How would you describe this summer? It's been pretty typical, as they say. Lots of dense morning fog that becomes afternoon fog and sometimes burns off at 3 p.m. and sometimes doesn't burn off at all, leaving you grimacing out of windows, trudging sullenly out of the office, driving you to drink. Drinking, of course, solves nothing, but you can pretend for an hour or two that your job is satisfying enough, that the lack of sunlight hasn't really gotten to you, and that remakes of Charlie's Angels on TV and Footloose on the big screen are not sad examples of Hollywood's desperation and dwindling creative talent.

Are things turning around this week? Maybe, for a minute. It's supposed to be in the 70s today, with clear skies tonight, that is until the fog and clouds roll in for another knockout punch on Thursday. KRON 4 may call this a heatwave, but we call it a tease. We hold out hope for September, if not for Hollywood. And if only this place were not so goddamn gorgeous and charismatic, like Matt Bomer in a suit on that White Collar show, we would have all picked up and moved to L.A. years ago.