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nothing in here is true

  1. Thursday, November 30, 2017

    today is danielle’s birthday, shes 24 

    here’s whats sad about this day. i think it’s been more than a year since ive seen My Love.

    it’s been so long that the place where we met, where this beautiful photo of her was captured, is no longer there.

    danielle and i met at E! which is no longer at 5750 Wilshire. the halls where she once skipped are occupied by another.

    this is what happens when you move to san dieger, LA gets sad and tries to move on, but it never does.

    the irony is danielle left to study french film and now im the one in the heart of cinema. im the one driving up and down hills of pacific palisades watching the sunset, sighing, wondering if danielle is seeing the same colors

    breathing the same breezes

    chasing the same sea gulls.

    for those of you who miss her blog, danielle is still living large with her doctor beau. she is still as stylish as ever and she still has exquisite taste. during the summer Amber needed a place to Air BnB down in san diego and i inquired from danielle if she would rent out her pad for the weekend. she said she would let Amber stay there for freeee. which is the right price.

    when amber got there she called me and said danielles place is phenomenal. everything here is beautiful and girly and classy and just right. it’s a dream inside of a wish.

    which is the perfect way to describe todays birthday girl herself.

  2. Tuesday, November 28, 2017

    yesterday i did something that i never do 

    money is something that i try not to sweat about because ive seen people sweat over it and it’s not a pretty scene

    ive seen people buy all these books about “wealth” and they go to these phony churches about “abundance” and its all a big barrel of bologna because we have seen rich people and poor people and unless you are super dooper poor (which sucks) there are just as many happy people who are so-called middle class as there are who are super rich

    infact i have noticed that the rich tend to be slightly less happy than the average american because the rich also buy those dumb books and go to those dumb churches and talk about stocks and real estate and now bitcoin in the locker rooms of their gyms or at the car wash waiting for their tesla to get dry

    and its just money money money and never love, never art, never joy omg never.

    so i have done a pretty good job, i think, of just having two jobs or a job and a half and trying to live among my means and going to a couple of rock shows a year and trying to find the beauty in everything, not just in consumerism

    but sometimes you just feel ripped off and you have to do something about it.

    yesterday i was on the website of service that i use. i have used this service for years and years. and i enjoy it. i pay $250 a year for it, which whatever, it’s a miracle service and it does what it promises.

    but yesterday i was on the website because they bill me once a year and i wanted to know which day in december i was gonna have to get hit by that big deduction and i saw this huge banner ad once i logged in. it said 12 months for $60. i was all, ho baby

    and there was a chat option where i could just sit there and talk to an agent about this and it was obvious he was from a foreign land and i do try to be nice to people because it wasnt that long ago that i was working at PeopleSupport and i was one of those customer service people talking to someone and i said yo yo can i please have that spectacular deal. and this person wasnt as talented on the chat as i was and led me on and finally said oh i cannot give it to you because you dont qualify.

    and i said actually i am alive so i qualify.

    the person said no you do not qualify so i said you know what i can do, i can cancel and play the little game and in a week or a month you will come back to me and offer me a fantastic deal, would you like that?

    and the person said oh youd like to cancel oh im sorry i will have to forward you to the team who does that.

    i said, look, im, deep down, a very very bad person. when i was young this group of very scary superheroes put a chip in my head and trained me to fly a helicopter but instead of using those powers for evil like they wanted i started using them for good because the Bible is my favorite book and they kidnapped me and stuck me in this prison in santa barbara called xbi and there i found others like me and we broke out and formed a band called the Reluctant Surgeons and we traveled the world kissing girls and aint no way your so called team is gonna do for me the things that youre gonna do for me because you are gonna give me that plan for $60 or youre gonna cancel me

    he said i cant

    i said i believe in you

    he said no one has ever said they believe in me

    i said thats because no one is as good as i am

    and he said let me transfer you to my boss. i said killer.

    the boss came on and said hey click this link. and when i did it booted us out of the chat and i could hear him cackling in the faraway land where they were doing this job for peanuts.

    so i called the number and i waited and i said cancel me right now how dare you. and the woman said oh im so sorry why do you wanna cancel and i said because i was treated unfairly first by your web site and then by the chat interface dudes and ultimately by humanity itself.

    and she said you and me both sister, how about i just give you the $60 deal. i said <3

    she said whoops but it will be $63 after tax is that ok, and i said i dont cry but if i did i would be crying tears of joy right now.

    and in a minute i got a text confirming the price and i felt good for an entire 11 minutes.

