Don't Know What I Got

• The Monologue:
• The Dodgers and Angels are both getting embarrassed in their respective series. I haven't seen LA collapse like this since the movie Volcano.
• Cops in Florida (isn't it always Florida?) lost a bag of cocaine in a hotel room. It reminds me of the motel I once stayed at in San Diego; turndown service included a little bit of crystal meth under the pillow.
• It's been so warm after a bout of cold, rainy weather. This is one crazy Native American Summer.
• Random Pop Culture:
• I know the New York Post is what it is, but I don't think I'm cool with them publishing the letter from Steve Phillips' mistress.
• There are some really awful parts of the new season of Dexter (cough, Batista and La Guerta, cough), but the last twenty minutes or so of this past episode was the show at its best. The dialogue with his victim was tremendous and the cliffhanger, while you had to know something was going to happen to Lundy, was still fairly shocking and mysterious enough to make me very excited for the rest of the season. If Dex went nuts when the cop threatened his family, how crazy will he go now that someone shot Deborah?
• There was a hoax on Twitter today about Kanye West being dead. Why does that sort of rumor tend to spread so frequently lately? It's not funny -- not because it's offensive, because it's just not funny -- and people can't really be that stupid, right? Ok, well, I take that back.
• Random Music Video:
• The Beach Boys' album Little Deuce Coupe was released 46 years ago today. Even though the song appeared on an earlier album, it was the title track for this one. This is a great video, how dorky the band looks (including Mike Love's quickly receding hairline), how hard a time the crowd has with clapping on beat and the styles that they are wearing. But the boys could sing.