was Kareem’s.
so i googled it and naturally it’s gone, as is most of the things i did at the Times and Los Angeleno.
but i got lucky and his blog has been archived on the wayback machine.
im starting to thing: ive had a wild life.
this is what our original blog splash page looked like.
i was not very successful at lobbying for its own homepage, but i still stand by that concept.
pretty sure its the boy cat
what i do is put him in his pet carrier which he usually hates, but every time i punish him in there he never says a word bc he knows hes guilty
and i set it right next to his poop
FOR TWO HOURS
yesterday i then fed his sister right in front of him so he had to watch her eat and entire can of wet food
his two favorite things are eating
and stopping his sister from eating
so he had to just watch
i’ll let you know if this gave him the message.
only problem is my car needs to go to the shop
and im scared to bring it to the last guys so i may take it to auto zone bc i hear they can hook it up to their computer and tell you why the engine light is on
what i really should do is rent one from uber
it would be new, it would force me to get out and drive, and it would keep miles off my car,
but mostly it would motivate me to drive
which would eat into the podcast but thats fine bc i need to start doing fewer giant blog posts. no one cares.
thats fine,
maybe in a few years they’ll care and everything will be different.
a dm from a longtime reader:
Tony, You’re my First Round, HOF, Hero. Busblog as crazy as it sounds, has been the most consistent thing in my life. Consistency is vastly over-looked. The posts as of late…YOU’RE KILLING IT! Never change. And if I may, “XBI4LYF”
just because the press isnt treating trump
thats what yr watching right now
this reminds me of people who buy houses, perfectly nice buildings in a lovely neighborhood
and then flattens them to make McMansions.
kum & go is so magical, here i am in this pic without my cubs hat, looking great
standing alongside the ravishing carrie who i had just met that night in toronto
and yet who is the star of the show? that amazing logo.
kum & go was the giving tree
and we took away its leaves, branches, fruit, and now roots.
this is why i do drugs.
why? whats wrong with me. i feel like my brain is against me. its doing everything it can to stop me from success.
like bro, what would be so wrong with having a home you didnt have to stuff sweatshirts in the door cracks so the heat wouldnt escape? why cant a man have a dishwasher?
i’ll be writing and after One paragraph my head is all
“fuck this. one paragraph is gonna lead to two and then three and before you know it it’s over and you can have a real night of rest. may i interest you in some porn? sports? oh i know heres congress acting a fool.”
whats interesting is this blog has never been something my devil brain has ever used as a distraction or procrastination, because my brain knows ive made books from this content.
which it also hates for some reason.
wtf brain, are you mad i get you stoned so much?
i get you stoned so you’ll behave.
btw fucking cold in LA at night in bidens america.
i feel like i cant get anything done.
on paper everything is fine, the podcast just needs a blog post tomorrow
i have another one in the can i need to edit next.
i finished this side writing thing on time.
but the thing is i know i could do so much more.
time just flies. here it is so late at night and what have i really done?
i took an hour walk and listened to the episode another time all the way through
theres things i need to learn about audio mixing.
tony, theres things you need to learn about life.
also this is a test to see if i can just straight up upload video into this bad boy
we broke up during the insurrection
“is that thing more important than me?” she asked, while fighting with me, as i was watching the capitol get assaulted by Trump supporters.
the problem with dating me… im sorry, one of the many issues with dating me is i consider most things you say as an alley-oop.
say something you might find serious like that and im gonna take it and slam it through the net
“baby, they’re trying to hang mike pence.”
she stormed out of the bedroom, slammed the door and started packing in the living room.
im not sure how she didnt need to make multiple trips into the bedroom where i was glued to the set, but within an hour or two the noises i heard out there were quiet and she was gone.
for good.
life is so weird. so freaking weird. and i like most weird things. the weirder the better.
but this was not a good weird, and how it ended last year was terrible.
i tried for four years to be a good man to her.
i did ok. i never cheated. i never lied. i tried to help her with everything from moving up to the marriott courtyard in the valley to the Four Seasons. i helped her sell her car and pay off a bunch of payday loans. i did a lot.
i list them because inside i dont feel like i did enough.
clearly i didn’t.
but not every pair is fully compatible. we were about silly things. and we both do care about people and each other, but we were not the love connection youd think a couple would have who lived together for four years.
i think about her every day. i dont even seek out pics of her but they’re everywhere online and in my computers and phones.
and i truly hope whereever she is she is happier and able to let her entire heart be seen because it was beautiful.
and i was very lucky to see it more than most.