  3. the report was what i thought it would be like 

    it said im a nightmare to live with.

    it showed a long list of girlfriends ive had or quasi gfs or loves or lusts or flings or things or or or

    and it said that with each and every one of them i was the prime example of bait n switch

    pretty on the outside, ugly closeup.

    im a slob, i fart, i wear the same things over and over and over. i pass out unexpectedly, even though no drugs or alcohol are around.

    i cant cook, clean, im not well read, i grammar bad and for some reason im as demanding as can be

    but worse, i pretend that the poor women learn the ancient skill of mindreading.

    even though i am not one to live up to many promises, i insist that they keep theirs.

    even though i constantly change my mind about things, i steam when they call audibles.

    theres baseball cards in here, photos of others, letters from others, gifts from others

    how is anyone supposed to feel special in this bachelors pad of boobie traps?

    white socks everywhere and smells smells smells

    closets packed with nick nacks, freezer stuffed with cheese.

    the xbi insists that no agent should have a significant other but mama mia how is this the only rule i dont break?

    and then theres the cubs.

    and the weird hours.

    and the secret trips to the hidden lair.

    it just aint fair.

  4. Monday, November 27, 2017

    the older i get the meaner i get 

    if i was on top of my game i would be bringing LAist back from the dead right now. i would be using the momentum of everyone being sad that it was gone, and i would make something new but the same.

    i would do what i did back on 6/6/06 and i would find people who were in to writing for free and in exchange i would give them a platform where they would get read and have access to rock show and movies and whatever they couldn’t get from their own blogs,

    and together we would build a community and from that love even greater things would happen like we would all get fancy jobs and become rich and famous, all while telling the tale of LA.

    the Village Voice went under, and it looks like the LA Weekly is gonna be a weed weekly, so with LAist kaput and the LA Times on the ropes, there appears to be a giant hole in local LA news and entertainment and it’s only widening.

    and if i wasn’t so angry and bitter and unfocused and out of tune i would simply ring the bell, find the right team of writers and photographers and a couple web designers and we would just build and make it happen and sell some ads and get this party re-started.

    of all the things im most proud of, LAist is on the top of the list because no one expected us to do what we did and it lasted 10 years after i touched it. and it blossomed.

    i firmly believe that as custodians of the Earth it’s our job to make sure that we make things better than how we found them. a very simple job.

    but i am stuck at the dumbest part. i dont think as we sit here at the doorstep of 2018 that you can start a new thing without having a corresponding Twitter account and all of the LA names i can think of for a new group blog are taken, mostly by creeps who haven’t even really used those names.

    so i think of even newer names but theyre taken too.

    i know i can’t use LAist because grampa Ricketts still owns it technically.

    and i doubt i have enough $$$ to buy it from him.

    but fuck that, i dont wanna give him any money after what he did to everyone.

    it is time to start a new thing.

    everything must go.

  5. making tea for the bbc 

    sometimes the things you have to do gets postponed

    and the things you want to do receive a new life.

    but theres a storm on the horizon. theres darkness approaching.

    this computer, gurgles in the morning just like my benz which hiccups sometimes when it starts.

    death is looming and i wish there was a way i could prevent it but alas.

    my new years resolution will be difficult: im not going to fight people on the internet for a year

    and im not going to flip drivers off when they run yellow lights when it’s clear that im trying to turn left.

    im not an angry man. nor entitled. but for some reason i automatically expect people to drive courteously in los angeles.

    and i expect people to have civilized discourse on the Twitter.

    am i insane?

    i am insane.

    so currently i wage bizarre little battles with my fellow humans in situations where they act the way people do.

    most recently i posted something on a facebook group about my little part of LA and some woman said that the corner that i was referring to was “highly ghetto”

    and right now i want to rip her into shreds because yes there are people from all over who frequent that corner, and some of them are not super rich and and and

    that’s what makes LA so wonderful.

    do you think we would have taco culture without brown people? do you think we’d have hip hop culture without black people? does the fact that a corner doesnt have three coffee shops mean that it’s less-than some corner that does?

    when i first moved to LA i got corrected a lot by the young women in my life who told me that i was not thinking before i spoke. and i appreciated those corrections.

    but as the clash say in career opportunities
    Do you wanna make tea at the BBC?
    Do you really wanna be a cop?

    i dont really wanna be a cop.

  6. Saturday, November 25, 2017

    I get upset easily 

    I have a short fuse. Especially with those closest to me. Which is crazy because those are the best ppl. Why am I like this?

    It’s a terrible condition. I can be so cool, so sweet to strangers in my uber but with ppl who actually know me and Still love me I can be so pouty

    and bratty

    and demanding

    and snotty it’s ridiculous.

    This has to change.

    But I’m not sure how to do it other than seeing a shrink

    and I’m too cheap for that.

    Plus where does that end.

    I’d tell her to read this blog but nothing in here is true other than the uber and the xbi but that’ll distract her

    and then I’ll be pouty with her.

    Seeing a movie tonight.

    Hopefully we both don’t fall asleep first.

