hi tony

hi blog.

are you mad at me?

no, why would you say that?

well, um, well, you used ta update me 3-4 times a day, and lately it’s been down to 2 times a day.

oh bloggy bloggy bloggy blog. i still love you. im just busy as all hell.

i know you are.

no seriously. do you have any idea what sort of mess LA is in and i’ve got to fix it?


are you crying?

sniff… no.

you ARE crying!

shut up. so.

dude youre the best blog in the world. everythings gonna be ok. things will slow up and i can write on here all the time again.

i know.

seriously. ive got some great plans for you.

you do?

well, not really. but im sure i will think of something good real soon.

what about my archives, why do you let them go to shit?

cuz on the weekends i really just want to chill out and not blog and not write and not do shit but lay around and watch baseball.


blog, the website hasnt been updated since bunny visited. if anyone should bitch its the site.


my links page is fucked. my everything is fucked, blog. if theres one thing that is even sorta in good shape its you.

i know, but i could be sooooo much better.

trust me, i know. and it kills me. its just that i have lick and the lick blog and work and the ladies and do you have any idea how many books i have to read to be able to write this well?

you dont read any books tony.

i know. but i should. then i would be able to write well.

whatever. just try to spend a little more time on me and i’ll be happier and maybe people will comment more or donate to the car fund or something. or maybe you’ll get laid more or something.


thanks tony.

im sorry blog.

its cool tony.

i love you buddy.

dont be gay, bro.


i liked the oliver stone documentary with castro. it was honest. it was interesting and it was far from soft on the dictator.

because im the luckiest man alive

liana bunny big tanky and two strppers

and because the ladies of LA are so generous and beautiful and connected and wonderful.

and because the pickings are slim for the single young females, tonight i get to see a special sneak preview of Kill Bill 2 at the historic mann’s chinese theatre thanks to the good people who made Uma Thurman’s shoes: Asics.

thank you Asics and thank you Liana for letting me be your guest.

and thank you Liana for letting me take karisa if youre too busy saving the world to go.

we’ll see you at the after party and later at the Standard and if i lack any blogging tomorrow it’s cuz im still hungover.

i didnt truly love love love the first Kill Bill. it seemed to me to be violence for violence sake and very little plot.

i didnt like that it only took uma a few minutes to chop up a couple dozen dudes with swords but then took an excrutiatingly long time to reach a conclusion with Lucy Lui

who’s just one girl.

i loved, however, the opening exchange between uma and vivica.

how quentin gets all these fine women to look even finer in his films is wonderful, especially since it’s been a long time since either uma, daryll or vivica have been carded, if you know what i mean.

and of course i loved the ball-and-chain weilding asian school girl who very truly needs to answer my phone calls and marry me.

and although jackie brown was a major disappointment, i have nothing but high hopes for this film tonight.

i hope i get to see it with the hottest cuban girl in hollywood

but if i have to accompany karisa, i suppose i will survive.

and if this movie sucks, trust me, i will tell you.

flagrant + wisdom goof + kate sullivan