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  1. Tuesday, December 25, 2018

    im full from Christmas 

    but im glad it’s over. so much stress. not enough religion.

    theres a bunch of stuff i gotta do.

    one is get my car detailed. ive had it for years and maybe 1,000 people have been in it, and i need it properly cleaned out.

    it’s gross even thinking about it.

    next i need to be a better shoulder to cry on for amber. im always fixing problems she tells me and i need to be more of a listener.

    it’s almost impossible for me not to try to fix things though. so it will be interesting to see if i can do it.

    i also want to read more shakespeare. when dickens was acted out at church the other day, i was in awe of his use of words.

    so what i wanna do with shakespeare is watch a play a week and read along on my ipad from one of the plays i can download from the LA Public Library.

    i remember loving shakespeare in college, but let’s be real, that was a long time ago. id love to watch his top 30 plays by this time next year.

    and i always say this but i want to blog more. this year produced the fewest amount of posts of any year of the busblog. i was super busy. i am super busy. but whatever thats a lame excuse.

    kids in africa would love a blog. i will blog. they will be weirder than usual though because i think one reason i have slowed down is im nervous that people will think im weird if the weird stuff comes out

    but two things: im not that weird, and people love weird. let em have it.

  2. Saturday, December 8, 2018

    blogging is hard enough 

    heres the hard thing about blogging: keeping it real. 

    we live in polite society.

    we also live among humans and humans love gossip. 

    so on your blog you can either have no friends no job no life and 100% keep it real on your amazing blog and be perez hilton – and noone wants that

    or you can say nothing in heres true but still withhold like 99% of your life

    or you can somehow tip toe around everything and attempt to make general stories that could apply to anyone. but seriously how many of us are the Brothers Grimm? 

    so when your blog cms changes and you cannot revert back safely, you feel as though you were already floating in space, but now you have been detached from the space ship. 

    its just you and your suit against the world. and you may stop breathing soon.

    which is exactly what they want you to think.

  3. Saturday, October 13, 2018

    she’s all, you are not ashamed of anything? 

    i said the only thing i feel constantly guilty of,

    shame isnt the word id call it,

    is this blog.

    this humble collection of zeros and ones floating around in the cyber space.

    i said, i wish i spent more time on it, with it, through it,

    pushing things, pulling things, stretching, revealing

    i wish i was able to create some of the beginnings of magic i used to be able to spark back in the day, the years before punk broke.

    there was a time i wouldnt have been happy only posting twice a day, let alone take whole days off

    or two.

    when i was young and dumb(er) and riding the bus every day i truly felt invincible

    that because i had nothing, really nothing, what could you take from me.

    so my girlfriend at the time took my hair.

    shaved it right off.

    put it in a bag and sold it to chokey chicken.

    then my bad job took my bad job.

    and then all these really good things happened. because of the sacrifice? yes. because of the growth? yes.

    yes to all of it.

    add some heat and funky fertilizer and water that shit every day and something new will happen.

    so the question is, am i ready for new. newer than new. is this the new? is this the thing?

    maybe its just the fertilizer.

    maybe it’s time to bring the heat.

  4. Tuesday, August 28, 2018

    bachelor bobs podcast fiesta 

    if you asked me a year ago if i would ever have a live-in girlfriend again i woulda honestly told you no

    i felt like i was too old, too weird, too stuck in my ways, and not handsome enough to nab the type of women i had been lucky enough to be with through my Past

    but it just shows to go you that i am often wrong about things, particularly matters of the heart.

    which makes me wonder what else i am wrong about. God? Politics? Gravity?

    i dont mind being wrong because when i am wrong it means that things are nicer than i expected

    not only did i think i would be bored as someones boyfriend at this age, but worse, i thought i would be boring to someone sweet.

    i never want to bore someone, especially a sweet girl who cooks and cleans and wears freaky clothes for me.

    people ask when i will ever quit this blog. my first answer is never because i hate quitters, but the truth is when it gets boring.

    but this will never be boring.

    i may have to get amber this necklace.

