Q. What’s better Blogging Bull-pucky… or straight truthin’?

as you may have noticed the tagline of the busblog is “nothing in here is true”, and the busblog has provided me with pretty much anything any blogger could want: wine, women, and a good paying job.

i say set up your blog the way that will allow you to write as well as you can. for me that tag line allows me the right to flat out lie. do people always believe that line? nope. does it mean that people may not trust everything written on this site? sure – but who cares – you shouldn’t believe everything you read on the web (unless it’s from a trusted site like latimes.com)

but some people wont write Anything on their blog because they are afraid of the repercussions from their friends family or bosses. if thats the case then they should get a private blog and/or just write fiction. but for the most part, blogging can be an exercise about baring ones soul and being honest to oneself and the world. thus keeping it real and telling the ugly truth, to me, is the better way to blog.

Q. What are your top 10 directors of all time? (any time period, genre, country)

1. Stanley Kubrick
2. Buster Keaton
3. Alfred Hitchcock
4. Woody Allen
5. Spike Lee
6. Quentin Tarentino
7. Orson Wells
8. Akira Kurosawa
9. Spike Jonze
10. Andrew Blake

all of us. it’s our one unified shared experience.

we might not all kiss the prettiest girl in school.

we might not all find our true love.

we might not all live the california dream of a house, two kids, a mistress, and a nanny.

but we will all die.

and yet most of us run around like there is not an invisible expiration date stamped on our foreheads.

most of us float through life like we don’t influence each other.

most of us coast through our days as if we have infinity to make a difference.

this video game, this rock show, this slow dance ends with worms eating us.

the end.

so while we have this sliver of time of animation, no matter what the losers in your social circle tell you through verbal and non verbal means

you have a chance to rock.

you have a chance to be the led zeppelin of your block.

you have the chance to be better than every one else who has ever done the thing that you do.

and as cheesy as it sounds, its all up to, and only up to you.

if you work at a college newspaper, if you play in the marching band, if you volunteer at a shelter, it doesnt matter. whatever it is, you have the tools, you have the spirit, you have the chance

to kick it up a notch.

not because you are so special, but because, and you know this, because everyone else is playing this game in slow motion.

everyone else is waiting for a time out on the field.

everyone else is waiting for a distraction in their day to allow them the coffee break of their lives or the shiny keys to jangle.

they say they want to rock, but they dont really.

they say they want to be the best, but come on.

they say they are committed to excellence, but the only thing they’ve ever committed to is dragging their feet and indirectly dragging everyone else down a step with them.

so the question is when will you stop the cycle of mediocrity in your life, shift out of second gear and

floor it

if you say “today” you still dont get it.

the only correct answer is now.

because “today” is the day people will die.

now is the time we live.

everythings a drinking game to me

like every time sarah palin said you betcha or winked i drank a shot.

every time someone makes the Dumbest Mistake on the Internet Ever i drink a shot.

or every time i miss Harry Caray while watching the Cubs lose, i drink a shot.

when i sober up and make it out into the real world i take “virtual shots”.

like the other day at Target i saw a lady with a super tight shirt on and i took a shot for each of her rolls that she could have easily “hid” with, i dont know, clothes that acutally fit her.

tonight running i took a virtual shot every time someone annoyed me: like the cars that exited Barnsdale Park at 10pm forcing me to run on the grass

or the bike riding down the sidewalk when all day when im driving they seem to have no problem “sharing the road” with the cars.

one guy without a water bottle in his hand tried to race me down this one street and i let him win for a block but i knew he’d die trying so i upped my pace just a tad and got him over by Bukowski Square.

and i took a virtual shot.

these are some of the lessons i wont be able to share with my children until theyre at least eleven or twelve.

which is another reason why kids are not nearly as fun as people make them out to be.

and such boring light weights.