hollywood. Mostly hate. It's complicated. Like, we're cool now, but for instance NBA All-Star Week, I just could not... But the fun thing about Hollywood is anytime you think you've seen it all and are feeling uninspired or maybe are in a bit of an emotional state, just take a stroll down Hollywood Blvd.  I was a broken woman the other night when I walked out of an hour-long but necessary trip to Bed Bath & Beyond, which BTW ranks higher than the Inglewood DMV on my Least Favorite Places on Earth list, until I stumbled upon this little gem. This DIY Walk of Fame job is funny in its own right. It doesn't matter who the fuck Robert Glover is. Some asshole just sauntered over and wrote in a name, and we're laughing with that asshole. We're also laughing at him for being such a dumb "MotheFu(c)ker". More»

In other somewhat related yet totally irrelevant news, in their up-to-the-minute coverage of Japan's earthquake and tsunami, L.A. NOW also posted this phenomenally absurd story about a dude they found meditating on the beach next to the waves in Santa Monica this morning while the entire west coast was on tsunami alert. But he's not crazy, he's just zenned himself into oblivion somewhere on Neptune. More»