For SoCal only: a site that has gone from "ekh" to pretty dam good is called Los Angeles Blogs. Gives the locals all the local (very local) blogs. Things that none of you need to know like where guests can park when visiting certain condos, the problems in Los Feliz, and how to fit a six foot surf board into a four foot VW. Lots of nite life, restaurants, and quite a bit of Hollywood Left bullshit. Unfortunately the site don't list places where you can pick up a guaranteed piece of ass, but maybe that's coming. Lots of links are to diaries of typical LA flakes (a ton of them) but there are also links to good poker,a kind of interesting fling into social life called A Socialite's Life, a terrific link to a news cameraman,

I know one minute I was shopping for Christmas presents in a mall in Culver City and in no time at all, I was in Long Beach covering a homicide with at least one person dead. The next day was Christmas Eve and I had a lot on my mind.

There is a link to an anonymous LAPD Wife that is personal and dammed interesting--

I love my husband. But you would think that a narcotics officer who is canny enough to find cleverly concealed illegal substances under high-stress pressures would be able to find his box of checks. In the office. About two inches to the left of where I told him they were. Twice.

And then he links mainly to really boring LA people who have nothing whatsoever to say other than the usual Hard Left anti-Christian, anti-Christmas, yuupie hippie LA bullshit. Worth visiting once a month but it makes LA, which is the hippest funnest swingingest city west of NY, seem like a private stomping ground for the omphaloskepsis set. Omphaloskepsis is high school dropout speak for "the concentrated study of one's navel." Come to think of it, LA probably is the place where all omphaloskepsik women in the U.S. show up to bitch about their situation and then write a rilly rilly deep fuckin' screenplay about loneliness and one night stands and orgasims at the Senior Prom while leaning against a Coke Machine that vibrated. And after like ten years of working all day to make it perfect those no-talent Hollywood pigs steal all the good characters and dialogue and then send it back. The town can be very dull if you hang in the wrong places.