it might not be for you, but for me Ubering is spiritual

youre out there swimming with sharks

the people of Los Angeles aren’t the greatest drivers.

they’re from all over the world, they have different ideas of what the rules of the road are

they’re drunk, they’re high, they’re fighting via text, they’re taking selfies, they’re eating, they’re mad, sad, joyous

and the traffic isn’t great.

thus, if you don’t have to be out there, you probably shouldn’t because you could get hit, shot, enticed into a fight.

the earth could open up and swallow you right in there.

therefore if you ask me, you should trust your instincts. if you dont wanna be out there, dont go. if you feel trapped, escape. if you are solely doing it for the money or the surge or the bonus: i cant imagine too many good things happening.

but if youre out there first and foremost to help the people get around then you will.

if youre out there to be informative and loving and you are sharing the city with your passengers

then very good things will happen

sometimes even for you.

if cats cared they wouldnt be called cats

theyd be called nurses.

nurse came over my house the other day and said

stick out your tongue

say ahhhhhh

how many fingers am i holding up

whats the square root of sandwich

why does the free bird sing

if a train left chicago on wednesday how many cold cokes will be in its fridge when it arrives in los angeles’ union station

why dont you floss more

why is your door open

youre not mr goldblum

what are all these hats on the wall

where is your insurance card

you arent mr gold’s son

please put your shirt back on

i said please

if cats cared they’d say please more often.

do you ever feel stuck

like your wheels are spinning

like youre in traffic that aint moving

like youre trying to get your robe on but you cant find the sleeve hole

like youre digging and digging but

like youre searching and searching and

like youre dialing and

why am i dialing?

is this a dream? didnt we outlaw dreams?

like youre burying and burying

like youre swimming and

treading water

and splashing

and looking

and doggy paddling

and floating

and floating

and

float

in

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bear with me

took the cats in yesterday to get their annual check up and the lady said

these are the most behaved cats ive seen in here in a long time.

which is true, they’re good animals and ive taught them to be chill.

we have this little ESP that they clearly learned from the xbi

and im in the same wave length

today i was over by the beach getting ready to drive a whole lotta

4th of July Uber and Lyft rides when i got a message

yo, you should come back home

even though Prince and Michael can deal with rectal exams and weird offices

the booming of the fireworks in Hollywood apparently made them

uneasy.

as i drove through LA fireworks blossomed to the left and the right of me

like a coronation

it made me a little emotional because i love this city so much

and the weather was perfect and seriously every block there were little groups of people

just launching surface to air missiles with beautiful results.

for my entire half hour drive

boom boom ahhhhhhh

got home and the cats first pretended like it was all nbd

but soon they were both in my room,

high up by the tvs

and alert.

todays the fourth of july

the day all the good little boys and girls get to flee from their tyrannical countries

which are unsafe, underserved, and riddled with dirty air water and old men.

bring me your bags of cash the statue says

which oil company do you work for asks the survey

charlie cant read, but his driver can and fills out the paperwork

gets his hand stamped,

tips the doorman

and voila: americano.

when you run the country like a business

your closets become stuffed with receipts.

dear tony, why don’t you Uber/Lyft on Sundays?

im not sure if youve noticed but i am a devout follower of Jesus Christ.

we can hem and haw about some of the so-called rules in the bible, but it’s hard to call bullshit on something that was literally

written in stone.

and Take A Damn Day Off Once A Week

is written in stone right along with dont fucking murder any one and dont steal anyones shit.

you know, the list of no-brainers.

whats beautiful about why God tells us to take a day off every week is because

HE took a day off and when he looked back at it

it dawned on him that it was so good that everyone should take it off.

basically: sure you could work every day, but it is better if you don’t, and because you are probably like me and wont remember to take a day off, im gonna write it down for both of us so that we both remember

do not work every day.

indeed, on your day off, try to do as nothing as you can.

just chill til the next episode.

whats interesting is even at the xbi my bosses eventually stopped asking me to do things on weekends because i would start to get a little aggro if i wasn’t given the space to just

super unplug for two days straight.

like nothing having to do with work. no gameplans. no screenshots. no motivations.

