Wyder’s Extra Dry Pear Cider – it does a Blipster good. That would be our slogan of the day. Or anything that has to do with robots. Daft Punk obsession much? Yes. I nearly booked a flight to Berkeley to catch them again this Friday night. There were fleeting moments contemplating Red Rocks. Lollapalooza? And then, like a beacon of hope in the cold, cold night: Daft Punk is playing Vegoose in October. Can I get a what what? Halloween weekend. Las Vegas. Daft Punk. Did I forget to mention Iggy and the Stooges playing the immortal “Fun House” album front to back? It is so on. I say L.A just posse up and take over Vegas for the weekend. It’ll be so much fun! Think about it…

It's 5:52 on a Tuesday, and already, I'm nervous. There's just too much happening, and no matter where I go, my hair will look awful.

First off, Zach Galfoniknokusberenhoffer (aka Zach Galifianakis ) performs at Upright Citizens Brigade's Comedy Death Ray . Bearded and rotund, he's got a way about him that makes me want to have bearded and rotund baies. Also, he is friends with Fiona Apple and if she is there, and I am not, I would lay upon my sword. Evidence:

As mentioned earlier, Tegan and Sara are also perfoming (for friggity-free) at Amoeba, and Seattle carpetbaggers Mulally play a free show at the delightful Echo Curio.

Also, an artsy little video series is screening that the Hammer , AND Ding-a-Ling night is happening at Hyperion Tavern. Comrades who have attended the latter report that it is rife with hotties. 

The solution: nerdariffic 18-sided dice that are a staple in every D&D geek's life. I would assign each option a number, and roll away. Hair be damned.

Okay. I'll be straight up with you. If I could be anywhere, doing anything, I might not be at this desk, with this hair.

Rather, I'd be sitting on a roof, in the warmish shade of Amoeba Records. And maybe I'd be eating a hot dog or something, waiting for Tegan and Sara to play a free show downstairs. Then I'd go roller skating. Then I'd go to the Mulally show tonight, then suddenly I'd be in Palm Springs in a hammock.

Can someone please get on this? Thank you. 

Lindsay Lohan isn't the only one worthy of headline news today. I just heard that Winston's owner Andy Fiscella is opening a new restaurant and bar with Chris Huvane, Charlie Lew of Hardball Productions and Matt Lavin, not to be confused with Matt Gavin, Charlie's partner at Hardball. The spot, set to open in December, will serve comfort food and have a have a timeless, old-Hollywood vibe, complete with large patio and a full club license. "It's not something that will be redesigned in a year," Charlie told me. As for the location: It's still "undisclosed," but I can tell you it'll be located just east of Winston's between Jones Hollywood and Bar Lubitsch, both hotspots owned by Fiscella's nightlife hero Sean MacPherson.

Going to the bank doesn’t usually make me want to party—sigh—but that’s all about to change with Bank Heist, a new North Hollywood club that opens in August. Men.style.com got the scoop: Apparently, it’s located at 5303 Lankershim Boulevard in a ‘20s-style bank designed by John Parkinson, the same architect who designed old-school L.A. landmarks Los Angeles Memorial Stadium and City Hall. This will be followed by Crocker Club and Mercury Liquors, two clubs set to open in old-school Downtown banks. Mercury Liquors, of course, is Marc Smith’s next high-profile gig after opening The Edison in an a revamped boiler room.

Yesterday afternoon I went to Opening Ceremony and experienced joy the likes of which I have not felt in a long time.

As my hands softly grazed the fabrics, as my eyes feasted on the fashion-forward orgy before me, I felt a rush, an old familiar giddiness. Suddenly I was 15 years old again, standing in the middle of Top Shop on Oxford Circus, blissfully overwhelmed by the beautiful possibilities around me.

Opening Ceremony may not be nearly as big as Top Shop, but in terms of pure experience, it packs a sartorial punch, the kind that makes me groan 'again, again!' as millions of pretty shooting stars explode before my eyes.

My friend found a book she wanted to buy, but it was priced $400, so she decided against making the purchase (apparently there is a Magritte book in the back that is priced $2000). I, on the other hand, showed no such self-restraint, consummating the unearthly marriage between me and my inner shopping child, and walking out with a Risto Bimbiloski dress that may seriously compromise my ability to pay rent this month.

And that's OK...

Donuts, with a side of chess, at Sunset Junction’s favorite late-night donut shop, Tang’s. Consider this the geriatric equivalent of Slurpees and Street Fighter II at 7-11.