#mclaren massacre

[hamavocadosebwich]

it'll be really funny if it's an oscar situation

[delulujuls]

silent carnival | ln4, op81

i will just leave this here without any particular comment. im glad that the las vegas is over and im even more glad that lando is okay. anyway, please enjoy it as always!

summary: lando crashed and went to the hospital, y/n and oscar coming to the rescue

warnings: nothing i think

pairing: lando norris x fem!mclarendriver x oscar piastri

The prevailing silence in the car was almost deafening, even the radio didn't dare to hum songs. The only audible sound was the quiet engine working at full throttle, ready to reach the destination as quickly as possible.

Y/N and Oscar sat next to each other in the back seat, gazing at the night landscapes illuminated by fiercely glowing neon lights. Neither of them was in the mood for conversation. The atmosphere was truly worse than gloomy.

Las Vegas was way much more than intense. The city pulsated with nightlife, decidedly more than any other place where Formula 1 had the pleasure to visit. That's why the silence that surrounded the McLaren drivers was quite shocking. However, this silence was entirely justified. It emerged when the orange car with number four on it submerged in sparks and concluded its disastrous ride in the barriers. Right then, all of Las Vegas froze; right then, the entire McLaren garage held its breath.

When the taxi parked at the hospital driveway, the pair quickly stepped outside and headed towards the entrance. After talking to the woman in the reception point and facing temporary difficulties finding the right room, they humbly sat on chairs in front of it. They had to wait until the tests were completed and the doctors left the room, allowing them to come in.

Seeing Y/N nervous, Oscar wordlessly embraced her, providing comfort. She closed her eyes and leaned on his shoulder, knowing well that she wouldn't calm down until she saw Lando with her own eyes.

After some time, when two doctors and a nurse left, the couple entered the room. Lando was genuinely surprised to see his friends, but he smiled seeing them.

The girl quickly approached the bed, ready to hug him, but she hesitated and lowered her outstretched arms, not wanting to cause him unnecessary pain. However, Lando pulled himself up a bit, reaching out to her and allowing the embrace. Oscar exchanged a reassuring look with his friend, smiling at him encouragingly. He sat on the bed and also hugged Lando, soothingly patting his back.

"You gave us quite a scare," Y/N murmured, still holding him tightly.

"It looked worse than the actual outcome it brought," he replied.

After some time, she pulled away and sat beside him, scrutinizing him carefully. Fortunately, there were no signs of serious injuries, just a few bruises and bumps.

"Thank goodness you're okay," Oscar said, glancing at him. However, Lando didn't seem overly comforted.

"Maybe I'm fine, but I completely fucked the car. I'd rather something happened to me than—" "Don't even say that," Y/N quickly interrupted him, scolding him with her gaze.

"Our cars have been total crap for a few races now, so I think you did a favor to the factory people," Oscar remarked with a reassuring smile, lifting Lando's spirits a bit, although he still shook his head.

"Total massacre. At least you fought for our honor," Norris said, looking at the aussie.

"Fought is an understatement. Oscar was ready to throw hands," the girl laughed at his comment.

"Maybe it's for the best, considering how much of a disaster the track was. And you just crashed and hopped into the warm and comfy ambulance without giving a fuck—lots of space, delicious, perfectly chilled water, phew," Piastri joked, maintaining a serious demeanor.

Lando chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I'm glad this race is behind us," Norris admitted with a sigh, wincing as he adjusted himself on the bed. "It's just a shame about the outcome."

"It doesn't matter," Y/N said, resting her head on his shoulder. "The most important thing is that you're okay."

"Since I'm fine, you shouldn't waste time here," Lando said, looking at his friends. "This is our last night in Vegas; I'd go for a wild party if I were you."

"Oh c'mon, fuck Vegas," Oscar cut in, shaking his head.

"I can't wait to leave this place," Y/N admitted, taking out her phone "I'll order us some champagne, what do you think? We need to toast to this cursed city."

"I'm a hundred percent in," Oscar nodded.

"I hope no one will be mad at us for a little party here," Y/N said, dialing a number.

"It's an open party, the McLaren house is open to everyone," Oscar added.

And as they said, so they did. Shortly after, three bottles of champagne appeared in the hospital room and each of the trio could swear that the shared evening was better than any party.

