even though im not always in agreement with his policies

it has been interesting having an action hero as a governor during a crisis.

however if you watch the video, drink every time you wanna say “someone shut up that KID!”

heres what ahnold just tweeted at 9:59pm:

It’s almost 10 and they r still running drills upstairs. Trying 2 pass the same bills I vetoed hours ago. We need 2 solve entire deficit.
11 minutes ago from TwitterBerry

using youtube and twitter as your own personal communications beacon is pretty logical, yet still somewhat futuristic because i dont see that many big time politicians doing it.

met chokey chicken last night

nice guy who swears he can get me some beastie seats at the bowl.

once upon a time this blog used to be something. it used to break boundaries and get spread around the globe. it used to shake the foundations and rattle the comfortable.

there was a time when kids used to copy what i was doing and try it themselves.

there was a moment when i could do lots of things and people would notice, watch, and participate.

once i dated this beautiful cuban girl with amazing eyes and an unreal work ethic. shed also never been kissed. as time passed i eventually kissed her by saying look over there, is that a UFO? she was balled up and shivvering on the corner of my couch – tanned slick hot legs all curled up and i said that ufo is here to watch my badass moves im fixin to bust.

and then i commenced to busting.

one day that girl said tony i think you should shave off all yr hair. i was all, nah. she was like and not only that but i wanna shave it all off. i said lemme kiss you again and afterwards she shaved off my beautiful afro.

at that point i said you know i really shouldnt just throw my afro into the garbage because some fool might buy this hair if i put it on ebay.

chokey chicken was that fool.

he and his buddy outbid dozens of others and i sent my fro and several other things to the boys and everyone lived happily ever. right?

upon meeting mr chicken and his delightful gf (although he doesnt list her as his gf on facebook so maybe i have a chance) he reminded me that he had bought my hair and during some point his father mistook it for stuff you stuff cardboard boxes with and threw it out.

my beautiful hair! in a west virginian landfill!! shorn by a sultry cubana!

there was a time when the busblog would end posts with time-honored lessons so that all would learn from my ridiculous experiences.

so the moral of this story is: always set a high reserve.

dolly reminds us to live every day as if it was our last

meanwhile Quincy Jones in today’s paper explains how the King of Pop was channeling Bill and Ted well before it was cool to do so:

In 1978, Sidney Lumet pulled me kicking and screaming into doing the music for “The Wiz,” and in hindsight I’m so glad he did. As the scarecrow, Michael dove into the filming of “The Wiz” with everything that he had, not only learning his lines but those of everyone in the cast. Prior to filming, Michael and I were working at my home and he asked if I could help find him a producer to work with him on his first solo album from Epic.

At rehearsals with the cast, during the part where the scarecrow is pulling proverbs from his stuffing, Michael kept saying “So-Crates” instead of “Socrates.” After about the third time, I pulled him aside and told him the correct pronunciation. He looked at me with these big wide eyes and said, “Really?” and it was at that moment that I said, “Michael, I’d like to produce your album.”

It was that wonderment that I saw in his eyes that locked me in. I knew that we could go into completely unexplored territory, a place that as a jazz musician gave me goose bumps.

Q’s remembrance is insightful, touching, and classy. And very sweet.

More Quincy: Upon hearing that the magazine that he founded (and sold) is suddenly shuttering, he tells Ebony that he wants it back. h/t Lynne

i went to san dieger this weekend to see my truest

even though i hate san dieger i had a good time

while i was there we had lunch with OMG DANIELLE!

she was all, lemme pose for your busblog readers

the food was good, the convo was great and if i never go back to san dieger ever again at least my last time there was quite joyous and beautiful

on friday karisa and i had lobster at her house and bubbly and she passed out and i drew moustaches on her face and laughed and laughed. it was a great weekend.