ali and aj came over and we all ate brunch

ali me and ajthe best part of friends is they push your boundaries

they help you grow as a person.

me, i do everything i can to avoid growing, but fortunately i have been blessed by people around me who actually enjoy maturing, learning, and developing into even better versions of who they once were.

aj had the french toast with carmalized bananas

ali had the cobb salad

and i had the bacon eggs and grits. the grits were bad, the bacon was thick and wonderful

but aj won with her waffles which were amazing and delicious and understated and devilish.

be careful when you order a small juice at square one because it will be a little baby size

like omg i think you get more in a juice box.

i need to open a dennys in silver lake, but not cool like fred 62, but not trashtown like an actual dennys. somewhere in between. eggs bacon and vegan crud for the vegans, but when you order a juice you get a real glass of some damn juice. that shit does actually grow on trees, you know. dont be stingy.

i could drink a bucket of juice.

at my ghetto dennys i might actually serve buckets of juice. $5 for a large glass. $19.76 for a bucket for the table. fucker comes with a ladle. maybe its a souvenir ladle. great, you talked me into it. $19.76 it comes with a ladle for you to take home and show your friends.

maybe call the place the silver ladle.

bands’ll play.

yesterday i had an idea, last night a vision, this morning a dream

london falling

first let me tell you about my dream. i never dream. the xbi cut that problem out of my head.

but every now and then they try to telecast something in there to f with me and it does because its startling.

secondly let me tell you i love you. i do. and im sorry ive been such a failure lately. thats ending.

in the dream we were looking out at a nice swimming pool. in the pool was this computer graphic

it sorta looked like the Academy Award. it was huge. and i was all, how are you doing that, it looks so real.

was it a hologram? was it some weird 3D rendering? as a journalist till i die, i got into the pool to touch it.

when i did, it turned toward me and sort of wilted and then drowned.

suddenly everyone was extremely upset with me and all these storm troopers marched into the pool with me

but every time i touched one of them they too would wither and drown

then Darth Vader showed up. Then another Darth Vader, a lamer, more emo one.

so i got the f out of the pool and hid.

hiding in dreams, just like in life, is a worthless exercise.

i tried to blend in but all the people around me, who seemed to be sorta slow, robotic, but sweet

just went about their dealings while announcing what they were doing

mopping the floor. floor two, building nine. looking up. building nine. who is this? anthony pierce.

anthony pierce?

anthony pierce.

ANTHONY PIERCE ALERT ALERT

i was in major shit for killing all those things in the pool!

and then i woke up.

lets start this year off with the truth: i dont know squat

uber surge

i thought tonight was going to be dead. i thought all the new drivers were gonna drive and all of the passengers would be terrified of giant surge rates and this year would turn into what happened last year which was awfulness.

but just the opposite happened. hardly any drivers drove because they all got burned last year. meanwhile the last few weeks with Uber have been pretty much surge-free. ALSO lyft has pretty much the same rates and if you drive 30+ hours with lyft, you get a bonus. uber has no bonus.

therefore drivers who work both platforms stayed with lyft tonight. and straight up uber drivers either didnt work or made bank.

and here lies a huge problem with uber that i hope they see: because they’re sooooo inconsistent they are the same as being untrustworthy. lyft is always consistent, thus on big nights like new years, drivers are going to drive for lyft.

and because lyft does nice things like allows (and encourages) tipping, and has frequent driver bonuses, drivers drive for lyft. all night. and that causes a lack of supply on uber on a night of unprecedented demand.

THERE WERE VERY FEW CARS ON THE ROADS IN LA TONIGHT. why? because we have become used to ride sharing and we are tired of paying $15 for parking, and we want to drink. thus anyone who was going out was taking uber or lyft.

i was jetting around from the east side to the west side up to inglewood to usc to culver city, then out to venice to ring in the new year with ali and the roads were beautiful. only uber and lyft drivers pretty much, which also meant very few accidents or drunk drivers. we dont need no robot cars.

did someone try to puke in my car? yes. someone actually did puke in it, but i had the barf bag ready and i whipped it to her and she used the bag and all was well. nerve-racking, but a huge success. here it is now 4:40am and i still cant believe what went down. no car accidents, no insanity, no puke, and i got home and jeanine had some indian food and i warmed it up and now imma pass out and sleep my first sleep of this year with the realization that every day is a new day. respect it for what it is: a blank slate.

