i partied with my friends tonight.

im going to go to sleep soon and wake up and it will be like christmas because — i am so paranoid and superstitious sometimes which goes against my Christianity.

i had so much fun tonight with my friends and coworkers of LAist in the back yard of emannuelle and matt’s home.

we tried to drink all of the beer out of the keg but we couldnt

we tried to burn all the wood while sitting around the fire pit but we couldnt

we tried to figure out a better place to be than LA and we couldnt

we did talk a lot about Santa Barbara though

i was so stoned at the beginning of the party that i didnt recognize Defamer as he walked up the driveway with his beautiful girlfriend, so i got to drinking quickly so as to regain my vision.

i met some new LAisters who are awesome. i got to hang with Joe from Martini Republic

i got to hang with steve and LYT and ben and ken and laura and kim and man the list could go on and on

and i dont know if the bible says Everything in Moderation, but if it doesnt it really should because

if you spend too much time in LA without going to IV for a few hours a month, youre blowing it

and if you spend too much time in your apartment with topless teenagers without going out and hanging with your real friends for a few hours a month, youre blowing it

theres so much to do in this town, there are so many people here who know me and support me and inspire me, to laze around my many mansions with barely legals while trying to figure out different variations of 69 is important to science

but ultimately taxing to ones sensibilities.

met Eric Neel from espn who suggested a visit to santa anita of which i said you dont have to ask me twice.

he told me that hes on romeys tv show “rome is burning” a lot which made me realize that as much as like jim for some reason i dont watch him on tv. and yet i watch pti and around the horn. fascinating.

i am still online dating. i am still spending all my waking moments thinking about LAist. i am still not playing the sg copy that i bought over a year ago.

remind me to write the opinion piece i wanna write called any black who doesnt vote for obama is no longer black.

if someone said tony one day theres gonna be a black president from illinois in 2008 i woulda said oh you flatter me.

sing young young johnson

while trying to destroy rock

know that he has a new blog. i think the over / under of different matt good blogs this year is 5.

yesterday in the comments he was asked about his exwife…

rilah: i know your recent writing has focussed on your loss (maybe even sense of betrayal, though i wouldn’t want to assume), but i wonder…negating the accountability question, if you could go back and change time and have never gotten married, would you?

matt good: I don’t think, at this point, given what’s happened this past year and what’s been revealed to me, that the question – “would I have gotten married knowing what I know” is applicable. To be totally honest, and I’ve had 12 months to think about this, I’d rather have never met her at all. I’d rather have never spent a minute of my life with her, and I know that sounds harsh, but it is unfortunately the truth and a position that I don’t ever see changing in my lifetime. That is a truly horrible conclusion to come to regarding someone that you were married to. But that presupposes that you actually knew them in the first place, and the truth is, having found out otherwise, and having been revealed true colours, I can’t honestly say that I ever did actually know her.

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two biggest bands that came out of santa barbara when i went to school there
ugly kid joe and toad the wet sprocket
youd never know how great the scene was by that little fact but there it is
its also a little weird that marco who played with tons of bands back then
is in a top 40 santa barbara band now, sugarcult
anyways, happy birthday whit, happy birthday iv

is that some of us are streaky. meaning some of us can knock out ten twelve paintings in a week. or read three books in a month. or get four girls in a row to say yes tony of course.

im on a little bit of a streak at my job. im also on a little bit of a streak at not my job. was, at least.

heres a new rule i will be making for the girls who say yes tony of course, from now on.

from now on they arent allowed to say that i cant write about it in my web log.

its hard enough steering the oceanliner of a blog during the 9-5 but to know that there are good tales to tell on the busblog and not be allowed to is outrageous.

im thinking i was a gentleman for 100 years. maybe theres no need to be a gentleman any more. whats the use?

10 years later the girls just say, shit i wish i hadnt made you delete all those pictures of me because i never looked that hot again

and you want to jump off a bridge.

because you did delete those pictures

because you are a gentleman

and now youre a fool if you do it again.

i want to go to vegas this weekend because i didnt get to go to ces and i didnt get to go hang with matt good and i dont think i will be able to go there for super bowl weekend and check out artie lange because i dont want to do anything that i didnt do last weekend when the bears barely won.

unfortunately theres a pair of teenage legs that i wont be inbetween this weekend unless something miraculous happens between tonight and sunday morn.

and theres a party for layne on saturday night and i seriously doubt she will want to go there meaning im screwed meaning the bears might be screwed too

meaning maybe i will go to vegas on superbowl weekend if the bears arent in it but i dont even want to think that way. this season has been so incredible and i cant even believe that i was at two of their games despite living nowhere near them.

yesterday my mom reminded me how good the readers of the busblog have been to me over the years and i should be more grateful of them and i said youre right.

its very difficult to write a blog when you know that your mom is reading. especially if shes very proper and polite and well mannered and couth.

because all you want to do is end your posts suddenly with phrases like

butt holes

heck of a job, dea

morgan j freeman, the former daily nexus county editor, sundance winner, and dawsons crick director, etc., created a series set in hawaii for mtv

which of course he directed in maui with hot surfer chicks and their dudes.

