Notices by Mats Holberg 🇺🇦 🇵🇸 (holberg@mstdn.social)

RE: https://mas.to/@kims/116693811346650626

And big enough that if I were still on Twitter in LA, it the tweet would've been

EARTHQUAKE!

not

Earthquake?

The funniest thing about Agatha Christie stories:

Can you imagine if there were like six or seven people in your small community with motives so strong that none could be immediately ruled out as suspects in your murder?

Signs needed in a downmarket casino. (This is nowhere near a pool haha.)

Phone getting a bit anxious about later tonight.

Burying the lede: I’m finally losing my Sphere virginity!

Seriously, though, I look at the Sphere from my apartment, pass it every day, but have always had a reason not to go: U2 playing the wrong set list; not deadhead at all; not really Eagles, Glenn Frey’s dead; etc. And barely care about WIZARD OF OZ, so $150 for 2/3s of it in a special edit? Yeah, no.

Meanwhile, couldn’t think of any objection to No Doubt.

‘Don’t Speak’ is 30 years old. And comes with a very specific memory: Running an errand at a Gelson’s in the Valley when we lived up off Mulholland. In my new VW—first new car I bought myself. And running into Kristy McNichol there as I always did.

Funny story about Pope Leo trying to change contact info for his account at a Chicago bank and being told—strict rule—it had to be done in person.

(He was granted an exception after an intermediary told the bank’s president: ‘Well, then the pope is going to move his account to a different bank.’)

If this weirdly passive word salad is to be taken at face value—which, as if—it’s basically saying Mike White had creative differences with himself, not Helena Bonham Carter. Which is being generous to an actor I assume he fired.

BUT also that his internal creative differences are such that he can’t even imagine how to rewrite the role for an actor he hopes to work with—and has on set!—instead of for some unidentified replacement. Which is being vicious to an actor I assume he fired.

I’m always wondering how anyone who isn’t very rich affords tickets to anything anymore.

Don’t get me started on Disneyland—never cheap, but doable for most families when I was growing up without breaking the bank. In 1986, adult entry was $19 and $3 for parking—or, in 2026 dollars, $237 for a family of four.

This Saturday, that same family of four getting single-day park-hopping tickets with California Adventure (and hoping not to wait in lines all day) will pay $1,368 before they spend a dime on food or anything else during the day.

It’s insane.

It’d be great if a future Democratic president decided to unilaterally spend $1 billion a day on education, healthcare and housing because that’s apparently something the executive branch can do without anyone’s approval.

Edit: I was being stingy with a week—it’s a day

Let's check in with Trump's cheerleading Iranians in Los Angeles...

Haven’t been to the Breakers at Newport for probably 40 years—but was always intrigued by knowing Vanderbilt heirs still used a private third-floor apartment just above all the tours. Their tenancy ended in 2017.

Wanting to go back as I learn it has also now been opened for tours. Still pretty grand! But I mostly want to see the small kitchen converted from a bathroom in 1948 and never updated haha.

The tight shot of that Breakers kitchen reminds me a bit of the kitchen on the main floor at the Castle of Mey—a house at the very top of Scotland restored by the Queen Mother in the 1950s.

And which probably hadn’t been touched since. But why would you, necessarily, if it isn’t anywhere you ever go haha.

Popped into Shelby American after lunch nearby. Where the urinals in the gents don’t have dividers—funny because it’s guaranteed to FREAK OUT a lot of the demographic.

So, I’m standing there peeing while another guy who comes in pretends to look at his hair in the mirror until I’m done. Then crams himself weirdly over the far urinal at a 45-degree angle into the corner while I’m washing my hands.

No one’s as bizarrely precious about their penis as an American ‘alpha’ dude.

It’s pricy for the Arts District—closer to Strip pricing, though I expected that since a favorite bartender at another bar told me so—but a fun experience.

I also had a bowl of beer cheese soup—very nice—and was surprised my tab was only $45. I think they might’ve forgotten to charge me for something. I had braced myself for $65.

If you’re coming to Vegas—incidentally—and like a cocktail bar, you MUST explore the Arts District. It’s in between the Strip and Downtown.

FINALLY got to the yurt at Viking Mike’s in the Arts District. A very pleasant mezcal twist on the penicillin. Had a couple of those.

And a fun faux-sardine treat with the check.

Interesting—especially because this is the guy who turned Teen Vogue into the most impressive political publication during his tenure.

Fast Company: Playboy just named its first openly gay editor-in-chief. He wants to change the brand’s pornographic reputation amid a ‘sex recession’

https://www.fastcompany.com/91507217/playboy-phillip-picardi-first-openly-gay-editor-in-chief-wants-to-change-the-brands-pornographic-reputation-amid-a-sex-recession