The building on the right with the star on top looks like an imitation of the “Seven Sisters,” giant edifices on the banks of the river winding through Moscow. They are also called “The Wedding Cakes” because they have that multi-layered and slathered in meringue look.

When I first arrived, I thought the big tower on tope of the hill on the left was some kind of a tourist attraction. Turns out it’s just a TV antenna… not sure what the big spoked wheel next to it is all about, though.

Is that Jay Gatsby's "green light" back there...?

This looks like something out of “True Blood” – the part where there’s been some devil-worshipping sacrifice and the whole lawn is tinged with red after some poor sweaty schlub got chucked into the wood chipper.

Just breathing the air here in Los Angeles today made me feel lightheaded and dizzy, as though I were back up about 10,000 feet in altitude. This city has turned my lungs into Swiss cheese.

And yeah, I know this is a bit blurry. You try standing stock-still for 15 seconds.

Now that rock stars are no longer rock stars, CEOs are pretty much headed for either an extended relaxation stay at Danbury Federal Penitentiary, or stuffing sacks of cash into their LearJets on their way to an extradition-free country … I guess us former propellorheads can start to take our rightful places as idols to be given the Annie Liebowitz/Rolling Stone treament. Only maybe without quite so much Vaseline on the lens.

I took this picture later in the day (well, actually at about 8 p.m.) after the final session, where Battlestar Galactica director Mike Rymer (pix and quotes from that session to be posted in a bit) held forth on his experiences trying to invent a coherent cosmology for the Cylon race, pretty much yanking details out of the cast & crew’s collective fundaments.

Anyway, here’s the shot of Mark, now complete with his very own virtual Play and Fast-Forward buttons.

If we hit the Rewind button, will he go all Benjamin Button on us? (click for larger size)