You look cold. Need a lift?
That's OK. The bus should be here in a few minutes.
There's an angry mob of transsexual hooker bag ladies headed this way. You better get in.
No, really, thanks. Anyway, I don't take rides from strangers.
It's OK. I'm on the Internet.
Why does it say "Lonewacko" in big yellow letters on your Jeep?
That's my blog's name.
O! ... you're... a blogger?
So, where you going?
To the L.A. Press Club. I'm a, er, maid there.
That's a long way from 5th and Central. Nothing to be ashamed of about being a maid.
You didn't go to that big blogger party last night, did you? I would have recognized you if you'd been there.
Naw. They don't invite me to things like that. And, I wouldn't go anyway.
You sound bitter.
Not at all. I've just got plans. I'm starting my own revolution. Believe it or not. Not interested in hanging out with the degenerate intelligentsia.
Yeah, it got pretty wild last night. They were even linking to each other live at the party.
Well, when the revolution comes, there won't be parties like that anymore.
So, this revolution, when are you going to start it?
October's always a good month for a revolution.
Wow. So soon. I better... I mean, I better join your revolutionary party as soon as possible.
Here, fill this form out.
OK, but, I really think you've got these bloggers all wrong. Maybe you should give them a chance. Why don't you come up to the Press Club with me? I think Luke Ford (search for "press club") mentioned something about the Bogas Bros. needing a new token. I've got his number up at the Club. Maybe he could even introduce you to Gina Ryder.
Mmmm... Gina Ryder. I'd like to...
Yes, I would too! Why don't you come up?
Really, sorry, I need to adhere to my revolutionary ideals.
We've got some canopes left over...
I don't need the table scraps of the bourgeoisie.
C'mon, lighten up a bit. It'll be fun. Turn that frown upside down, join the L.A. bloggin' team!
Who the hell are you anyway? You sure don't talk like an oppressed servant! Hey, I know who you are! Get the fuck out of my car!
OK, but just remember, we're everywhere. We control you, and there's nothing you can do about it! Good luck with your "revolution!"
Get out of my car, now! The revolution will not be blogged!