Good news at work yesterday suggests that I will actually be able to take a vacation during my holiday vacation and not have to spend it working on my reappointment paperwork. I’m still thinking of the whole “relaxing vacation” thing as a change of pace, but I’m open to other suggestions too. What I really want for Christmas, though, is not to have Christmas at all. Yeah, I was serious about that. It would be great to leave work on Friday the 21st, flee Greensboro that afternoon, and not return until the new year, avoiding all the family stuff and everything else. I probably won’t be able to get away with that, though.

I regularly watch 1970s cop shows filmed on location (usually in LA or sometimes San Francisco) with iPad in hand, looking for current views of the locations on Google Street View. I know. I’m a big geek who has no life. We’ve already established that fact.

Sometimes, though, the geography on these shows is out of whack that it makes me laugh out loud. Even worse than a Streets of San Francisco where they make up streets that don’t really exist (e.g. Embarcadero Center being located on something called “Saint Andrews Road”) is the way some shows have used real street names with no regard to their actual locations. Tonight I caught a scene from Adam-12 that was allegedly taking place on Ventura, between Olympic and Washington, west of Melrose. I challenge anyone who’s familiar with LA to locate that particular bit of real estate on a map. It’s kind of like saying Detroit is on the Georgia side of Massachusetts, near Phoenix.

I realize that this probably amuses me more than you. I do not care.