Yelp likes Robert's Russian Cuisine in Hollywood, and Traktir in West Hollywood.

Comments also like Red Square in the Valley and Cafe Troyka.

Predator teams up with the Ninja Turtles in deranged Russian children's books

In a series of beautifully ugly (and tenuously legal) Russian kids' books, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles meet "Space Hunter," a crab-faced alien with dreadlocks. They fight at first, but the creatures later reconcile and enjoy poorly drawn pizza together.

Here are some illustrations from the Turtles' team-up with the Predator, plus some sundry pictures I found noteworthy (Russian Batman). You can check out tons more ridiculous/awesome Russian TMNT art here. There's some pretty metal artwork of the Turtles battling Greek gods, waving handguns around, and generally looking like sentient globs of creamed spinach.

The guy on this PBS grilling show just said, with a straight face, that the three rules of great grilling are: "Keep it hot; keep it clean; and keep it lubricated."

Okay, I slept in toooo much and didn't make the timeframe for me to get to the Sec of State's office and get my learner's permit, i.e., take the written test.

But, usually when I "over" sleep - my back bothers me but this time it doesn't so I must have slept just right rather than over sleeping, right?

Dramatic Eagle

Even better than Dramatic Chipmunk

I want to go shopping, but no idea what for and really I don't think I need anything.

Buy me a dress? Oh wait, I guess I kinda gotta do that.

So sorry, Dana.

Dana, I hope the universe smartens up and gives you a break.

And Yikes, Brenda, that's kind of scary.

I remember once having my roommate's sister arrive at my place at 3AM, very drunk, with two guys in tow, looking for her sister. They looked a lot alike and I was in such a sleep fog that I was talking to her for about 10 minutes before I realized that I wasn't talking to my roommate.

Hmph. I've baked the pumpkin pie for more than an hour and a half, and let it sit out to firm up at the 60 minute mark and after 90 minutes. It's still liquid in the center. Good thing I said I'd bring a pie or two to this shindig tonight, because it'll definitely be the former. I'll bring a bottle of wine as well and call it good.

I remember once having my roommate's sister arrive at my place at 3AM, very drunk, with two guys in tow, looking for her sister.

A flat mate of mine got so drunk one night that he spent half an hour banging on the neighbors' door, trying to get in. They called the cops, and I got woken up by an annoyed looking police officer asking if the semi-comatose drunk guy belonged to me. My answer was, "No. *extended beat* But he does live here."

"First, it's fast — there's almost no line. That's because they're not looking for liquids, they're not looking at your shoes. They're not looking for everything they look for in North America. They just look at you," said Sela. "Even today with the heightened security in North America, they will check your items to death. But they will never look at you, at how you behave. They will never look into your eyes ... and that's how you figure out the bad guys from the good guys."

Bet you have to pay them more than ten or twelve bucks an hour.

I don't think increasing the feel-up pat-downs necessarily slows down the nakey x-ray line. You probably have different crews doing it. It gums things up for the TSA, but not necessarly for the non-protesting travelers.