congratulations LAist!

while lots of blogs were out hiding and finding eggs instead of blogging, LAist was hustling as they should!

Friday afternoon my alma matter posted a few dozen pics of the tri-yearly UCLA Undie Run, a continuing tradition at both the campus and the blog. Usually LAist will get a nice bump of 100k page views or so – a little less if there arent many good stories, a little more if some wacky Russian or Croatian blog finds it. But Saturday it got on Digg and it shot across the web like wildfire racking up over a half million page views in just two days.

there were months when we struggled to get a half million hits and this weekend LAist did better than that in just two days. so i take my hat, shirt, and pants off to you Undie Runners and Undie Bloggers. maybe now the belief that you cant get hits or traffic on weekends or over holidays can be officially put to rest. you can get traffic whenever you want, you just have to be on top of stories and present them in ways people can get behind.

sometimes i feel weird about being 101 years old

its usually after ridiculously free college girls come over to my bachelor pad with taco bell on easter night with diet coke and baccardi, and act ridiculously free and afterwards we watch mtv hd and talk about music,

and then its revealed that babygirl was born a few months before the beastie boys came to the greek with run dmc, dj hurricane, that one lady in the cage, just one record, and more importantly with cases of budweiser beer which they poured over each other, themselves, the stage, and the crowd.

you missed everything i teller as the glow of the tv illuminates my messy room, which wasnt nearly as messy as before she drove over

you missed the back in black tour you missed when the scorpions ruled you missed the twin tone rock before the storm and you missed grunge.

i didnt miss grunge she said and explained that she was at the nirvana concert at the forum with bob goldwaith and the butthole surfers

get out you were?

she reached over me to dip the cold chips into the cheeselike cheese which she ordered extras of. something i teased her about but now im grateful for cuz it isnt bad on bagels in the morning.

yes my mom took me and she cried during the acoustic part and i was so confused cuz why would you cry at a concert.

just like why would you obsess over age when theres chalupas waiting to be devoured.