nothing.

no xbi nothing.

and then monday id come in there hot as a rocket.

im old enough to remember the Tony Express.

back in olden times people tried to ride their horse from St Louis to Californee but about 1/3 of the way there, their horse would just sit down

and never get up.

the indians would be all, bro you have to give them rest. and water. and then rest.

but the cowboys would be like, but we have somewhere we gotta be.

so the smart people said, step right up, step right up, have we got something for you

it’s called the Tony Express

we’ve got horses, rested and watered horses, every hundred miles. you get on one, ride it fast and hard 100 miles, get off, and hop on a new happy one who’s had its two days of rest.

and it will run like youve never seen run ‘afore.

and then you get on the next-un and so on till youre in the Golden State faster’n youd ever believed.

then a giant conglomerate bought a bunch of horses too, called it the Pony Express

and history forgot about the inventor of it all

everyone, that is,

except the xbi.

happy canada day, heres a great idea for Uber

Passengers should be able to Favorite their favorite drivers. Even in a 10 minute trip a connection can be made and you want to have that driver again. Unfortunately Uber’s algorithm only matches a passenger with the closest driver.

However, one of your favorite drivers might just be 1 or 2 minutes away from the closest driver so it might not be that inconvenient.

PLUS, because both Uber and drivers want those dolla dolla bills .. IF the passenger chooses to use their favorite driver, Uber should alert the passenger that the fare is multiplied by 1.5x as a “tip” to the driver.

Would you pay 25% more to ride with someone who you actually liked enough to Favorite? As opposed to some random person who you might not like? Of course you would.  Drivers are the same way. I would much rather drive someone who I liked who went out of their way to Favorite me, who also is waiting a little longer for me, and is willing to give me a 25% bonus.

This is one of those rare win-win-win scenarios.

The kind that never see the light of day because not enough people read the busblawwwwg any mores.

 

someone said, we’re getting old T, what about our legacy

i said real friends dont call me T

he was like, yeah but like the Sopranos…

i said, when you see Tony Soprano be my guest to call him that.

he continued, ok whatever, but what about our legacy? are you gonna write any more books or do something big so that when you’re gone the people will remember you and will say ‘yeah but tony pierce, he was the shit.”

i said, no one remembers no one. not for the right reasons at least.

plus thats the biggest fakeout around.

consider Buster Keaton. dude was doing stunts that even the cops today wouldnt allow.

bro said more with his eyes than actors today can say with the best scripts

but you know how many times i see anyone with a Buster Keaton shirt

or read about how this guy is the modern day Keaton?

how about never.

theres only one person who needs to know our names when we die

and thats Jesus.

worrying about whether tom dick or harrys grandkids or great grandkids are gonna read Stiff or How to Blog or The House on the Hill

or omg Ilka is a giant waste of time

not only will they not read it, but in the rare chance they stumble across it due to some weird ass SEO or a Throwback Thursday 3000, they wont understand it or relate or they’ll get distracted by the lowercase

just like these days

which is why i put up pictures.

hi future.

sorry about the air and water.

The 3rd string catcher who hit that Grand Salami in the playoffs is gone

Miguel Montero, the cool under pressure, but one who was known to keep it real when a reporter’s mic was in his face, has “cut ties” with the World Champion Chicago Cubs today in the wake of him OMG criticizing struggling pitcher Jake Arrieta after one dude for the Nationals stole 4 bases off the battery yesterday in the Nation’s Capitol.

“That’s the reason they were running left and right today because they (Arrieta) were slow to the plate. Simple as that,” the 33 year-old backstop told reporters. “It’s a shame it’s my fault because I didn’t throw anyone out.

“It really sucked because the stolen bases go on me but when you really look at it the pitcher doesn’t give me any time so yeah, ‘Miggy can’t throw anyone out’ but my pitchers don’t hold anyone on.”

Montero hasn’t thrown out any baserunners in 31 attempts this season. He is owed $14 million for this season, which the Cubs will probably eat as they attempt to move him within 10 days.

The hero of Game 1 of last year’s NLCS was super classy when he took to Twitter today to say adios to the city, the fans, and the Cubs