since its a weird place
im sure there are stings like this all over the nation, but when things happen in the 90210 people seem to look at it differently.
if theres one thing LAist loves as much as food trucks, earthquakes, and bicycle rights, it’s pedestrian rights.
or pickpocket me. either way she was looking at my palm
what is your best trait she asked.
once i cycled through all the sophomoric semi dirty comebacks i discovered a grain of truth
i dont whine.
in nine years on the busblog how many times have you heard me actually whine?
sure there will be complaints about this or that, hopefully those are either funny or intense. but whining? hardly ever.
thats not much different than in my real life.
just like you, theres lots of things that i could focus on that are annoying or stupid or downright bad. but i think the difference between whiners and busbloggers is if you can move on, move around the dumbness, or fix the issue.
im one who enjoys fixing the pothole instead of griping about it all day. theres too many positive things in life to obsess over.
like college babe pickpocketers with lipstick on their teeth.
to see da bears
and also to see danielle.
because youre sick of these pictures of food and i know you want another danielle photo shoot
and im sure you want a photo essay of bears fans in san dieger.
i saw the dumbest idea ever yesterday in regards to the internet.
which is saying something because over the years ive seen some dumb dumb stuff.
and i try to be careful with that word because deep down people are trying to do the right thing and be smart and be successful.
but clearly this idea was from someone who stinks at the internet
and instead of asking someone who doesnt stink at the internet, they were seriously about to impose the dumbest idea ever upon those who dont stink at the internet.
i write this not to feel superior to anyone or to make fun, but as a reminder
mostly to myself
that there are some things that im definately no expert at
and i should check myself before i force super stupid crap on people – some of whom may be geniuses in a field in which im an amateur.
other day i had an idea about something and someone disagreed.
so i went to some one super smart and he came over and gave his point of view. and i said ah.
and it was like both of them were waiting for me to fight them. and i said, why would i do that? you both had reasonable explanations, and i value your experience.
they looked at me like i was from some foreign planet.
little do they know.
the ladies of Jezebel are not at all amused that he twittered it, foursquared it, and had a buddy iPhone video it.
what i dont like is his pal could barely keep the stationary couple in frame.
on sunday
they usually have quite the wait but it was 2pm so no wait.
theyre known for their super huge pancakes and waffles. big enough for two people.
we noticed these two really pretty girls next to us who were yapping away.
then we noticed that they paid up and left.
then we noticed what they left behind (pictured) on their plates
pretty much everything.
didnt even drink their water very much.
now we know their secret to staying thin: go to the Griddle and dont eat.
but sarah palins not dumb, fox is
how you gonna let this endless supply of fascinating adventures just walk around the globe without being on your channel(s)? wearing your jacket? breaking all records?
fox should look at sarah palin on the discovery channel or cbs or the wasila daily news like bp looked at that oil well when it was spewing liquid gold into the gulf. every day is a wasted one.
the woman who writes on her hands and winks at the camera was put here on earth to get the planet to tune into you, mr murdoch, why are you letting these teachable moments of mrs youbetcha getting schooled by a teacher end up on the youtubes instead of across your networks?
what exactly are you waiting for – Oprah to retire?
people who like her like you. it’s like glen beck all over again.
except she means it!
and then youve got the first dude trying to block out the guy holding up the phone cam
and then youve got one of the daughters defending the mother.
AND THEN YOU HAVE THE BOOTS
come on foxy, then you have the boots.
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even though today is the day it launched theres lots to play around with
for example, check out the Pictures in the News
How about seeing our trippy panorama of X-Games?
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we can even do video large and in charge, including this new one with DJ Cut Chemist, or this Emmy-nominated video of the Alabama Homeboys
so play!
i keep getting wildly different numbers from people.
its actually making it easier (and cheaper) to just fix the old car, than to get something new
also the back seat of the Camaro is so small that only lil people could fit back there
so i guess there will be no new ride in my future for a lil while.
so i went to two dealerships yesterday
one guy wanted to charge me $20 to test drive a car
another guy wanted to charge me $100 more a month than what the car should cost.
when his boss, the closer, came out with the “what will it take to get you in this car right now” question i told him it would take him lowering my monthly payments from the super high level down to what, mathematically, it should be.
the boss said he would see if he could do it, and it would take 15 mins.
10 mins later he came back and said he couldnt do it.
but while he was “crunching the numbers” i talked to the original salesman who confided that business was bad and that very few customers were coming in and that even fewer came back after they said they were going to shop around.
so when i went home and crunched my own numbers based on a payment calculator on the chevy.com website i realized that the reason no one was coming back to that dealer was that people were able to get significant “deals” if they went Any Where Else other than that place.
strangely that dealership wasnt as cheesy and gross as the first one.
so today im going to beverly hills and see how they treat me there.
just may come home with a new hoopty. although the tales are priceless. and could be something worth writing down.
little bear walked through the muddy banks of the twisty creek oblivious to the dreck that floated on its surface
blind to the evil that awaited him around the bend
ignorant to the tragedy that lured him towards its depths.
little bear heard the song of the bluebird and turned his head to listen.
it was a song about a litte bird whod fallen from his nest one night. the night his mother had flown away to chase a hawk back to his perch while his papa was long gone hunting for food.
the little bird the bluebird sang cried as little birds do but somehow knew that it might attract the wrong attention: like from that of the wolf or the swine or the rat.
so the little bird kept his mouth shut and flapped his sticky twiggy wings to absolutely no avail and if the owl had seen it, it would have hooted
before swooping down and making a midnight snack of it.
so the little bird, the baby bird, so tiny it had yet become blue did what any little bird would, he walked into the forrest
and hid in the shadows.
until he fell asleep,
shiverring in his own sweat.
the bluebird sang this song and little bear listened and the stars listened and the breeze listened and the darkness crept a little slower so it too could hear every word.
and noone noticed but the babbling brook hushed up for once to find out what would happen to the little bird out there on its own.
even though they knew what would probably happen.
but they had hope because bluebirds dont usually sing tragedies
unless their name was tony
which this bird was called
but before he could tell his tale he was startled by the caw
of a pal telling him that trouble was on the way
so straight away he flew away
leaving little bear and the night wondering if the poor little fragile
helpless little scrawny everybodyfood
made it through the night.
and little bear saw a butterfly fluttering in the moonlight
and playfully chased it
not even noticing the squoosh beneath his paw.
caw.