Nobody Walks in L.A.

I know what you're thinking, "Coconut Monkey, where the hell have you been?" Well, I'm in beautiful Los Angeles. I'm interning at Unviersal Studios... The actual studio, not the theme park. I've been here for a month and I haven't done anything fun. And since today is part of a three day weekend, I decided to do the tourist thing and walk about Hollywood.

So I give you COCONUT MONKEY'S HOLLYWOOD EXPERIENCE.

There's two great things about taking this picture. The first is actually seeing The Hoff's star of fame. The second is, that when I took this picture, five other people stopped to take one too. People LOVE The Hoff.

And can you believe who's right next door?

And just one more star down...

This really is the place to be.

Next stop, The Grauman's Chinese Theatre. This place was crowded. It was pretty funny though. People are trying to take pictures of the ground and others are just walking over it. You could see people were frustrated.


Of Course, when I took my picture, People backed off. Respect the Monkey, and the Monkey will respect you. Jack has huge hands and feet... compared to a Coconut Monkey at least.


There were also a bunch of people dressed up like movie characters. I was going to get a picture of them, but it was just really sad.
And now lets go over to the Kodak Theatre.

They're getting ready for the Oscars. Kinda neat.


This is where the red carpet will be.

Behind me now is The Hollywood Wax Museum.

Here's Hef. At my apartment I have cable and I watch anything. I've been watching "The Girls Next Door." The other day, Heff was where the same shirt my dad has. My dad's such a playboy.

Everything you hear about Chuck Norris is twice as true for his wax duplicate.

This is the worst Wax statue ever. It just a wax figure wearing a Darth Vader costume. Kind of lame.

The characters of the Matrix are jerks and kept telling me I was part of the problem. I told them that one monkey can't make a difference. The chick pulled a gun on me. I hate people somtimes.

Wilson was giving me the evil eye. Once again, celebrities are dicks.

I had to tell them that there was no milk in me. The didn't believe me.

You know, I wasn't looking for it. I just planned on doing the tourist thing. But I was pulled there by some unknown force. And to tell the truth, I think I finally found my home. Farewell psychology. I'm done being so glib.

Well, I hope you had fun. And hopefully, I'll post more adventures as I explore this mysterious and scary land.

Later Days,
Coconut Monkey