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nothing in here is true

  1. Sunday, December 25, 2016

    joy to the world, all the boys and girls 

    today a child was born.

    a child who scared leadership so much that the king ordered to have him killed.

    his dad couldnt get a hotel room.

    a gigantic star was blowing up his spot.

    it was cold as balls.

    and the artists kept painting him with blue eyes.

    the donkeys knew what was up.

    as did the mule and the lambs.

    and the goats.

    and the drummer boys.

    the killers were coming, but so were the wise men.

    and all around him were angels, chillin,

    doing what they could,

    which was little.

    it’s ok. he had this.

    you have this.

    today is the day God became human, striking fear into all the things that should be fearful,

    and hope into the hearts of the hopeful.

    today inspired a long list of beautiful songs, weird customs, and totally unrelated activities.

    but at its heart is love.

    the best of all.

    merry christmas from the world famous busblog

    and the super secret xbi

    champions of the world.

  2. Friday, September 16, 2016

    my hippy friends at UCSB 

    hippie friends at ucsb

    way back when i was in college we didn’t take a lot of pictures. back then you had to use film and get it developed and it all cost money. it was insane.

    so of my whole four years at UCSB i think there are only like 9 pictures of me total.

    i had two sets of friends at school, both of whom i still am very close with: my Daily Nexus friends and my hippy friends.

    one Christmas the ladies of the latter group decided that we should all dress up and have a “formal” dinner before we all flew home for Christmas break. not everyone had the latest in high fashion, in fact looking at this it might appear that some of us robbed the local Goodwill, but we tried, because why not.

    we were all “poor” but we always had food to eat, beer to drink, and fun to have and best of all we all shared.

    often i say im the luckiest man alive and i seriously cannot even imagine how different my life would be now if i wasn’t placed in the San Nicolas dorm and instantly clicked with all of these super sweet, very fun people.

  3. Friday, December 25, 2015
  4. Thursday, December 24, 2015
  5. Tuesday, December 22, 2015

    i keep thinking about Jesus and wondering what he thinks about the USA 

    banksy christmas card

    and how some politicians are all, no way man you can’t let foreigners into OUR COUNTRY

    and how some of the people, many of them actually, are like HELL TO THE NO – STAY OUT FREAKS!

    and they all run around high fiving each other while mumbling this n that about the gays and the blacks and

    i wonder if Jesus is like, shit when i was down there it was bad, but youd think after two thousand years something woulda gotten better

    Silver Lake got better, downtown, even the Cubs have all improved.

    “why is it that the richest, smartest, most blessed nation on the whole globe is acting like a bunch of damn dummies?” Jesus is probs asking right now in between performing miracles while a harp plays in the distance.

    free will, says the cherub.

    they were always damn dummies, says another, giggling, and then farting out a lil rainbow.

    these were the people i loved the most, Jesus whispers to himself, probs, sniffling from sadness

    wondering if anything he ever said or did mattered or got listened to

    number one best seller around the globe but did anyone really

    get it?

    did anyone in power ever say

    Oooooooooooh we’re supposed to

    GIVE

    to the poor and destitute and sick and dying and persecuted?

    are you sure we arent supposed to heckle and renounce?

    and the donkey in the clouds eats hay

    and way far away

    Jesus says the f word

    and slams a door

    probs.

  6. Friday, December 26, 2014

    a merry busblog Christmas wish 

    merry christmasthis is now the 13th Christmas that the busblog has been around. i know, seriously?

    almost every day for the last year ive had a struggle about what to post or how.

    do i make something fantastical, bizarre, and weird

    or do i simply report the facts in a boring way and get on with real life.

    ive done my best to mix the two because boring isnt beautiful.

    but i have the desire to make things weirder and weirder because thats what hendrix taught us and for some reason we resist.

    so heres my plan for the upcoming year.

    i have about a dozen secret blogs. theyre all boring, which defeats the purpose.

    so on the world famous busblog going forward things will get weird.

    then on the super secret down and dirty try to find it korean hackers blog will be the real life tales of the day. like old school journal diary three ring binder omg i cant believe what happened today.

    but since nothing in here is true who knows what i’ll do.

    my only hope is it isnt boring because the worst thing you could do to your reader is waste their time.

    i have to go into work today because my work-from-home computer isnt syncing with my desk computer

    then im gonna drive around LA because LA is all sparkley from last weeks rains and blow dried from the winds. it’s gorgeous.

    also cuz i miss driving and i get to do it for the next two weeks straight.

    too bad i cant bring the kittens.

    wish i could.

  7. Thursday, December 25, 2014

    ali was all lets have a drink 

    rustic inn

    shes of the jewish persuasion which means her parents made mexican food last night

    i had a pizza and i tossed a little tuna fish into the kitties bowl.

    why not.

    we drank and the music was beautiful, mostly classic rock and a little metal.

    it’s interesting which places are open and which are closed on christmas eve.

    and today i watched movies and passed out as the kittens curled up next to me

    and i chilled to the next episode.

    tonight i’ll dine with jeanine, who today is 100 days sober.

    the best movie i watched today was wreck-it ralph, second time ive seen it.

    the details, the messages, damn.

    and way better than frozen

  8. Tuesday, December 16, 2014
  9. Friday, December 27, 2013
  10. Wednesday, December 25, 2013

    two thousand and 14 years ago today a little baby had a price on his head 

    little house

    dude wasnt even born yet and the king of the land wanted him murdered.

    the baby’s dad had one job. get a motel room.

    bro didn’t have to impregnate the momma, didnt have to have a good job, big house, nothing

    just had to find a place to deliver this angel unto the world.

    today is the birthday of an actual angel.

    the dictionary says an angel is “a spiritual being believed to act as an attendant, agent, or messenger of God, conventionally represented in human form with wings and a long robe.”

    so minus the wings thats what todays birthday boy was: a living angel sent here to be our agent

    messenger

    and attendant.

    when i think about Christianity i think about those things.

    even in the old testament humans were made by God to attend to the Earth and all the cool freaky things down here

    and some of the freaky things are the people who wanna get in the way of Good.

    or who i find more interesting: the people who get in the way and don’t even realize it.

    Herod wasn’t the only hater Jesus had in his life.

    in fact it’s easier to count the number of people who were all Team Jesus than those who weren’t buying it.

    even his so called disciples turned their back on him – and worse, their hearts – at some point.

    but Jesus kept on trucking because he knew his role: to be our attendant – and who are we?

    idiots who eat apples because talking snakes tell us to.

    morons who lose our minds over things that look pretty in the right light.

    and lemmings who fall for the same traps that our predecessors did no matter how much we claim we’ve learned.

    thats who Jesus signed up to sacrifice everything for

    for some unknown reason thats never fully explained in the good book

    which means it could only be one thing

    if it’s not logical, it must be for love.

    happy birthday you crazy angel

    thank you for making us in your loving image.

    for no good reason other than to see what else can be done using true angelic love.