maui fever begins tonight

so tell all your friends that our boy figured it all out, because if shooting a reality thing on the beaches in maui isnt figuring it out, fuck if i know what is.

tomorrow morning i will hopefully have a little list filled out by one of the castmembers of the show to run on LAist

but if that doesnt happen i believe the show is on at 9pm unless its on the ten spot

hell if i know whats going on these days.

i got an email from my bff in africa. i will put up some of the pictures soon.

for some reason even though i know that shes basically been living on the equator for a year, i am surprised that she has such a great tan.

at LAist we havent had a spike in almost two weeks and yet today we will have more page views in january than we had in any months other than the last two.

my boss likes posts. i think a good day is 15. yesterday there were 27.

we are popular because we are good and yesterday this chick totally fast tracked me on eharmony.

and that night i was wasted and dont remember much of it other than the fact that her hair reminded me of mine when i was a little kid, and the fact that she was ridiculously hot, and the fact that most the time im playing footsies with girls either half my age or three times out of my league.

with that said i thought the black folk did very well for themselves at the golden globes last night. im sorry but thats the way i look at things when i watch them which is something that last nights young lady from the academy pointed out to me. which was odd since she, as a matter of fact, is a woman of color, as they say.

which is why i felt comfortable sharing with her.

if you recall, each year around this time of the year the motion picture academy of arts and sciences send young international ladies to my home to have me watch the movies that are being considered for nomination etc.

the ladies come with dvds.

last night i was watching the globes when this dark skinned girl with a very tight dress and a very tight jacket and a very tight jaw tapped on my door and i thought it was the police who had busted a young man who looked like director spike jonez, the other day, but it was chickie.

i told her that she could leave the dvd with me but she said that the other girls said that she should hang out with me. and i said, did they, raised an eyebrow, snapped my finger, which turned off the track lights and ripped off my toupe and lit my six footer and inhaled

and held it

and held it

and exhaled

into her awaiting mouth.

globes were good. i was surprised that vanessa williams got away with extentions And a damn fur coat but thats what weve learned from W, just go for it, people too lazy to say anything.

i thought ugly betty had nice cans

i thought reece witherspoon looks like she hasnt eaten since she broke up with dude

i thought that borat was funny

i thought that joan and melissa today were totally off when they said that beyonce wore that gold dress to the wrong award show.

maybe you have to be gay to understand fashion.

right before the show started a russian woman was being interviewed by melissa and she said she was in Bobby and she had the best silver dress on and melissa asked whose jewlery, and the russian chick said oh thats mine

and melissa said, thats your bracelette?

and it was huge and sparkly and ginormous

and she said yep.

and melissa said wow

and academy girl said men buy me jewlery all the time

and i said i bet they do baby now lets see what this pans labyrinth is all about

but we adjourned to the bed room to see it in there which is a huge mistake

because movies never get finished in there and how can you just dial up the academy and say hey whats the name of the black girl who was over hear last night

and toronoto, i will totally go bring back our socal skunk

martin luther king jr., american preacher

no i cant believe how it went down. no i cant believe that they really won. no i cant believe that seattle fucked up every time that we needed them to fuck up and no i cant believe how non shitty sexy rexy played.

i was a tad distracted because there was a foreigner in the house who came to LA to see america for the first time and i didnt really want to have to deal with her and play tourguide but i also didnt want to give the bears bad luck.

in fact i was so serious about being a good person and having my shit together that i overworked to make sure that everything was finished that needed to be finished, every conversation, every everything was done so that when it became gametime i could focus up and there was no unmade beds so to speak.

i knew she was going to come during the playoffs but what was i supposed to do. there are no good times to come here. everything is happening at all times.

heres where the problems come in. time and honesty.

if someone comes here to hook up with you, lets say, and theyre only going to be here for a few days, a long weekend, perhaps, then they better tell you what they want like on thursday night.

try not to reach your hand down a mans dark side of the moon pajama bottoms when the game is about to go into overtime.

perhaps theres no overtime in australia but theres overtime in the playoffs and its sudden death which im sure is what the look i gave her could have been named.

maybe age has a tiny bit to do with it because teenage girls as hot as some of these are, have never been turned down in their lives. even at 100 years old, a man still believes that hes got a few more decades of boning left in him. time is not of the essence. oh shit they loss the coin toss.

i dont know where these people shop. i dont know where these clothes come from because they fit so tightly that sometimes they look like they were custom made for the most perfect girlshapes youve ever seen.

do some people have like tailors? is that what theyre for?

i was all, see the corner of the rug over there? stand on that corner for i swear five minutes. i promise you that in five minutes i will attack whatevers on that corner of carpet but baby weve gotta focus up and shit in this piece.

some people take direction very well.

i have yet to meet those people.

i hit pause on the tivo.

we talked honestly. i honestly told her that tivo is of no good because people are going to call me if anything crazy happens and they will tell me via the answering machine before i can see it.

so she walked over to the answering machine and unplugged the power cord.

i said i will be text messaged.

she walked over to my phone and turned it off.

i said the neighbors will scream and i will know.

so she went over to the stereo and turned it up and took off her pajamas.

cubs win.