nothing in here is true

  1. Saturday, December 31, 2011
  2. Friday, December 30, 2011

    2011 hmmmmmm 

    new years bad

    i dont believe in jinxing, but maybe i jinxed 2011 by redesigning the busblog and moving to wordpress

    i dont believe in jinxing because i dont believe in the opposite: i dont think that you can make good things happen just because you say something. like:

    omg if i win the lottery im gonna buy a porsche.

    but ever since i did redesign this bad boy my life went a little crazy.

    coincidence, im sure. but still it makes me think of the old Vonnegut line:

    the older i get and the more coincidences i see, the more i believe in God.

    so did God want this weird re-arrangement in my life to happen in 2011?

    did God say, like a farm, your roots need to be pulled up and the soil needs to get turned inside out and the dirt needs to be redone and new fertilizer needs to be thrown on it.

    which is why sometimes its gonna smell like ish?

    maybe. hopefully. probably.

    either way, i cant wait for 2012 to see what comes from all that change

    and new life.

    but ive gotta say, it hasnt been the easiest process.

  3. Thursday, December 29, 2011
  4. Wednesday, December 28, 2011

    jeanine recalls the first time the xbi poisoned me too much 

    most people dont know, but the first time i tried to opt out of the xbi they tried to kill me.

    turned out my gut was weak but oddly indestructible. months and months and years and years of creative poisons had made my stomach incapable of  eating an entire slice of pizza but impossible to wreck.

    so some genius decided to poison me to death soon after i graduated from ucsb. jeanine was my girlfriend at the time and today recounts the holiday they chose to do away with their former number one draft pick:

    Anyway, Tony n’ me woke up early Thanksgiving Day stoked to be here in IV together, and we did have a feast in the works!


    Suddenly, Tony was soon overcome by horrible, horrible pains. Curled up like a crushed up monkey, and so so hurting! Neither one of us knew what was happening!

    i felt like i had to fart. but i couldnt fart. the pain was horrible and i was embarrassed to go to the hospital because i thought, one good rip and i’ll be fine. but nothing came out. jeanine said lets go to the doctor and i said no because i knew it was just a terrible terrible fart.

    little did i know how low the xbi would go.

    So, anyway – Thanksgiving morning, Tony is literally writhing in pain. I’ve got to get him to the hospital, because honestly, I’m terrified he’s dying. So, I called [my old boss] Dr. Parker in a panic, and he said to go ahead and come on down to the hospital, and he’d meet us there and see what’s going on.

    Turned out, Tony had kidney stones – who knew such tiny little things could cause so much pain!!!!! We spent most of the day in the hospital, and finally got home later that afternoon.

    Dr. Parker totally helped us out – no charge at all – and made sure we were all okay, and sent us home with all the proper instructions and meds. Much later, we were finally much better and had a wonderful Thanksgiving Day Feast!

    sweet Jeanine. dr. parker knew what it was. the xbi knew what it was.

    it wasnt no kidney stones.

    by Christmas i was back in the xbi.

    thats the bad news.

    the good news was they wanted to teach me

    how to never feel pain again.

  5. loaded 

    stay in bed

    there are trends that probably should get people concerned, but nah.

    i get these emails from the Parents Television Nation, i think its called.

    they go on and on about programs that are on television,

    and why they are horrible because they contain sexual content and the like.

    they try to encourage me and others on the email list to make phone calls to people

    so the tv shows will get cancelled.

    sometimes theres an image of a child in the email.

    do it for the kids, they’re saying, basically.

    often i feel like writing back and ask, are you serious?

    are you truly freaked out by what’s on tv and what kids may see

    and not at all freaked out by, you know,

    guns n stuff?

    in real life

    all around us


  6. i have a book at home with your pictures in it 


    not in a creepy way, its for art.

    i flip through it every now and then for inspiration.

    youd never guess whos in it.

    maybe you would.

    fine, its you.

    for serious.

    i dont know what it is but i cant stop looking at them.

    all of them.

    you look so different in every one.

    i wonder if youd wanna know that ive got this book.

    i wonder about lots of things.

    i wonder why i wont eat onion rings,

    yet i love Funyons.

  7. Mr. Brainwash on La Brea 


    because i am covering some vacationers over the holidays, i come into work at 6am, but leave around 2:30pm

    thats the bad news, the good news is i am able to do fun things like take in the Mr. Brainwash exhibit on La Brea.

    i saw the Exit Thru the Gift Shop film which was cool and all, but it made me sorta hate Terry, the artist

    not personally, personally he seems like a funny, sweet dad who figured out a way to turn the art world in LA inside out.

    i hate him because in doing that he, in my opinion, diminishes actual artists like Warhol, Banksy, and Shepard Fairey.

    being in his 5-story sprawling building yesterday afternoon didn’t change my opinion.

    some of the pieces are really good, but most felt like discarded ideas from true artists vomited all over the walls and floors.

    too much of a bad thing.

    anyways, i will have more photos later so you can be the judge since art is in the eye of the beholder.

  8. Tuesday, December 27, 2011

    post Christmas blues? yeah me too 

    kayla with gift

    had a great time with my mom sister niece (pictured) and nephew

    in of all places Newport Coast, Orange County

    playground of the rich and semi famous

    yesterday my mom and I saw the Clooney film “The Descendants”

    I thought it was going to be a doc on the great punk band of the 80s

    but instead it turned out to be a funny downer of a film about a dying woman and how her family deals with her condition. its set in Hawaii.

    i cried. i always cry at the movies.

    now im just a tad sad that i am back at work, and i wont see my mom till baseball season.