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We don't like to admit it, but sometimes people leave this wonderful city we have here. Their reasons are always varied: maybe they're moving to D.C. to teach Spanish at a boys boarding school. Maybe their significant other got sick of the West Coast and decided that they were going to live out their natural lives in suburban Connecticut. Or maybe they accidentally stepped on Snoop Dogg's sneakers in a movie line and were given 24 hours to leave town forever. Luckily for us, even though Underground Rebel Bingo Club is saying "Bye Bye to L.A.", they're not being hounded by a fiancee or hunted by an army of Crips- they're just headed to the U.K. for the summer, and they've promised they'll be back. More»

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LA: we're back in business. After suffering through the merciless Southern California winter, where temperatures were known to dip into the godless 40's, it was understandable that a lot of us were starting to feel like common, perpetually miserable east coasters. And eff that, right? But here, finally, some good news. It's going to be 78 bright, beautiful degrees today, and when the Dodgers take the field tomorrow at 5pm for Opening Day, it's going to be in the 80's. But before you sweep the papers off your desk, punch your boss in the face, and run outside, we have a word of caution- you're not ready. More»

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Animal is quickly becoming the new preferred Tuesday night hipster joint. Resident DJ Chris Masterson says,

“Animal Night at SHG’s MyStudio is a solution to all of the cheesy bottle nights that migrated from Vegas to LA and are now the norm on the LA nightlife landscape. More»

There is literally nothing fun about the Tuesday at the end of a long weekend. If you're like me, and your long weekend involved air travel, rental cars, extended family, and the dreaded "Wintery Mix" (which is thusly named because the weatherman isn't allowed to say 'it's really shitty outside'), then you may not be re-entering the workforce at your most chipper or productive. Of course, there's nothing I would rather have done than spend time with my family, but there's something to be said for the home vacation (NB: if you use the term "staycation," you have no friends). Let's examine the benefits of staying put with some photos from a party I definitely would have been at, Sunday's Stay Gold at Dragonfly. More»

Remember Rolling Stone magazine? "No" is an acceptable answer. After all, it's been a long, long time since the days of Hunter S. Thompson and Greil Marcus. And while they can still commission the occasional Matt Taibbi drive-by shooting, it now fits so incongruously between fluff profiles of "American Idol" contestants and five-star reviews of Kanye West albums that their best work comes off like a professor wandering through a frat party, trying to wade through a sea of puking co-eds and beer-bong toting freshmen. But hey, you might say, they're a magazine about modern pop culture, and even if the quality has slipped, they're still accomplishing their stated mission. To which I would then reply: did you know they're opening a chain restaurant? More»

via la.guestofaguest.com: A sexual deviant's dungeon or just another Hollywood club with a bondage-theme featuring masked, mostly naked girls dancing suggestively in compromising situations? Despite the club not being the type of place where you need a safety word and a paddle, it does seem to attract clientele with an appetite for giving and receiving abuse. Especially when it comes to celebrities. Whose been naughty? MORE>>>

Spending $200 million to make a bad movie, especially if it's a painfully unfunny quasi-religious animal comedy starring Steve Carell could naturally make you feel less than substantive. It might just convince you to change your entire life, like it did for Nutty Professor II and Evan Almighty filmmaker Tom Shadyac. He's given up his fortune, but is his penance enough to forgive him for his hideous post-Liar Liar career? More»

L.A. is the center of the entertainment universe, where the aspiring celebrity has a hundred different options of where to be seen on any given night. But sometimes, you just have to escape the oppressive glare of the spotlight. That's why I spent Monday night at the Clippers (NOT Lakers) game. Sure, I could have been raiding the Mondrian minibar with David Arquette or going back to Bardot to creep on high schoolers. Instead, I tossed glamor to the wayside to see just what kind of humans attend a Monday night powerhouse matchup of last-place teams. More»