  5. Friday, August 17, 2018

    happy birthday to my all time favorite blog about busses 

    do you remember everything? like how this started?

    like how you were frustrated and sad and felt like your life would add up to nothing?

    do you remember how Blogger used to crash all the time, several times a day

    and you had to write to support and Real People would write you back and say oh try this

    or oh we did this for you

    and it was all free and it was nice and you sorta made friends with them, virtually anyway, because they were good souls?

    does anyone remember laughter or 40 comments on every post or blog rolls or

    the all powerful technorati 100?

    of course you don’t, youre so young and so much has gone under the bridge

    i dont remember half of it but this blog, my blog, the weirdest thing ive ever made, documented most of it

    due to broken links and poor planning a lot of the pictures are gone

    and the pictures made it so much better

    but the tales are somewhere in here. fond memories of not so fond experiences sometimes.

    and fortunately the only thing that was true

    was you.

    and i thank you.

    happy 17th birthday, busblog of hope.

    thank you for refreshing my memory.

  6. Thursday, June 14, 2018

    theres a thing called ‘voice’ that people like to talk about 

    and i get it, in theory, that in writing there is a particular tone that one could read into a blog post, an article, a report, ect

    and that’s nice, but where i come in conflict with some

    it is when i say it doesnt matter.

    when i was at the Times, i tried to convince as many desks as i could that they should consider group blogs as opposed to individual ones.

    i explained that tonypierce.com was pretty successful at a point, for a one man show, but i never really understood the power of a group blog until i was at LAist.

    there you could get lots of different points of view and

    OMG lots of different voices

    and that diversity is what brought in a larger audience.

    any time someone brought up a blog or a site that had a detectable voice, i brought up two that were rollicking group blogs with no unified voice.

    it wasn’t until two of our group blogs, the local news LA Now, and the Fabulous Forum sports blog, broke out once they started writing a bunch of stories a day.

    those successes allowed me to say with confidence that IF you believe in voice,

    then you should also encourage a chorus, which, when it is in tune, can create a more powerful emotion.

    but me – i don’t believe the audience is loyal. and i believe that they are clicking clicking clicking hundreds of times in between visits to your incredible web destination.

    and during those clicks they are hearing one different voice after another – and they love it. how do i know? because they keep clicking.

    what will keep them clicking within your web site / instagram feed / blog, isn’t a tone or a style similar to the one they just read

    but kickass posts, one after another, with interesting information that they can’t get anywhere else,

    with fascinating photos or graphics or charts.

    internet users are bombarded with conflicting, contradicting, ugly beautiful images and messages. the fact that you have 9 pink pictures in a row with some lilting sentences

    is not why someone will return.

    you impressing their friends will.

    and what impresses their friends is learning something shareable before you do.

  7. Tuesday, April 24, 2018

    why i dont care if you dont like this blog, by tony pierce 

    once you start caring what John thinks, you’re gonna care about what Paul, George and Ringo think.

    and fuck Ringo.

    once you start caring what Beyonce, Michelle, and Kendrick think, you’re gonna have to care about what Bruno thinks

    and fuck Bruno too.

    i dont mean that in a mean way i mean that in a Bruno shouldnt care what the busblog thinks either.

    people should just do their own things in as close to a vacuum as they can

    because before we know it we are going to be like Kansas: dust in the wind

    and the kids who see what little evidence we have of our existences are going to see what we wrote

    and if what we wrote was bullshit like OMG Trump Rulez or OMG USC helped South Central become what it is today

    well, those kids will laugh and dismiss you forever and your legacy will be tainted.

    however, if what you wrote was true and pure and honest and filled with soul and black girl magic then they will gobble all the rest of it up too.

    and they will see that one page of a great blog is different on each page and each month and each year.

    what you are reading is a 17 year work in progress. and it has progressed and changed and gone through ups and downs

    as it has stretched and risen and flown and grown.

    thats what good things do.

    so if some fool takes a stab at one page and disregards the hundreds others, well

    fuck Ringo and Bruno and Hater 1 and Hater 2

    this aint for you anyways.

    this is for the far-aways.

