today the capitol police let an angry mob invade congress

everyone knew they were coming.

the president said he was looking forward to seeing everyone there.

and they showed up and for some reason the national guard wasnt there waiting

for some reason the few capitol police who could do anything opened the gates and let them in

then when they were inside the cops didnt say much other than

happy new year

then hell broke loose

then all of congress had to hide

one congresslady was in a room with a bunch of republicans and they werent wearing masks

so she was all, excuse me, im going to go to a worse hiding place

with less room, but at least i’ll be around people with masks.

four people died.

one lady died because she was trying to bust through and a cop just shot her. dead.

another guy accidentally tasered himself and got a heart attack.

which is why i say this to you:

i love you.

im sorry im not always there for you.

im sorry im a fucking weirdo times infinity.

im sorry that i might freak out and freak people out sometimes

but what we all learned today was some people can get away with anything they want

they can go into secure areas, scale walls, assault officers

waltz into the speaker of the house’s anteroom and steal her mail.

and then walk back to their comped fancy hotel room.

what we learned is i am not one of those people who gets away with much.

which is ok.

today amber was all, im realizing you have a hard life.

i said nah.

she said yeah.

i said hard is sleeping in a tent right now under the hollywood freeway.

or worse:

wishing you had a tent.

this is a picture of me and my mom in Georgia

back when i was first learning about Government.

i asked, how many Black senators are there?

she said, are you kidding?

i asked, all of them?

she said none of them fool!

and her friend laughed so hard she nearly dropped her baby.

so then i asked, well you can see into the future,

when will the first senator from Georgia get elected?

and she said, you will be bald and fat before that happens.

i said what?

she said, the other party will have to do everything wrong, repeatedly, loudly, they’ll have to withhold vital relief money from the entire state, they’ll have to be cowardly, and unusually evil.

and then, my sweet boy, then Georgia will hire a Black man for Senate.

and she rubbed my little snow cap and aimed me at my grandpa holding the camera

and i closed my eyes and thought

bald?

i had a hard time sleeping last night

shouldnt i?

death is literally around every corner.

i was at the store last week and i heard someone sneeze and i darted in the opposite direction like it was a shotgun blast

on that trip i also got a covid test in a church parking lot and today they called

but because it was coming from some 714 area code i was all, pass.

they left a message saying they had my test results and i should call back.

i was scared to death! i had been up all night with constipation, and then the opposite and when i wake up in the middle of the night i have a hard time going back to sleep, especially with the world imploding

so i called back asap and they were all, you’re good.

and i wanted to yell: couldn’t you just have texted me that? or emailed? or left that on the message?

why make me call back? i know its a medical thing, but if there’s not a virus, it’s not medical. it’s nothing. it’s the opposite of Anything.

let me check a box off on the form where I let you text me a big thumbs up if im negative.

life doesnt need to be hard.

life is hard enough.

thank God i have Tums and the Lord above looking out for me when im dumb enough to leave my home.

no more home leaving for a while.

today the 101 cafe was shut down forever

it was a throwback to all things mid century modern

on the ground floor of best western

at the foot of the hollywood hills

next to the 101 hollywood freeway.

it looked exactly like a place your grandparents ate breakfast at when they were dating

rascals.

usually packed with hipsters,

jet setters,

and locals,

i know i ate there at least four or five times but not one memory of the food or the company come to mind.

it was perfectly fine in every way.

i dont even remember there being any issues parking, which is saying something in that part of town.

its shutting down

COVID

i wonder if best western thinks how hard is it to make eggs and bacon

sandwiches and whatnot?

i wonder if they think just any old thing would work in there

just because of the legend and momentum

just keep everything looking the same,

lease it out to film productions until everyone has a vaccine

and then find a young chef who knows how to make avocado toast

and mimosas

and call it a day?

put like a mini starbucks in there or something

is that what someones thinking up in corporate?

or worse are they thinking about making it a starbucks

plug and play

bing bam boom

bobs yr uncle

but heres the problem with that

lorde and sally draper arent gonna wanna chill at the starbucks under the best western

which, i hate to say it

was one of the nice things about that place

even the stars loved it there even though theyd probably get seen.

that sort of joint is rare here.

no offense

people are moving out of LA, and that’s fine

they heading out to texas and the deep south and vegas, florida

anywhere where there arent state income taxes and homelessness and traffic and insane real estate prices

and i am on top of runyun canyon, where lemmy posed for this picture,

and im pointing east saying that way fuckers

that way.

like mr motorhead, ive lived in hollywood now 37% of my life. all in this 1 bedroom apt.

lemmy had a 1bd in hollywood too.

lately ive been watching videos on youtube of people moving out of LA buying houses.

