ask tony: would you sell the busblog for $625,000?

veronica sawyer

I get asked a lot of questions on Facebook. I will answer a few of them here.

 

Ben Welsh asks: Would you sell the busblog for $625k?

This summer the busblog will turn 14 years old. There are over 10,500 posts on here. Some of them are even good.  If someone were to buy this blog for that sum they’re basically paying $60 a post. That’s a ton of dough.

Although I would feel a little sad to hand over control of this url to someone with those sort of deep pockets, not only would I make that deal in a heartbeat, but I’d throw in the matching instagram and twitter accounts too.

And then buy a little house with the money. The house the busblog built.

What would the new blog be called? flyingcarblog, of course.

Roy Jürgens asks: Tony, are you a digital czar?

There are very few people i’d deem as Digital Czar-worthy. My old bosses, Meredith, Jen and Jake, for sure. My current boss, Josh, definately. But who else? Are there other people who truly think digitally in a creative way that isn’t full of BS and solely about the numbers? Those people are super rare and usually get plucked to do other things. Jason Goldman is now the digital czar of the White House. His heart is pure, so add him to the list too. But it’s a very short list and until I accomplish something truly noteworthy I do not belong.

Mary Schneider asks: Do you ever get heartbroken?

In order to have your heart break your heart has to be in it. My heart is in it all the time, which I don’t advise because I’ve noticed the less you’re into it the more the other person becomes into it.

Even though it’s terrible when your heart breaks, if it is a clean break you can bounce back very quickly. The worst my heart has broken in the last 4-5 years, let’s say, it was such a horrible but clean break that I only had to grieve for like 72 hours and then I was back in the saddle again. That doesn’t mean I still don’t think about her or care about her, but it was obviously over, so what good would it be to obsess?

When you read a really good book or get involved in a great TV series you end up missing all of those characters, but when it’s over you’ve gotta move on otherwise you’re one of those creepy fanboys writing fan fiction on Tumblr and not living a real life.

We only get a few spins around the sun.

Make em count.

even though im a devout Christian, i also tend to be a tad superstitious

adam and evemostly because i think the Lord has better things to do than answer my prayers about playoff basketball.

so i decided to drive around ubering in the rain last night so i could listen to the Clips game on the AM radio.

in the grand scheme of things, im sure the Almighty cares very much about sports, and is thrilled that the cathedrals of yore have been replaced by sports palaces in cities around the world. but still does he really want me saying

thanks for letting the Cubs stay above .500, but could you make sure Lob City knocks out the Rockets tonight?

mortal, please.

one of my favorite spots has been blown up, the CAA building in Century City, theres uber plus dudes all over that place where there used to be just lil ol me. so you have to adapt.

so lately ive been chilling in westwood near the condos hoping some of the richies want a ride to the airport.

last night i ended up with a very jewish young lady with her traditional garb on who was visiting her mother in the UCLA hospital.

as we were driving i asked her if she had lived in westwood her whole life. she said yes, that her dad was a rabbi at the big temple.

she added that she was also married to a rabbi.

so as we passed P’tit Soleil, the best place to eat poutine in LA, i asked her if it was cool for conservative jews to eat poutine.

she asked what was in it? i said, french fries, cheese curds, and gravy.

she said well we’re not supposed to mix meats with dairy and the gravy would violate that rule.

as we kept talking about the Torah she told me that the forbidden fruit actually has a backstory. in the notes of that tale was some detail that Adam and Eve would have been allowed to eat it if they had waited an hour, but they were instructed not to eat it on the Sabbath.

because the snake tempted them, they ate it too early and thus they were shunned from the Garden.

it was raining cats and dogs as we drove down Westwood Blvd.

i could talk about the bible with people all day, so i loved it.