but most of me cant stop obsessing over LAist
which is about to break another record for most hits in a month

and a little part of me is happy to be dating online

i think its eh

this morning the old dude who plowed his car through santa monica’s farmers market

who killed 10 people including little kids

and hurt close to 70 people

a man who didnt go to court, didnt go to the judgement, and today didnt go to the sentencing,

a man who was only accused of manslaughter because he was in his 80s at the time and murder would have been trickier to convict him with

even though murder was exactly what he did

was given probation. just probation.

even though witnesses say they heard him say to the angry mob who wanted to tear him apart, “you saw me coming, why didnt you get out of the way.”

even though the judge today said that the old white man deserved prison and showed no remorse and never claimed any responsibility in any way.

probation.

old and white in santa monica, you can get away with murder even if the jury says youre guilty and the judge says you should be in jail.

then michael richards, tvs kramer, called people niggers and got banned from telling his bad jokes.

then ojs book got canceled. but it looks like oj will still get paid.

then paris and britney had a girls night out in vegas and didnt invite me.

last night i woke up feeling a tad under the weather. i want to blame the canadian girl who spent a few days in my bed for infecting my blankets and pillows, but because shes white and this is LA, i will have to let her off on probation.

from 10:30a – 11:00a being interviewed about the ucla taser scandal

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to write a book about blogging. instead i should write a book about getting a book deal.

rule number one: turn down every offer. very politely.

its murphys law that when you get a gig to blog for a living, thus ruining any free time that you might have, the publishers bang down your door to… write. dont they see the problem there?

the paradox. the irony. the non-synchrnocity?

recently i was at a very nice lunch at Blogger’s headquarters surrounded by people who i have nothing but respect for, and out of my giddiness to be around them and on the Google grounds, i blurted out something that i felt bad about an hour later and for the rest of the day.

something happened and i said that no one at the table was really a “real blogger”. one lady spoke up and said that she was, and upon further review, i agreed with her, coldly leaving everyone else feeling crappy, im sure.

what i mean by real blogger is someone who blogs every day or pretty damn near every day. there are a few people who blog several times a day every day and those are super bloggers, but to me if you blog regularly on your blog only taking one or two days off a week you are, in my mind “a real blogger.”

does that mean that if you only write once a week you cant have a good blog? of course not. Maddox hardly ever fucking blogs, therefore hes not a busblog approved “real blogger” but his blog is great and it gets more traffic than 99.9% of the web.

he is the exception, not the rule.

indeed, one could say that pretty much everyone on the Technorati Top 100 are the exceptions. people who blog and millions of others read their work.

the rule, strangely enough, is that a blog is something that is updated only a few times a month, and is only read by close friends and family. therefore if you actually get hits and regular readers, you are an exception. if you get tens of thousands of hits you are an abnormality. and if you get millions you are a blogger and in olden times would be cast out or burned.

the people at my lunch table were better than bloggers, they are blog-enablers. they are the gears that need to turn to make the machine work. theyre in the shit so deep that they’re essential. and because of that they are loved. and because of that i felt badly because what i might have said might have been insulting to them which wasnt the point since there shouldnt really be anything “good” about being a blogger any more than there should be any prize awarded to chronic masturbators. and to get paid to do it in public isn’t that far removed from exhibitionism

which leads us to this tale.

two chicks came over last night thinking i was a drug dealer, not a blogger.

their friend had been drinking and told them my name and address when indeed she meant someone elses name and address. how you could confuse me for a drug dealer is pretty preposterous since i dont like the phone to ring or the door to be knocked but i guess thats why they call it dope.

anyways within seconds we had realized the mistake and laughed, and i offered the girls some beer, which they accepted. and then i did something that made me laugh afterwards because it was intentionally mean. in a not-so-mean way.

i went to my fridge and saw that i still had some cans of Miller Lite left over from my party last month. to me theres nothing worse tasting and silly than Lite beer from Miller. but for some reason the youth of America has no problem with it and seeing as if these twitchy chicks who probably should have been carded, looked like they probably had some sort of homework awaiting them, i poured a can each into clean glasses and served it to them.

they didnt notice. and, in fact, asked for another when it was offerred.

and left tipsy, blushing, and probably, never to return again.

but at least i got rid of some dead stock.

madpony returned for you

i like to stay at home and write, or go to the beach and write, or sit by the pool and write.

my favorite days are the ones when i get no pressing email, no messages on my phones, and nobody knocks on my door.

the exceptions to those rules are those who usually email call and knock, which for some reason only encourages those who usually dont.

kira from kanada kame by this week and we spent a few days together and i was driving her to the greyhound bus station and everything was going well until i told her that i had called caesars and told them that i wouldnt be using those triumph the insult comic dog tickets.

she said, really? wanna go to san francisco with me, then? and i searched for excuses to say no, and i could find none. so we doubled back and i packed up and we went through malibu, isla vista, salinas, and arrived in frisco just in time for some el faro lita burritos.

this afternoon we had lunch with some super cool people at google + blogger in mountain view, without whom this busblog probably would not be here.

then had a sit down with mr ev williams without whom this busblog definately wouldnt be here.

then went past the full house house, drove across the golden gate bridge, and then picked up some house of nan king.

i dropped her off in chinatown because she had a few hours to kill before her bus took her up to vancouver, and i crept into the rushhour traffic that is the bay bridge, the 580 and then the 5.

and just as weird as it was spending so much time with just one person, it was weird suddenly being alone. as always i got a little sleepy after eating the shrimp fried rice and nan king chicken so i took a quickie nap at a truck stop for ten minutes and then drove that long dark highway.

google is an interesting place, thats for sure. you feel like youre at willie wonkas factory. the food is delicious, free, and plentiful. the people are very young. the dogs seem happy. and i saw an RV that said mobile dentist on it.

in isla vista theyre building student family housing on the rugby fields.

also, you know you’re with a young woman when she has no idea about most of the pop culture references that you mention,

and you know youre a freak when, she confides that her favorite artist is hillary duff, and you say, sure, lets hear her record, you can identify not one not two but three songs.

my video interview with ev

where would you go?

i like being interviewed. usually. particularily if im asked good questions. im not sure i know the dude in charge of bloggasm but he asked good questions.

heres an excerpt:

Simon Owens: How hard is it for you to balance between blogging for LAist and your personal blog? I noticed a recent post in which you’ve expressed guilt for not blogging enough on your personal blog, why do you think this is?

Tony Pierce: It’s not hard to balance, because there is no balance. I spend every waking moment thinking about LAist. I do feel guilty that the busblog has become second in my heart. But what can you do? Very few people get the opportunity to be a professional blogger. And there’s no way that I want to ruin things for others who might get this chance. So I want to do everything I can to make LAist more successful so that other publishers will see that if you pay dedicated bloggers a full-time wage that they will give 100% and give you a return on your investment.

There will be a time where I will figure out how to balance both blogs better, but right now pretty much anything that I think is bloggable ends up on LAist.

you can read the whole interview here

they were amazing. heres some clips:

a full song and a jam over at LAist.