At some point, Lando stopped thinking about the past race and the unfortunate crash. His thoughts departed from that incident; he didn't even feel the pain of his bruised body as he held a perfectly chilled bottle of champagne in his hand. He couldn't also contain his smile as his friends danced in the middle of the hospital room, singing a song in his honor. At that moment, Lando was genuinely happy and understood that to feel this way, all he needed was the company of these two, who would do anything for him.

[fuckyourchampionship]

don't you have the impression that something is going on in mclaren, oscar doesn't get an upgrade, his strategies are shitty, he's strangely sadder, tom isn't nice on the radio anymore.. but it would be funny if mark actually talked to marko and he blabbed too much and mclaren found out that way, that's why they're not so nice anymore (his strategies were always shitty but today it was a massacre, but bravo to oscar for driving 40 laps on medium). Ok, I'm done talking, soon I'll be wearing an aluminum cap, but do you also see a strange atmosphere in mclaren? there must be something going on there

[imageingrunge]

URL SONG GAME

i was tagged by @fangs-trait <3 thx ily i tag @literalite @orphyd @acuar-io and @stinkrascal (u can ignore if u dgaf ❤️)

I: It Girl- The Brian Jonestown Massacre M: Me & Mr Jones - Amy Winehouse A: About Her- Malcolm Mclaren G: Gas Dance- The Last Shadow Puppets E: Elle ne t'aime pas- La Femme I: In The Morning- Razorlight N: Nineteen Hundred And Eighty Five- Paul Mcartney G: Girls in Pearls- S. Maharba R- Rendez-Vous- Lemongrass U: Used to be My Girl- The Last Shadow Puppets N: Nu Suave- The Buttertones G: Girl U Want - Devo E: Edge of Seventeen- Stevie Nicks

and i was able to get them all from my likes playlist

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 10.21 (after 1950)

1950 – Korean War: Heavy fighting begins between British and Australian forces and North Koreans during the Battle of Yongju. 1956 – The Mau Mau Uprising in Kenya is defeated. 1959 – In New York City, the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum opens to the public. 1959 – President Dwight D. Eisenhower approves the transfer of all US Army space-related activities to NASA, including most of the Army Ballistic Missile Agency. 1965 – Comet Ikeya–Seki approaches perihelion, passing 450,000 kilometers (279,617 miles) from the sun. 1966 – A colliery spoil tip slips onto houses and a school in the village of Aberfan in Wales, killing 144 people, 116 of whom were schoolchildren. 1967 – The National Mobilization Committee to End the War in Vietnam organizes a march of fifty thousand people from the Lincoln Memorial to the Pentagon. 1969 – The 1969 Somali coup d'état establishes a Marxist–Leninist administration. 1971 – A gas explosion kills 22 people at a shopping centre near Glasgow, Scotland. 1973 – Fred Dryer of the Los Angeles Rams becomes the first player in NFL history to score two safeties in the same game. 1978 – Australian civilian pilot Frederick Valentich vanishes over the Bass Strait south of Melbourne, after reporting contact with an unidentified aircraft. 1979 – Moshe Dayan resigns from the Israeli government because of strong disagreements with Prime Minister Menachem Begin over policy towards the Arabs. 1981 – Andreas Papandreou becomes Prime Minister of Greece, ending an almost 50-year-long system of power dominated by conservative forces. 1983 – The metre is defined as the distance light travels in a vacuum in 1/299,792,458 of a second. 1984 – Niki Lauda claims his third and final Formula One Drivers' Championship Title by half a point ahead of McLaren team-mate Alain Prost at the Portuguese Grand Prix. 1986 – In Lebanon, pro-Iran kidnappers claim to have abducted American writer Edward Tracy (he is released in August 1991). 1987 – The Jaffna hospital massacre is carried out by Indian peacekeeping forces in Sri Lanka, killing 70 Tamil patients, doctors and nurses. 1989 – In Honduras, 131 people are killed when a Boeing 727 crashes on approach to Toncontín International Airport near the nation's capital Tegucigalpa. 1994 – North Korea and the United States sign an Agreed Framework that requires North Korea to stop its nuclear weapons program and agree to inspections. 1994 – In Seoul, South Korea, 32 people are killed when a span of the Seongsu Bridge collapses. 2005 – Images of the dwarf planet Eris are taken and subsequently used in documenting its discovery. 2011 – Iraq War: President Barack Obama announces that the withdrawal of United States troops from Iraq will be complete by the end of the year. 2019 – Thirty people are killed in a fiery bus crash in western Democratic Republic of the Congo. 2019 – In Canada, the 2019 Canadian federal election ends, resulting in incumbent Prime Minister Justin Trudeau remaining in office, albeit with the Liberal Party in a minority government 2021 – A shooting occurs on the set of the film Rust, in which actor Alec Baldwin discharged a prop weapon which had been loaded, killing the director of photography, Halyna Hutchins, and injuring director Joel Souza.

