Since being put on notice with the advent of DoNotCall.gov, the telemarketing industry has become a beast wildly thrashing its tail as it lies dying. This crowd knows it's not a popular one and that the people have spoken, so, at least with me, it's making a final assault. Ever since DoNotCall.gov went up, telemarketers have been upping the ante at my place, calling incessently from 5 to 7:30 p.m. The upswing has been unmistakable. And it's so bad now that I screen all my calls during this time period. In true low-class spirit, most of these calls are now "hang-ups." If not that, the message will kick in with what first seems like a dial tone that quickly fades, and then the "message" terminates. To minimize the annoyance, I turn off my telephone's ringer during these hours (I do not like to have my evening Star Trek: TNG DVD experience interrupted). Thing is, why should anybody have to put up with this at all? October cannot arrive soon enough. And another thing that bugs me: Why the hell is there not a single deli in Los Angeles that can offer roast beef that is actually roasted? Is there something about Angelenos that makes blood-red deli roast beef appealing? The stuff doesn't even taste like beef when it's raw. I mean, what's the deal here? I want deli roast beef that has been cooked, damn it. Oh, and I still hate station-bug logos as much as ever. They're one of three major reasons I cancelled cable TV in my house.