2010 tonight will say when

this year was as good as any year i suppose. good stuff happened, bad stuff happened.

in the long run, fortunately there was more good stuff than bad.

traveled more than i normally do. saw more movies than normal. went to the bowl more.

bought more new cars than normal. got luckier than normal, wink. took better pictures.

the blackhawks became world champs, the cubs became whatevers the opposite of that.

interviewed bruce willis, hugh hefner, and bababooey.

kissed a girl who looked like alecia keys in the late night mist in texas.

was completely amazed and in agreement with who tops the best concert of the year: Monotonix

cleaned up my credit which strangely was the only thing i accomplished from my resolution list.

didnt give blood enough didnt work out enough didnt eat right at all.

but i think i only missed one or two days of blogging.

resolutions for 2011: be more free and effective

and drastically change the busblog

happy nude year

hey our friend Heather has a new gig

and a new book

first about her new job… from the world famous Rabbit Blog (which is about the same age as this one)

This [Monday] morning I received several letters from concerned readers reassuring me that I’d find paid work soon. Worry not, fair readers! I left my job at Salon for a staff critic position at The Daily, an iPad-only publication described here and elsewhere. I’m writing about movies and TV now, which means that I occasionally shower, put on starchy pants, and drive across town to Beverly Hills to sit in the dark with other professional hermits. Exotic!

I have a fun new job. That said, I completely understand why many would assume that I’m unemployable. Like most people, I’m ambivalent about work, and feel strongly that any form of employment amounts to grabbing ankle for The Man. I feel this way not because I’m an idealist, but because I value the idiosyncrasies of my mediocre mind far more than I should, and feel that my mind should wander hither and thither, without concern for deadlines and paychecks and other such trivialities. My anti-capitalist impulses derive from nothing more honorable than idle narcissism.

Her interview with Smith magazine is really good and insightful, and gives you a good taste of her memoir “Disaster Preparedness”. But the best part is at the end when this exchange occurs:

Q. Finally, Heather Havrilesky, what’s your Six-Word Memoir?
A. Sluts’ dreams really do come true.

Heather’s book comes out today.

Disclosure: I dj’ed Heather’s wedding several moons ago and i think shes the tops.

looking back at 2010

thru busblog pics… september


hollywood hills, sept 2
i txted karisa cuz i hadnt heard from her in a day, and last i saw she was passed out
i said where you be girl and this is what she txted back




los feliz, sept 3
learned that Machete don’t text


sunset blvd., sept 4
while trying to show the truest how one should model, she showed me how to take a picture





hollywood, sept 6
someone came over to hang out so we hung out






malibu, sept 7
truest wanted to go to malibu. who doesnt love malibu?


downtown LA, sept 9
mark milian tells lindsay he’s leaving us


silver lake, sept 13
alie and georgia mixed drinks at the cha cha cha, so i put on a new shirt




new york city, sept 15
had to show the truest i still had it







new york, sept 16
effed up and created a tornado in booklyn




ny > philly > ny via chinatown bus, sept 17
went to philly to see the coolest art museum ever, then returned that night






meat packing district, sept 18
ate and drank with ana


brooklyn, sept 19
had a pretty sweet makeout sesh lookin at this




ny > chicago, sept 20
finally hung with AJ, flew to chi to wish happy bday to moms






chicago, sept 21
we acted like tourists in downtown chicago





suburbs, sept 22
hung out at my sisters house, played with the new puppy and the kids


hollywood bowl, sept 25
sound of music sing a long


downtown la, sept 27
113 degrees and then the thermometers broke


la times, sept 29
on mark’s last day dan gives him a $10,000 bonus

its windier tonight here in Hollywood than ive seen in almost 10 years

stacey butler here seems really sad that she chose tv news reporting as a career.

LA has had some weird weather lately. in the last few weeks the local ski mountain has gotten seventeeeeen feet of snow.

right now the wind is blowing 35 mph in Burbank has to be at least that in Hollywood

i opened my door to see if my plants were ok and the wind tipped its cap and said

sir can you please shut the door, we’re working out here and prefer privacy.

except for some reason the wind had a british accent so it sounded like

Priv

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