of the first black president giving stevie wonder an award presented by the library of congress

one of my faves of course being president obama saying “… so give it up for stevie wonder”

xtx + oceanaria + keira-anne

rex grossman will be a free agent officially at 11pm tonight

and all around chicago and anywhere there are bear fans you will hear the clinking of budweiser tall boys in celebration.

the chicago tribune has some of the details.

and im a tad nervous

even though ive done this sorta thing a few times i always get a few butterflies, which is nice, it reminds me im alive.

i get nervous because i dont wanna say the wrong thing and embarrass my boss or the paper.

what will i say? same old same old: dream, dream big, then dream bigger. kiss the people you like, live, then write it down.

A-B-B: always be blogging.

dont listen to the haters in your life. theyre on the planet to hate, youre on the planet to rock.

without the haters the game wouldnt be as fun. how fun would basketball be if there was no one defending you?

how fun would dating be if all the girls showed up to yr door with a tshirt that said i <3 busblog? how fun would pacman be without Blinky Inky Stinky and Mel? be creative, be outrageous, be ridiculous, forget about spelling, forget about design, forget about rules, just write. write till you get carpal tunnel. write until you get fired from E!, write until your girlfriends hand in their i <3 busblog halfshirts because theyre sick about getting written about. write at night, write when youre tired, write when you have nothing to say, write when you have everything to say. have secret blogs, have public blogs, have group blogs, have blogs where you write as the opposite sex. have video blogs have dream blogs have nightmare blogs have daydream blogs. omg have a blog where nothings true. some might say this advice is good for writers but not photographers. i would say you should have posted that complaint in a blog and added a photo. i would have said add a photo essay, i would have said made a gallery in flickr with 100 people frowning. the world is yr oyster, get a bib. then tell us and show us and share with us how it tasted.

i dont need a dishwasher i dont need a new mattress

i dont need a tv in the living room. i dont need an xwife. i dont need rush limbaugh to hope america succeeds. i dont need a washer and dryer where my fridge is.

i dont need any new clothes. i dont need to fly first class. i dont need rockstar parking. i dont need fries with that.

i dont need a vip pass. i dont need a gazillion readers to the busblog. i dont need haters to suddenly stop hating.

i dont need new sheets. i dont need a hand. i dont need a million comments on every post. i dont need to write another book. i dont need higher education. i dont need to get it.

i dont need howard stern on demand on my directv. i dont need the cubs to get manny. i dont need the right wing blogosphere to give obama a chance. i dont need a house two point three kids a minivan and one point two wives.

i dont need a flowbee or a shamwah or a blanket with arms in it. i dont need any stimulus relief. i dont need to read another book by margaret atwood.

all i need is just a few more hours of sleep.

but shes stroking my arm with her presson nails.

which isnt the universal sign for pleasant dreams bloggr.

so i roll over and say like janet jackson, i need a beat.