well now that the good people

over at Valleywag have let the cat out of the bag, i can finally explain why on earth Buzznet would be Banned by Myspace.

if you try to say “buzznet” in an myspace email, it used to be considered obscene and you had to say something like “uzznetbay”

but now they have prevented anyone from using a Buzznet url in a message or in their code. so lets pretend that you have a Buzznet account and you took a cool picture and you want to show one of your friends on Myspace and you type the url in their comments — instead of it looking like it should: http://tony.buzznet.com it will look like this http://tony…

meaning your friend will think youre high (again) and have no clue as to what url youre talking about.

similarily if you try to put up something cool on your myspace page to make it look better like one of Buzznet’s flash photo galleries like i have on the left hand side of the busblog, you’ll get an error message.

however, as Valleywag pointed out, if you had put that flash gallery on your page before the crackdown your code has remained. but if you try to edit it, it will drop off.

so why are they banning us? we have no freaking idea.

we are miniscule, we are paltry, we are quaint.

myspace is owned by rupert murdoch’s fox and has over 75 million users.

buzznet is independently owned and has less than 1 million users.

to paraphrase depeche mode we’re a fly in their windscreen

in fact what will probably happen from this specific post is more people will probably go to myspace to witness the Buzznet censorship than will go to Buzznet, but it’s cool, we’re used to it.

but what’s very odd is not long ago myspace pulled this on the video community YouTube, preventing myspace users from hotlinking to YouTube content. eventually myspace stopped that practice and all was well with both companies.

so what’s odd is, why would myspace consider Buzznet more of a threat to their overwhelming popularity than YouTube who have millions of users and tons of hype including being mentioned in the Time magazine cover piece alongside… myspace?

is it because we were the official photo sharing community for Coachella?

is it because we allow our users to have hundreds if not thousands of photos in their accounts and they only allow twelve?

is it because we helped Knight Ridder get a Pulitzer by enabling them to reach out to their users and post pictures from the Katrina devistation while the boys at myspace are having their good name sullied with 140+ myspace deaths and reports of child molesters preying on their members?

i dont think so, but you never know.

anyways, i have a feeling that myspace probably did this because they could. some people, even the most powerful people feel uncomfortable just sitting around and enjoying their great success, they feel like they have to do something and sometimes the only thing that they can figure out to do is to stop someone or something.

even if theyre not bothering you, even if they could be someone who is a benefit.

Valleywag called Buzznet a direct competitor to myspace. i dont see it that way, i see us as two companies in the vast seas of the web. complimentary to each other. like peanutbutter and jelly, like hot fudge and ice cream, like jack and coke.

imagine if coca-cola heard that people were mixing rum or whiskey with their sugar water and wanted bars to stop selling booze. people would be all, wtf? buzznet is a photo sharing community that also has a wide variety of video content and personal blogs. myspace is a place for friends.

i dont know about you, but i use myspace to check out hot babes and see if my friends said something crazy about me on my profile. meanwhile after i get back from an event like Coachella and i want to post my 150 pics and 25 videos i go to Buzznet.

the two sites go very well together on my computer, i dont see why they cant get along on the web.

hopefully this issue of censorship will be resolved soon. we can only pray.

valley wag + laist makes a funny about it + paul

todays still karisas birthday

we met in line at the Prince concert in 84 at glam slam after he had played the forum. she wanted a smoke and i said if you smoke you’ll get breast cancer and those sweet ta’s will fall off and roll down the street.

she laughed so hard her gum flew in my eye and i said you whore!

when we got inside it was super late, maybe 3am and she was dancing on a platform and i was trying to look up her skirt but she had wonderwoman underoos beneath her glittery mini and this time she let her gum fall in my eye on purpose so i bought her a drink.

a week later i ran into her at the chicago hot dog place in westwood near where the blockbuster music was. i was all hey ho. she was like im surprised you recognized me with gum still in your eye. and i was all i will never remove this gum seeing it came from such a fine biatch as you. and i heard her order extra onions on her shit so sweetly. “can you give me so many onions that they spill out everywhere? kthanx!”

about three days later we ran into each other during a pool party in the hollywood hills. nobody was swimming in the pool, it was a cramped party in a two bedroom apartment or condo or somethig. they had a band playing on the balcony overlooking the pool and everyone had to look up to see the band. i thought it was gonna get shut down any minute so i jumped in the pool cuz i was sweaty from the motorhead show that just let out down the street.

just as soon as i yelled Cannonballllll! there went flying our pal karisa in a perfect swan dive right where i was about to land and i ended up on her head. and i was all you trollop! and she was all how can you still have gum in your eye and we laughed and laughed and laughed and we tried to smoke wet cigarettes in the shallow end until someone brought us some cloves and we pulled them into the water for being lame.