  8. Tuesday, April 17, 2018

    today i learned Stiff is worth $90? 

    sometimes when i get low i think what have i done so far and i think NOTHING

    such a question is so subjective because what is value? what is the right answer? who cares what youve bought or “earned” or made.

    but tonight i was looking for a Blogger hoodie because i am wearing one right now and i want to wear it a lot because i love it so it would be great to have a backup.

    so i went to ebay and one thing lead to another and there i was searching my name to see what would pop up

    and holy cow there’s Stiff and someone thinks it’s worth a ton of cash.

    i mean, it is the best thing ive ever written, and it is good, and i am proud of it because it’s wild and creative and

    ALL ME

    and i love it.

    but never did i think it would be worth that much.

    the seller has a bunch of images from the book like where i signed it. for some reason i just signed it Long Live Vegas which i totally agree with but it gives me no hint as to who i had sold it to.

    but the best was the thanks.

    it made me laugh because i forgot what i wrote there.

    because Stiff is an extension of some of the weirdest stuff from How to Blog i wanted to be honest about that

    and i also wanted to acknowledge that the rest of it originally came from this, the world famous blah blog, i thanked myself

    “for the use of my own shit”.

    i have had a good life. i have nothing to be ashamed of. i have nothing to fear about whatever comes next. there is no pressure other than to peak ontop of peak

    and to clean out the kitty litter tomorrow because it’s stinky.

    and whatever book i write next i want it to one day get sold for $200.

    thank you Blogger for all that youve given me,

    because sometimes all we need is a bigass canvas in which to rock.

  9. Sunday, February 11, 2018

    they want what you have 

    one of the more fascinating things about my life is at almost every turn

    and i dont say this as a victim, even though it may come across that way,

    but people want what i have.

    and then they ruin it.

    since day one people have told me how to run this blog: what to put on it, what to delete, what to change up

    theyve had plenty of time to make their own blogs. do they do it? nope.

    three times ive been paid money to run other peoples blogs

    each time the blogs i was handed were ok, and i turned them into something way better than ok.

    and then, after i leave, poof theyre gone, after others swore they wanted to improve them.

    but theyre gone.

    it’s almost like living in a house and no one plays the piano, but then i start playing it

    and it sounds beautiful after a while. and all these people gather to listen and applaud.

    then someone else takes the piano, rolls it down the street, and throws it into the grand canyon.

    maybe thats my lot in life. maybe thats what satan and the lord are doing, like im Job

    but instead of giving me warts all over my body and killing my family to see if i crack

    they just give me notes all day and when im not looking try to murder the sand castles i build.

    but the cubs won the world series, haters, i will never crack now.

  10. Monday, December 18, 2017

    10 years ago today i started working at the LA Times 

    it was a dream come true.

    it had been something i had been thinking about since i had been in college.

    and there i was.

    and my shirt and sweater were dumb, and my pants were weird, and i didnt know what shoes to wear

    and part of me was thinking “you’re the Blog Guy, you can be weird if you want!”

    and most of me was thinking, “you gotta be able to get the print people to like and respect you SELL OUT SELL OUT!”

    i dont think ive worn that shirt ever since, and i gave that sweater to the poor last Christmas.

    totally forgot it was famous.

    thats me and then-publisher David Hiller who right after that picture was taken said, “youre the blog expert, I have a blog but it isn’t very good. Do you have any advice?”

    i said, “Mr. Hiller, I have some bad news for you. You have a great life and I have learned a little pattern over the years: Good life, crappy blog. Crappy life, great blog.” He laughed and I don’t think he ever blogged again.

    as you can see from the stats at the bottom of this, 2017 will be the least prolific year in the 16 years of writing this blog. this will be post #311 this year with about two weeks left. some years i wrote 800 or 900 posts. OF GENIUS!

    why so few this year?

    is it because i have had a Good Life?

    sure, let’s pretend that that’s the reason.

    #goodlife