[molliemoo3]

They massacred my boy (the 6 arrow mclaren)

[blamemma]

Daniel Ricciardo during the Spa Press Conference by Dan Mullan

[capricorn-ascending]

Maybe it’s just me, but Daniel genuinely looks so tired in his segment for ‘When We Were Young’. McLaren, what are you doing to this man. I’m about to launch an Interpol investigation into your workplace practices.

[lightningmickqueen]

the world was ruled by a twink for 4 years and do you know what happened when sebastian vettel stopped winning?

ebola. that one plane that disappeared and hasn't been found. crimea. SO many massacres and shootings. fifa giving into corruption and choosing qatar for the world cup. brexit. trump. jenson button retiring. widespread famine. several wars and numerous armed conflicts. civil wars. terrorism. hate crimes. cholera outbreaks. wildfires. drought. earthquakes. hurricanes. nico rosberg. tornadoes. tsunamis. volcanos. a new rise of extremism. zak brown joining mclaren. building collapses. coups d'état. ferrari reminding everyone they don't know strategy. more ebola. avalanches. like 3.5 british prime ministers. no more manufacturing of the volkswagen beetle. covid. the death of windows 7. losing the german grand prix. eurovision being cancelled. the suez canal being blocked for several days. bottas going bowling. ukraine. spain not winning eurovision. the uk getting second at eurovision. monkeypox. inflation. recession. sebastian retiring. alonso going to aston martin.

[youjustwaitsunshine]

HAM ALO MSC

ok. ok ok. which msc tho. because this could go either way.

with msc the elder and mclaren era lewis and fernando? a massacre. if lewis and fernando are being funny, michael definitely would feel the urge to be hilarious. I imagine something along the lines of a very strained polite conversation on how to proceed and michael agreeing with either of them at random putting on sunscreen as rome burns around him. (they still get themselves together enough to make it in time because no one in there wants to lose) (even though michael 'premeditated crime' schumacher would probably find it funny but in the end the competitiveness wins out)

with mick and current fernando and lewis? everything works out without the slightest hitch. mick is so nice and polite that he could probably walk straight up to and pet a hungry lion and it would purr and roll on the ground. lewis and fernando both do their own thing and being very stiltedly polite while mick is doing all the legwork. they get out with a respectable time and mick is like ¡we make a great team! lets go! in an attempt to bridge the awkward silence which doesn't really succeed because they really dont have much to say to each other so they just super awkwardly shake hands and leave

[mistressemmedi]

Meanwhile, in the McLaren garage, Carlos who DNS and is watching this Ferrari massacre:

[talksaboutracing]

Predictions for 2022 (before I know how the new cars are, I might change my opinions after first tests):

ALFA ROMEO: Guanyu/Valtteri - Guanyu is the only rookie and of course he is not expected to beat Valtteri. First year will be his learning year to see if he is good enough for F1. If the car is fairly good (middle field), he needs to not be at the very back though. ALPHA TAURI: Pierre/Yuki - Well, Pierre will be on top here, however, my personal bitchy self kinda want to see Yuki to at least match him if not even be better. (I just don't like Pierre, sorry) ALPINE: Fernando/Esteban - My personal wish is to see another Fernando win. Him and Esteban seem to be a great team and I think there are going to be fairly equal. Fernando is still having a lot of fun so good for him. ASTON MARTIN: Seb/Lance - I like Seb, I really do and he still has it, so I'm hoping the car will be good and he still can fight for podiums. If it won't happen, I think this will be his last season. FERRARI: Charles/Carlos - if Ferrari does a good car, I think this might be a massacre. Charles knows he is Ferrari golden boy (no shading or mocking) and if Carlos is better than him, it might turn bad. Carlos was damn good last season and he is a hard worker and if Ferrari has a TOP4 car, I can see (at least one) win coming for him. (Finally) HAAS: Nikita/Mick - I don't know if I expect Haas to get any better, so other than Mick being better than Nikita is hard to predict. Maybe some odd point or two for Mick would be really nice to see. I also hope someone gets into senses and kick Nikita out of F1. Sorry not sorry. MCLAREN: Daniel/Lando - I think Daniel needs to desperately prove himself this year. He has to beat Lando or at least needs to be close to him (regardless if the car is bad or good). I think if he has another bad year, it will be the time for him to go (from McLaren, not F1). If McLaren stays in TOP4, I can see Lando finally winning. MERCEDES: Lewis/George - Will Lewis fight for 8th? Well, depends how good car they will build, but if everyone is the same/similar as last year, I think Lewis would get 8th and retire after. I don't know if George will be a big threat or if they'll even let him be one. But of course, George will be another one might win a race this year. RED BULL: Max/Checo - Max will be definitely better than Checo. I don't know what to think of Checo sometimes though as I can see him being good at times, but then he'd just slip into less than average. We'll see, but in the teammate battle, it'll be Max for sure. WILLIAMS: Nicholas/Alex - Alex will be better. I have no doubt about it. I also predict Nicholas will leave F1 at the end of the season.