a month later i saw her on the dancefloor at the florentine gardens. justin timberlake and britney spears had just broken up and people were whispering hey thats justin or hey thats britney and just as brit and justin wer about to have a dance off karisa started breakdancing and pop locking to herbie hancock’s rockit and then had the freaking nerve to call me out. so i moonwalked to where she was took my fedora off a la michael jackson and did the worm the hustle and the atomic slide ending with something i like to call the spastic hippie which instantly made the crowd forget everything about brit and justin who were forced to hold their “spontaneous” dance off the next week at the viper.

i will never forget the times i ran into karisa before we became friends. once i was window shopping at agent provaceteour and guess who was working the cash register? once i was trying to cut in line at Pinks and guess who was there with two giant black dudes from the visiting San Francisco Giants. once i was stealing a car and guess who was in the back seat doing body shots with lindsay lohan on mary kate olsen’s ass?

once i was in band camp and guess who let me borrow her reed.

but licked it first and i didnt know whether to melt or throw up a little cuz i have to put that shit in my mouth chili dog xtra onions girl!

happy birthday karisa and if youre too busy making money maybe we can have a drink at the good luck club and watch kobe take it to the suns.

todays karisa’s 23rd birthday

and she doesnt look a day over 48.

i met karisa in the frozen food aisle of the Jon’s on La Brea and i thought to myself “that girl seems to be singing along to Poison’s ‘Something To Believe In’ thats playing over the quietspeaker, and she seems to be making a delicious meal for one, and she happens to be mildly attractive, and she appears to have a magic coming from her everything that i should investigate further.”

and then three fashion models pushed their carts into me, but i didnt notice.

and then three pirates swung by on ropes with knives in their mouths, nabbing the models and taking them home

and then three wise men asked me which row the frankenscense was in and i said aisle 666 bitch and said hey poison fan and she said hey cub fan

i was wearing my cubs hat

and we chatted and i asked for her phone number and she said i dont give my phone number out at grocery stores and i said good i wouldnta respected you if you did, how about parking lots?

she made shrimp scampi with a white sauce that made me remember my training back at the xbi up in isla vista. i wanted to tell her that i had never had such a scampi like that in nearly a decade but i couldnt because xbi shit you really shouldnt divuldge with strangers expecially if theyre about to pop open a second bottle of white zin.

but i did

because i trusted her.

something about her made me

perhaps it was the red sox hat on the teddy bear

maybe it was the skateboard on the pile of completly read newspapers

maybe it was the leapord skin brastrap peeking through her handmade tshirt that said masshole 4 lyfe

jay z was singing h to the izzo and i said its the cilantro. hows a girl from western mass know to put cilantro on the scampi

and she said

because tony pierce

i hadnt told her my last name yet

i know about eight things more than you do

and that night i learned how she knew my last name

and i found out how she knew how to make xbi scampi

and i found out how many bottles of wine on the wall it took her to puke

and even though we;ve known each other, what, fifty years now or some shit, she still knows a few more things than i do

which is one reason i love her.

of many.

and tonight im going to have dinner with her and her cali friends. i know her mass friends wish they were here with her. i know some of my readers wish they were here to eat with her, and lord knows johnny damon wishes he hadnt taken that 17 mil because now hes on karisas shit list and therefore off the evite list.

karisa and i have committed and solved many crimes. ive seen her make grown men crawl ontop of roofs and howl at the moon. ive seen her drive a four wheeler in a chinese dress with a camel hanging out of her mouth, but you know one sight ive never seen? ive never seen her beat me at ms pac man.

the reason the patriots are any good is cuz new england wants their favorite daughter back home

the reason the red sox finally won it all is cuz they didnt want her to forget about them.

the reason saddam got found in that hole that day was he was caught trying to get karisa to chat with him online.

so baby today is your big day. we’ve bowled together, we’ve rocked out together, we’ve snowboarded together, we’ve driven to mexico and frisco, we’ve hangglided off the hollywood sign when noone was looking.

we helped crash the internet that one day. we snuck all the wmds out of iraq just to make bushie look foolish and clear joe wilsons good name.

and now youre a wesssssider out there on the beach we dont see each other that much, which is why youve gotta quit your job so we can have long lunches at the standard with anna nicole and her crazy assistant, like olden days.

i will never forget the first time we really hung out at the great western forum at the slim shady show with mix master mike and those insane snowboarders who rocked the halfpipe inside the forum.

it was a sign that nothing with you would be even slightly normal, or dull.

im super lucky to know you and i cant wait to see you tonight so i can give you this cd i made that i know you’ll like cuz its got your boy snoop dogg on it.

happy birthday superstar,

tony

the death of pj + we once saw u2 + when she lived in the hollywood dell