Woody Allen and Hebrew are gone. Big girl trying to look like a child -- and succeeding -- has vanished, too.

Drove past Sunset and Alvarado and didn't see any American Apparel billboards at all in their usual places -- facing Alvarado back to back, one looking north-ish, the other south. "Advertise here" and a phone number reigns over white space for the moment, though Curbed LA reported yesterday that American Apparel has signed a four-year lease for our eyeballs at this intersection.

While I'm pondering American Apparel's advertising follies, it's good to know I have a special place to sit and rest, psychically speaking. In February, I missed the Abandoned Couches post in which Abandoned dedicated a couch to me in response to my complaint that their objects of reverence weren't photographed at optimal distance. I came across the post in April. A lovely surprise. Little did I know that I would need my couch so badly in May, when there is so much to ponder, like fire, morals, real estate, advertising, chickens, the environment and art.