[sibylvanereimagined]

Omg if you are still doing the playlist thing, im Tanishka <33 thank you!

T The thing - pixies

A Andy Warhol - David Bowie

N Never Ever - The Brian jonestown massacre

I I'm a Cuckoo - Belle & Sebastian

S Sundown Syndrome - Tame Impala

H Honey moon - Mac Demarco

K Kill All Your Friends - My chemical romance

A About her - Malcolm McLaren

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 10.21 (after 1950)

1950 – Korean War: Heavy fighting begins between British and Australian forces and North Koreans during the Battle of Yongju. 1956 – The Mau Mau Uprising in Kenya is defeated. 1959 – In New York City, the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum opens to the public. 1959 – President Dwight D. Eisenhower approves the transfer of all US Army space-related activities to NASA, including most of the Army Ballistic Missile Agency. 1965 – Comet Ikeya–Seki approaches perihelion, passing 450,000 kilometers (279,617 miles) from the sun. 1966 – A colliery spoil tip slips onto houses and a school in the village of Aberfan in Wales, killing 144 people, 116 of whom were schoolchildren. 1967 – The National Mobilization Committee to End the War in Vietnam organizes a march of fifty thousand people from the Lincoln Memorial to the Pentagon. 1969 – The 1969 Somali coup d'état establishes a Marxist–Leninist administration. 1971 – A gas explosion kills 22 people at a shopping centre near Glasgow, Scotland. 1973 – Fred Dryer of the Los Angeles Rams becomes the first player in NFL history to score two safeties in the same game. 1978 – Australian civilian pilot Frederick Valentich vanishes over the Bass Strait south of Melbourne, after reporting contact with an unidentified aircraft. 1979 – Moshe Dayan resigns from the Israeli government because of strong disagreements with Prime Minister Menachem Begin over policy towards the Arabs. 1981 – Andreas Papandreou becomes Prime Minister of Greece, ending an almost 50-year-long system of power dominated by conservative forces. 1983 – The metre is defined as the distance light travels in a vacuum in 1/299,792,458 of a second. 1984 – Niki Lauda claims his third and final Formula One Drivers' Championship Title by half a point ahead of McLaren team-mate Alain Prost at the Portuguese Grand Prix. 1986 – In Lebanon, pro-Iran kidnappers claim to have abducted American writer Edward Tracy (he is released in August 1991). 1987 – The Jaffna hospital massacre is carried out by Indian peacekeeping forces in Sri Lanka, killing 70 Tamil patients, doctors and nurses. 1989 – In Honduras, 131 people are killed when a Boeing 727 crashes on approach to Toncontín International Airport near the nation's capital Tegucigalpa. 1994 – North Korea and the United States sign an Agreed Framework that requires North Korea to stop its nuclear weapons program and agree to inspections. 1994 – In Seoul, South Korea, 32 people are killed when a span of the Seongsu Bridge collapses. 2005 – Images of the dwarf planet Eris are taken and subsequently used in documenting its discovery. 2011 – Iraq War: President Barack Obama announces that the withdrawal of United States troops from Iraq will be complete by the end of the year. 2019 – Thirty people are killed in a fiery bus crash in western Democratic Republic of the Congo. 2019 – In Canada, the 2019 Canadian federal election ends, resulting in incumbent Prime Minister Justin Trudeau remaining in office, albeit with the Liberal Party in a minority government. 2021 – A shooting occurs on the set of the film Rust, in which actor Alec Baldwin discharged a prop weapon which had been loaded, killing the director of photography, Halyna Hutchins, and injuring director Joel Souza.