  7. sometimes you just drive 

    and the weathers right

    and your car is just floating a little

    and you think, it’s good to have a good car.

    sometimes the radio will play something good

    and unexpected

    like dinosaur jr or janes addiction

    or an old metallica tune will remind you of where

    shredding

    peaked.

    i was on the radio the other day and the person asked me

    if the fcc destroys net neutrality

    what do you think will happen?

    i said, there was this character in the Firefly movie, Serenity, named Mr. Universe.  he was a reclusive tech nerd who lived on an empty moon with his smoking hot robot “wife”, Lenore.  he was maybe the smartest guy around. so when someone asked him about the bad guys trying to “stop the signal”,

    Mr. Universe said, “you can’t stop the signal.”

    when Uber started appearing in cities, people saw it’s glorious value and unlike many new things, politicians got out of the way because The People were not going to be without decent transportation at the right price.

    The People will not be without fast Internet at a reasonable price.

    the web is not a red blue thing. the web is for everyone.

    not only will the offending ISPs and the politicians who support them go down, but new ISPs will sprout up and leapfrog today’s giants.

    where there is darkness, comes the light.

    and then we took calls.

  8. Thursday, November 23, 2017

    happy thanksgiving to you and yours 

    for the last several dozen decades i have looked at things that i am thankful for as things pertaining to *me*

    things like job, cars, health, the cubs, are any hot babes loving me, all the things

    but this morning i got a text from my mom and it nearly broke my heart.

    she was happy to have a job but she didn’t want to have to go to work, she wanted to be cooking and watching football and doting on her grand kids.

    but during the Great GOP Recession, just like tons of people, her retirement was wiped out and here she is working for The Man for peanuts on a day she would rather be watching the Macy’s Parade.

    so i am not thankful. i am determined. i need to do something serious so my mom can finally retire.

    and sadly it’s not drive more trips for Uber + Lyft.

    or is it?

    no, it’s not.

    OR IS IT?

    i need to write a script and sell it.

    i gotta learn how to write a script.

    and i know exactly the story i wanna tell: the time Joe got busted in Isla Vista

    music by The Wonderfuls, The Ramones, Rogue Cheddar, Pink Floyd, Mons Pubis, PMS, and Janes Addiction.

    it’ll be called Damn Those Shrooms Strong

  9. Wednesday, November 22, 2017

    danielle in san diego asks 

    my love,

    Why do churches have so many white vans? What are they for? Why white and completely non descript.

    It’s suspect.

    To say the least.

    lovely danielle,

    theres an office building on sunset near the beverly hills line in west hollywood. it overlooks bootsy bellows.

    i got a ping today and the passenger was in front and i tried to make a u-turn but i ended up being forced to go into the parking structure, getting a little ticket but then making the u-turn and hoping that there would be no charge, there wasn’t, and finally exiting and seeing her there.

    she was in her 60s, platinum hair. law professor out here on vacation.

    as she talked i thought i heard something.

    do i detect a midwest accent? i asked.

    i’m from chicago, she said. i turned around my cap and said, did you see this?

    she laughed. no, i missed that. and we were off.

    i asked her if she went to the cubs victory parade, she said, not only that but my husband and i went to a world series game.

    it was hot today. 85 or so. the AC was on and when she said that i turned it down one tick so i could hear her clearly.

    he said, im gonna do it. i said if you do don’t tell me any of the details, she said.

    i said, tickets were four thousand dollars. each.

    she said, i told him and now i will tell you, do not tell me the details.

    she laughed.

    later i asked her something about her husband and she paused and said, he’s passed now.

    but he had a long life and got to see the Cubs win the world series after all.

    churches have white vans so they can go to baseball games undercover when they should be doing something dumb like buying wholesale incense.

  10. Tuesday, November 21, 2017

    is everything terrible 

    will the sun come out ever again

    will the moon rise?

    do the birds even wanna chirp chirp chirp in the morning for us

    do we even deserve it?

    CBS the Morning was my jam, it woke me up.

    i loved it because there wasn’t any fucking bullshit in there.

    it was gale and nora and old man charlie rose

    and charlie had seen it all so he sat there a little slumped over, smiling , cute little southern drawl slipping out

    and nora and gayle pretended to flirt with him every now and then

    sometimes theyd bring in the new kids from different CBS news shows but no one wanted them around.

    i loved how only now and then all three were there.

    i loved how one of them was always on vacation.

    i loved it because it made me thing, i wanna be super famous one day.

    so famous that i get to take vacations every six weeks.

    yesterday charlie wasn’t there and that was ok with me.

    but last night we learned why. we learned that Charlie liked to invite female staffers to his home in long island

    and then casually walk around naked. allegedly.

    one woman said he reached down in her dress and she cried the whole time.

    allegedly.

    will the stars ever twinkle again?

    are me and my friends the only gentlemen alive?

    are we from a faraway land where we feel slightly ashamed of our not 20yearold bodies

    and thus we would never invite a super model we barely know to watch us shower

    and we would be heartbroken if we made anyone cry.

    at our house.

    in long island.

    allegedly.

    and allegedly.

    and all

    aged

    ly.