and i look at other videos of people around the world: bali, manila, mexico city, india, tokyo to see what its like there

how much they spend on rent, what they do for fun

and the weirdest thing happened: i realized i have it good here.

thanks to 5 years driving uber, if you give me a cross street i pretty much know where it is and whats around it.

and how to get there quickest.

do i want to explore? of course.

but the more i talk with people the more i learn how little i know about this place.

how little i know about the history and what makes people tick.

would it be nice to have a pool and a hot tub and a dishwasher, yes.

but it’s also nice not to have to start all over

even if it’s on a tropical isle

with a rooftop cabana

and maids that come whenever you want

for six bucks.

in the bible theres a little aside about an old king

 

let me look it up, yes here it is first kings first chapter second line

Therefore his servants said to him, “Let a young woman, a virgin, be sought for our lord the king, and let her stand before the king, and let her care for him; and let her lie in your bosom, that our lord the king may be warm.”

and sometimes i’ll look at my odometer and then i’ll look at amber’s and i’ll think, did my servants give me this virgin so i could be warm?

then i remember im not king of shit

and amber is not the type to lay in anyone’s bosom for too long

let alone a blogger

but she does take care of me.

right now im eating some peas and carrots, potatoes, and crumbled beyond beef.

her goal is to feed me 5 different vegetables a day.

the beyond beef should count as one, maybe two.

for some reason she wants me alive for a few more years.

i do look good without a shirt

today i had a mcrib for lunch

i got it at the mcdonalds on vine just south of sunset.

i order it without onions or pickles.

amber and i had been bickering, so i took a little drive to get some baseball cards by Six Flags.

it was gonna be a long drive so she could cool off.

her anger had nothing to do with me.

and this year i am going to do my best to diffuse all arguments

even though im undefeated in twitter fights

and have a winning percentage in verbal bouts.

this year though im hanging up my gloves.

im gandhi in 2021.

peace love and mcribs, like libras should be.

when you order no onions or pickles one of two things happen

either they wipe them off of there and reapply extra bbq sauce

or they just make a fresh one for you.

lately ive been getting fresh ones.

another thing you should know: a mcrib ala cart will set you back $4.35, which is outrageous.

worse is when you get the combo which can climb up to $8.

it’s terrible because a large coke ala cart is $1. which means youre paying A LOT for those fries.

great as they are, fuckem.

anyways i had made it to the valley when amber called me and apologized and asked me to come home and not catch covid.

an angeleno is dying every 10 minutes right now for doing dumb things like going to walmarts.

i accepted her apology and told her that i am here for her

i am her rock.

not like Peter the Rock who dissed the Lord three times before the cock crowed but like an actual rock

one that is hard to sleep with, stubborn, and old.

but there for her.

she said ok.

things were better when i got home. but not perfect. people are mean to her. it sucks.

so much sucks.

but not that mcrib.

mmmmmmm

happy new year busbloggers

as you can tell from the image on the right, my production here on the world famous busblog has diminished year over year.

i barely got 200 posts on here last year.

true, i wrote 100 posts on Los Angeleno, but that’s no excuse.

this is my baby. this is my soul.

some call LAist my baby, and i can see that a little but even then it was the product of a group home. now it’s at a boarding school.

well the busblog is finished with finishing school.

i dont math well but i think the busblog becomes legal this year.

which is crazy.

everythings crazy.

luckily everything’s been crazy for a long long time. so we just have to read books to figure out how to pilot this riverboat down the mighty mississip.

and heres how we get that number back up in the 500s where it belongs.

first imma stop twittering so much.

and maybe slow down on facebook.

why give Zuck all my content?

he aint need it.

my problem is i go where the interactions are. and in social media the people respond.

for a long time on this blog people would just basically say omg tony you are so great. and you know, that never got old.

so i kept blogging because as someone with low self esteem, that was like sunlight to a plant. it would perk me up.

now i resort to likes and retweets, which is fine because it helped me learn how to get those for the jobs i had worked for.

but theres something unique about blogging, something that transcends the good people saying omg love you.

for example right now i have a cat napping on my thigh while The Seeds play on my Alexa “Daisy May”.

i read something great the other day that i wanna try to a smaller extent.

the great drummer ?estlove said he tries to listen to 100 new songs (new to him) every day. he just listens to something then scrolls down to what his streaming service says is similar to that song. and he repeats that 100 times.

me, imma ask Alexa to play a band i really dont know. Today i said The Seeds.

way better than i expected.

its cold today in this house, im wearing my Buzznet hoodie. im thinking about turning up the heat.

im thinking i should figure out a way to post 2x a day.

it’s not hard.

im not trying to be shakespeare.

and yes i am just trying to up my numbers.

but maybe in trying… something good will come.