[diggerhome64-blog]

Pleasant Gehman Remembers the Wild, Wild Weekly of Yore

I started writing for L.A. Weekly in 1979. At 18, it wasn't my first job as a rock writer but it was my introductory foray into professional journalism — meaning I'd actually be getting paid. I'd already been publishing Lobotomy, the Xerox fanzine I'd created with Randy Kaye and photographer Theresa Kereakes, and writing for Slash magazine and New York Rocker since 1977.

Music editor Bill Bentley brought me on board, as we knew each other from clubs and parties and shared very similar tastes in bands. One night, getting drunk at the Frolic Room, we were talking music and he greenlit my first feature story, "Rockabilly Redux," on the resurgence of American roots music. He was unaware of my ridiculously poor typing skills and I certainly wasn't about to tell him. I wanted to seem professional. Because high school typing class had been so boring, I'd literally cut every session in favor of going to some friend's house where parents weren't around, getting high while listening to Bowie. It took me an hour to get my first article for the Weekly down in longhand, and then all night to type it on a barely functional, borrowed manual typewriter.

Back then, fax machines didn't exist, so you had to complete your story a few days before it was due if you were mailing it in. Yes, mailing it! I preferred hand delivery. On the due date, I took the bus down Sunset to the Weekly office to turn in my story. I was unsure what to expect from a real newspaper; my only frame of reference came from hard-boiled crime reporters in '50s noir flicks. Located in a rundown two-story house just east of Western Avenue, the Weekly's first office was a hybrid of a bustling hippie commune and a messy art studio, a touch of free clinic with a rebellious punk rock flair bubbling just under the surface.

Instead of sleek corporate furniture, mismatched wooden desks and chairs were flanked by filing cabinets that looked like they'd been scooped up off the street on trash day. Several people ran around with paste-up boards; anyone who sat at a desk was either furiously typing or yelling into a landline phone. Most surfaces were cluttered with stacks of papers, overflowing ashtrays, dirty coffee mugs and typewriters, some of which were as messed up as the one I had. Newsprint proofs were tacked to the walls between unframed rock & roll posters and hand-drawn flyers for local bands.

Gehman's press pass

Courtesy Pleasant Gehman

I began to write for the paper regularly, reviewing albums and live shows, doing more features, and interviewing everyone from horror mogul Forrest J. Ackerman to Malcolm McLaren's New Romantic sensations Bow Wow Wow; from photographer and installation artist Steven Arnold to Maila Nurmi, aka Vampira, to whom The Screamers' Tomata Du Plenty had introduced me.

I also got a handle on the vibe of the office. I had wonderful relationships with all my editors. They each did their job with care and taught me so much about writing. I loved working with Bill Bentley because he cracked me up, and with Mikal Gilmore for his attention to detail and because he brought out the best of me with constructive suggestions for rewrites. I revered Phil Tracy because of his no-nonsense newspaperman persona, which matched my crazy noir-inspired fantasies. He seemed tough as nails but was super nice. I also admired the fact that he kept an emergency bottle of booze in one of his desk drawers, all "oldskool" newspaper man, which was what he was.

Jay Levin was kind of like a wacky father figure to me, too. In 1982, when I was about to be married to rockabilly singer Levi Dexter, Jay asked, "What would you like for a wedding present: money or drugs?" Unsure if he was posing a trick question or being serious, I answered sarcastically, "Both!" And in true '80s fashion, I got both from him, each portion of the two-part present way more generous than I'd ever dreamed in my broke punk-girl existence.

Many staffers were older than I was but they were mostly still young, and it all felt fresh, creative and fun. Lots of musicians and artists worked at the Weekly over the years, among them Craig Lee of The Bags, Don Bolles of The Germs, Suzy Gardner of L7, Falling James of The Leaving Trains [Still with us! —Ed.], Ron Athey, Vaginal Davis, plus members of The Flyboys, The Radio Ranch Straight Shooters, Haunted Garage and my own band, The Screaming Sirens. Many hung out in clubs and bars till the wee hours on a nightly basis, showing up to hand in an article spectacularly hungover or even still high.

