if anyone understands, i do.

i went to a strip club for the red sox tonight.

the cheerleaders had come over to the hollywood cabana. they wanted to cheer me up, ironically. i told them that i was already cheered up. they said what about the xbi, we thought you had gotten in trouble.

i was all, fuck trouble, nothings worse than what the cubs just went through.

70. jack b.

they laughed, mixed some drinks and asked me where i wanted to watch the red sox game.

i told them that i wanted to watch it at home.

they called me no fun and we drank and smoked and played a quick game of scrabble because im addicted and then the game was getting too close so i told them that if they were still motivated that i would like to go to a strip club to watch the rest of the game.

they were game, so we went to cheetahs on sunset.

71. allison

i asked the big armenian doorman if the game was on inside.

he was all looking at the girls. didnt look at me when he said yeah i think theres a game on in there.

a game?

none of our IDs even got checked, just let us in, there was a big screen

the

game was on and i ordered a round and sat at the foot of the catwalk and the girls got some quarters for pool

and i watched the game until a particularly frisky exhibitionist began to dance within my sightline of the game

72. abigail

she didnt dance like the others. hard to really call it dancing, to be truthful.

she moved around the stage like the music kept getting shot through her feet buckling her knees and curving her back and then out through her head and flailing arms

like she was dry humping the

then she caught my eyes

locked on,

as her hair fell over her eyes and nose and smile.

they play the music pretty quiet at the cheetahs on sunset blvd in los feliz down the street from the vista theatre. not quiet quiet but she was dancing to marilyn mansons latest, mobSCENE, and it was lets not wake the neighbors level but she didnt mind.

none of the girls minded.

73. xtracyx

they all wore super tall see through hard plastic 8 inch heels. one tattooed punk rocker wore wooden high heels and the shortest short shorts i think ive ever seen. perfect hair. music that ive never heard before. everyone was ridiculously skinny.

one chick had long long spider legs and they all had to wear pasties but they were cute and i just wanted to watch the game.

and i dont know if everyone was distracted by two semi drunk cheerleaders playing air guitar with pool cues but nobody pestered me with offers of lap dances

and i got to say fuck unmolested when aaron boone who shouldnta even been a yankee if life was fair gave us one more soaring reason to hate the yankees and ive never seen a ball just float away like that before.

j_e_g + these pictures make me very happy + dan the goose

if you believe the crap they write in the LA Times

this is “L.A.’s most entertaining Web log.”

i kid. i kid cuz i care.

you can see their article here. registration is required or you can type in laexaminer as the user and laexaminer as the password.

came into work today…check that… drove into work today thanks to the transit strike and listened to tony kornheiser laugh cuz life is fine as long as youre not a cub fan. got here. read the email. expected the hammer to come down, but it didnt. it was postponed for a later date.

nothin worse than your boss keeping you waiting before he lays into you.

good thing im a perfect employee who is blameless and never makes a mistake. :)

compile your info against me, good people, i will be ready. as suicidal tendencies once screamed, you cant bring me down.

now back to my local page.

they mentioned my name.

69. Howard O.

the dude who wrote the article today about LA “Web logs” interviewed me a week or two ago — time really is lost on me right now since everything has revolved around the playoffs lately — and we talked for what i thought was not long enough, but probably longer than i would have if i was on Letterman.

and then i talked shit about him on this page.

and then he emailed me about it

and i responded in email form, and he responded back.

and in the end he praised me with probably the best compliment one could get.

so thank you, James Verini, of the LA Times. you are a far better man than i.

some of the things ive written about my local paper over the last year or two.

its interesting to see all the people

who come out of the woodwork like rats to kick a guy when hes down.

instead of focusing on one team who came back in an improbable way to win two games on the road against the two best pitchers in baseball and praising them for never giving up, they attack me and my team every way they can.

what sort of ass does that sort of thing?

what sort of heartless creep says to himself, i know his team hasnt won in almost a hundred years, that team is five wins away from ultimate victory and instead of saying “sorry bro” im going to write him emails or leave dumbass comments on his blog and talk shit and try to rub it in.

