I’m unemployed, but that doesn’t mean I can’t go to work. I have a friend who is a production assistant on Californication, and today I followed him to his office. It’s tucked away in Culver City, making for a bit of a drive from my current digs in North Hollywood. If you’ve never had the pleasure of driving in Southern California, you can replicate the experience at home. Just hit yourself in the face with a hammer, over and over.

Have you ever heard of Californication? It’s that show where David Duchovny has lots of sex in between incidents of drugging and boozing. You know, educational stuff.

The show’s production office is just like any office. Carpeted floors, computers with noise-reduced keyboards. But the bathroom was far above average – not so much a bathroom as it was a men’s vitality center. First of all, it was spotless. Every inch seemed to have been scrubbed clean with bleach and sandpaper. There was a small library of books in easy reach of the toilet (including The Stranger and The Dharma Bums, yipee). There was a honest-to-God functioning hourglass. I’m not sure what kind of bathroom functionality it served, but it definitely added a rustic, whimsical feeling to the room. This was more like an oasis that just happened to have the necessary lavatorial accomodations.

Maybe I’m too easily impressed. But seriously – an hourglass!