In an office full of debauchery, the art department was particularly notorious, glamorous in a fucked-up way and always louche. There'd be cocaine bindles casually tossed into the trash sitting on top of proof pages, and people having Irish coffee as they pasted up the paper at 9 a.m. Every time the door to the art department opened, it was like a cross between the party scene from Breakfast at Tiffany's, a Cheech & Chong film and the playa at Burning Man.

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A piece about L.A. Dee Da

Courtesy Pleasant Gehman

I was certainly no exception to that riotous "All Tomorrow's Parties" lifestyle. Once, I’d lost track of the deadline for a piece that was due, and had taken a couple hits of acid to go see Ken Russell’s film Caligula with some friends. Only after I returned home blazing did I realize the story was due the next morning … so I attempted to write it. I was so high that every time I typed a sentence, it looked like it jumped off the page. I don’t remember finishing it, but somehow I did. The next day editor Phil Tracy called me to tell me he thought it was one of the best things I’d written. Thanks, Aldous Huxley!

My favorite memory of the Weekly is from 1989 and pretty much sums up the wild, laissez-faire attitude that everyone had. A paperback biography called Deviant was published, chronicling the infamous mass murderer and cannibal Ed Gein, whose crimes inspired Psycho, The Texas Chain Saw Massacre and The Silence of the Lambs. Gein, who was an avid transvestite and cannibal as well as a crackerjack hunter, murdered women, cut them up and wore their skins over his body while dressing up in in his mother's clothes. He'd also eat parts of his victims and, as a way of disposing of the bodies, he gave the extra flesh to his neighbors, passing it off as "venison," so they all were eating his victims, too. Everyone at the Weekly was reading Deviant obsessively and simultaneously.

At that moment in time, an extremely expensive and super-trendy French restaurant opened in Los Feliz. The specialty dish was provincial wild game, and venison in particular. When the place got reviewed in the Weekly, some lunatic in the art department inserted the Deviant cover photo of Ed Gein into the review, with the caption reading something like, "This is NOT the chef of ______” — and it actually got published! Decades later, as far as I know, nobody’s ever confessed.

While the old L.A. Weekly had an unruly atmosphere at times, it was also a hub for serious reporters who took their beats very seriously. I had a lot of fun covering L.A.'s underground but I also worked on perfecting my irreverent reportage and taking advantage of the access I had as part of the punk scene. Which was exactly why Jay asked me to start the L.A. Dee Da nightlife column in 1980. Jay gave me free rein on content, and it often got pretty racy. But then, that's what the rock scene was all about. Obsessed as I was with Old Hollywood, in a punk-rock paean to 1940s gossip columnists Hedda Hopper and Louella Parsons, I billed L.A. Dee Da as "the place to dig if you're looking for dirt." But honestly, if I'd actually spilled everything I knew, I'd have been run out of town. Unlike the loadies in the art department, I preferred to keep my debauchery outside of the office.

My process for producing L.A. Dee Da went like this: I'd go out every night, often to three or more places, scrawling a few notes in eyebrow pencil on a flyer. At the end of the week, I'd pop off a stream-of-consciousness column in my trademark one-fingered hunt 'n' peck. By 1983, I was consumed with booking bands at the Cathay De Grande and getting ready to tour, so Craig Lee joined in, and eventually many others. The column ran for years, into the 1990s. Years after I quit writing it, I consistently got blamed for items that other people wrote!

I miss those late 1970s to early 1990s days sometimes, somewhat out of nostalgia for my youth, of course, but also because it seems as if most of the "alternative" stuff going on was actually alternative. Mainstream media wasn't covering most of the people or events that L.A. Weekly was. On the slim chance a mainstream publication did feature something "alternative," it usually seemed to come on the heels of a recently published Weekly piece.

My time at the Weekly was way too much fun, and I look back on those days wistfully. It was like a journalistic Wild West under the palm trees of Old Hollywood.

Source: https://www.laweekly.com/arts/pleasant-gehman-remembers-the-wild-wild-weekly-of-yore-10098352

[instapicsil1]

Mourners gathered on a beach in Auckland to pay tribute to victims killed in a terrorist attack on Friday in Christchurch, New Zealand. New Zealand’s government has agreed to reform the country’s gun laws in the wake of the massacre, which took place at two mosques and left at least 50 people dead. The country’s Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern called the incident the “worst act of terrorism on our shores.” (📸: Cam McLaren) https://ift.tt/2Y7krhG