as if morons could make it worse.

morons, you cant make it any worse.

you can fill up my comments all you want with your dreck and hate and jealousy and ignorance, that wont make me feel anything but better, cuz i know no matter what sort of fucked up thing the cubs have going for them, they wont ever be as ridiculous as you.

then the jackholes come in here trying to pound on me for asking for help to get world series tickets.

even without their reactionary criticisms, let me tell you something, it is hard to ask for money. its hard because most of us not only have hang ups about money, but we definitely have hang ups about asking for things.

a man is supposed to be perfect. a man is supposed to be able to have everything and be able to do anything. when a man asks for something, especially something that he is supposed to magically have at all times, like thousands of dollars at his disposal, he sets himself up to be ridiculed. so then what happens is he doesnt ask, or doesnt ask enough, or doesnt ask the right people, or doesnt ask the right way, and then he doesnt get it.

ask and you shall receive, buddies.

dont be afraid.

last week welch linked a blogger who wanted his readers to chip in and get him a laptop so he could continue blogging for them. within a day or so not only did he raise almost enough cash, but someone flat-out bought the thing off his wishlist in one fell swoop.

thats a beautiful story. and whats best about it is it’s true. people spend their money on a variety of things and for them to have the opportunity to give back to someone who gives to them every day is a natural and win-win exchange for everyone.

whats also natural is for idiots to quickly become jealous and try to ruin the good thing thats going on.

the web and the internet and especially blogging are poised to change a lot of things, especially how people give money directly to those who produce information and entertainment. there will be trailblazers, there will be naysayers, and there will be investors.

if you get all freaked out and jealous and flustered by new ideas and new ways of doing things, especially things where everyone wins, then the busblog is the wrong blog for your naysaying ass to find itself, cuz new shit happens here almost every line.

this entire blog, friends, is an experiment within an experiment. some take a long time to figure out, some take minutes. some involve taboo subjects like dating 18 year old college girls, or asking for money for bleacher seats at the world series. some involve taboo subjects like supporting the left wing ideals of american politics. some involve writing in such a way that english teachers everywhere would have heartattacks.

not every experiment is going to work out the way that i expect it and thats why i love science and why i love life. because theyre both filled with surprises. some are happy surprises, some are sad ones that make you want to just pull the sheet over your head and take another damn personal day.

if theres anything that you can take from the busblog, take this: follow your heart, come from a good place, trust the world, be fearless with your opinoins, and write more than usual.

last night i got to hear one of my favorite rock stars lead the fans of my favorite team in the singing of take me out to the ballgame during the seventh game of the national league playoffs, when mr. billy corgan of the smashing pumpkins sang last night with that pisces iscariot lilt of sadness that he has become known for.

if you remember, during game one, jimmy buffett sang during the seventh inning stretch and fox didnt show it.

i bitched on here and i dont even like jimmy buffett the way my buddy the video guy likes him, but i argued that it is a tradition at wrigley, and it is a tribute to their last great broadcaster, mr harry caray.

and im not saying that because i blogged it, it created change in how a gi-normous multibillion dollar tv network chose to present their baseball playoff coverage.

but im not saying that it didnt cause change either.

if even i was just one voice in a chorus of people singing bullshit, now you might know how important that one voice is.

you are valuable, cubfans.

your opinions matter.

start a blog. write in it.

tell people about yourself and the things you like and the things you dont like.

there will be assholes

but there will also be angels.

tonight the boston red sox play their arch rivals the new york yankees in the seventh and deciding game of the american league playoffs.

pedro vs the rocket in the house that ruth built.

classic east coast bench clearing brawling and beanball baseball in rocktober.

the red sox havent won a world series since 1918 and the yankees bitchslap the integrity of the game with how they assemble their team each year while giving the middle finger to sportsmanship.

if pedro hits every yankee in the head and punches zim in the gut he wont really be doing the Lords work, but he will be doing mine.

lets go sox.

i heart kate + ken layne is coming to LA this weekend to give us rock + the knowledge problem