i like my rockstars crazy

i pretty much like my everyone crazy. but fun crazy. creative crazy. supernatural crazy.

not mean crazy or violent crazy or scary crazy.

got fixed up with this babe not that long ago and later the matchmaker said sorry she was so crazy and i was all what are you apologizing about, that was the best part about her.

she thought that because i continually tried to water down her craziness that i didnt like it, no i loved it, it just had to be contained. focused. specialized.

last time we ever made out was in the backseat of my car in the hollywood hills.

at some point she said, is there a banana peel on the floor?

twenty minutes later she realized that she wasnt the crazy one at all.

and i never saw her again.

dear people who comment on my blog:

i heart you. i heart you with all my heart.

i heart you so much that you dont even know.

mostly because youre sweet and always say sweet things.

but second mostly because youve put up with the death of Haloscan and the putsch of Echo or whatever that thing is that has replaced our dear old comment box.

i heart you because i know how hard it is to leave a comment in that box now, especially if theres a video in the post. i heart you because you muddle through all the nonsense just to brighten my day.

i heart you because you have been raised right and are paying things forward.

there was a time when this blog would get dozens of comments in each and every post. i suppose those were also the days when i had hair, but i dont think the slowdown on one affected the slowdown of the other.

indeed i know that there are fewer comments today than ever before primarily because this new comment system is the worst user experience ever presented on this hallowed blog.

what i am here to tell you is, this too will pass.

there will be a day this year when the busblog and all that is here will move to a new platform. and it probably wont be Blogger. it will probably rhyme with Bird Stress.

i have done my best to remain loyal to the date i came to prom with, but over the 8-9 years that we’ve been slowdancing, she hasnt learned any new moves, and her dress seems more than tattered around the edges

and unfortunately it appears that her heart isnt in it any more.

how do i know this? because of the comments. Blogger saw that when Haloscan got worked over by Echo that bloggers on Blogger had two options: either use the stinky ass Blogger comments, or use the stinky ass Haloscan comments.

if i was king of the world, or better king of Blogger, id say oooo we have an opportunity here to do something great with comments.

i mean, Blogger isnt just Blogger, its Google. and whereas Google loves introducing new products (most recently Buzz), dont you think theyd be just as interested in improving a product used by millions of loyal customers? especially if said product (in this case a commenting product) could easily be integrated with Buzz (and Gmail, and Wave, and other Google products)?

instead they have appeared to turn their backs on Blogger. so if Google has abandoned the platform, exactly who am i being loyal to?

the most important people on this blog are you, the readers. i should be loyal to you.

because i heart you too.

so i thank you for your patience and i promise things will get better sooner as opposed to later.

my mom was a little disturbed that i shot pics of my apt

all messy-like

why would you do that? she asked on the phone.

just trying to keep it real, i said.

um, i thought nothing in yr blog was true!

she got me on that one.

deep down shes concerned about two things. the first is she still thinks im a reflection on her, which i suppose is somewhat true, but i really am an ancient mariner so at some point ive plotted my own destination and established my own reality.

but the second concern is she wants me to get married. even though i dont. and even though she didnt have the greatest luck in that arena, and neither has many of her friends and family.

its baffling to me how we as humans are so stubborn to continue the ways that we know only bring us grief and stress and sadness and heartbreak.

whats so bad about love and freedom? whats so horrible about meeting someone nice, having a fun time, making out, and then years down the road NOT RUINING THEIR LIVES?

worst thing i could ever do to a sweet girl is commit them to a life sentence with my black ass. its bad enough they have to see me without my shirt on.

which is a far more horrific sight than a few magazines and computer wires strewn about the crib.