Got some angels on our roadway shoulders:...

Got some angels on our roadway shoulders: Conceptual artist Jill D’Agnenica’s plan to place thousands of eight-inch-tall plaster seraphs throughout L.A. was only briefly interrupted by the 6.6 bolt from heaven.

Within hours, she said, “one of my roommates skateboarded up the 118 and put an angel up there. Another of my roommates left one looking down that gaping hole on Balboa Boulevard (see photo). We also gave some to the National Guardsmen at the Northridge Fashion Mall.”

D’Agnenica came up with the cherub distribution idea last April as a kind of symbolic healing for L.A. on the first anniversary of the 1992 riots (you remember the riots, the disaster before the fires.)

After the quake, she said, “it seemed appropriate to place some near the epicenter. We just wanted to do something simple and silly and show there’s still hope even after the worst disaster.”

D’Agnenica doesn’t know what happened to the quake angels. “Someone may have taken them,” she said, “or they may have tumbled down and disappeared after an aftershock.”

Or taken wing.

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Poor guy must have lost his closet in the quake: Susan Tellem found a business card that said, “Nude Handyman . . . For Women Only . . . Services include cleaning, painting, minor repairs, enclosed yardwork. Also available: party services. Call Brad.”

Tellem, who sent us a photocopy of the card, added that she’s keeping the original “for future reference.”

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The next slogan on California’s license plates?Beside a “For Sale” sign on a Northridge house, P.C. Martin spotted an additional, hand-lettered notice that said: “Some Assembly Required.”

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But, enough about quakes . . . : Let’s get back to the fires. Ann Luke saw a Southern California Gas Co. billboard in Sierra Madre, which proclaimed: “It’s hard to spot the fakes in this town.” (Funny--we’d heard that said about Hollywood, but never quiet, respectable Sierra Madre.)

Anyway, Luke points out that the ad, which is a pitch for gas logs, depicts flames “dancing above the top of the billboard (in) stark relief against the blackened foothills that were recently scorched with real flames. We in Sierra Madre can surely tell the fake fires from the real ones!”

Further proof that everyone in the Southland is a disaster expert of some kind.

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A real porcelain-medal winner: And, finally, we wish to thank Jay Hersey for sending along his earthquake yarn, a poem titled, “Caught on the Commode With No Place to Go.”

While we don’t have room to print the lyrics, we promise to include it in our planned guide, “Places to Sit Out an Earthquake.”

miscelLAny:

A blizzard of radio ads apparently didn’t do the trick for Flagstar Cos. of Spartanburg, S.C., which is shutting down or selling several Southern California restaurants in its Lenny’s chain . . . Uh, Denny’s.