the insta punditgot blogads, the busblog flowed bob moulds blog more hits than usa today’s blog, and the new york times created their first blog.

the times dont call it a blog because they want to be all stuck up n shit, but sure enough they have joined the bandwagon so welcome aboard slackers. better late than never.

worked my ass off today and i was walking home from the subway and i thought about what it would be like to be a pro blogger. and all the way home i thought how it would probably suck cuz nobody would ever let you get away with calling the new york times or cbs or the president of the united states a fucking fuckhead and when all this is said and done, if you truly want to be a great writer

which i would hope a journalist would want to be

i would imagine that you would want to have a body of work to leave behind that people would be able to look at and say yeah and be impressed and want to tell their friends about

as opposed to a collection of middle of the road phil collins lyrics disguised as commentary and being presented as journalism.

i am a one hundred percent believer in Jesus Christ which means i believe we have one life and one death. why would i waste this short journey writing things in ways to please the lowest common denominator.

so many people worry about getting lots of hits and being more and more popular or making money or

forget it.

this blog lets me do everything i want.

yes my real job gets in the way from writing you but that might change

you know what a lot of guys do when they decide to quit the xbi?

they teach highschool.

this week also meant an end of 5ilver.net, after 4 years mindy has retired one of my favorite blogs

thankfully she started a new site: voxura

buzzmachine + wonkette + morland

lets talk about gifted fucks. lets talk about how kickass Lick is about to reveal itself as being.

superbowl sunday my friends. during halftime. you will see writing like you havent seen before on tonypierce.com, you will see graphics and design that blow this shit away. and you will see a classy style that takes sex drugs and rock to a new level.

and if i were to give the game ball out to one person Before the game even started i would have to give it to ms. raspil iverson of salt lake city utah who stepped up to the plate called her shot and not only hit the scoreboard but knocked the damn thing over.

then ran around the bases backwards like my man jimmy piersall.

she kicked so much ass that it is hard for me to take any credit whatsoever in Lick but i suppose if it wasnt for my idea and my vision and the fact that i attracted all these great writers to talk about some of their deepest darkest secrets it wouldnta happened.

but thats almost like giving christopher columbus credit for discovering amerikkka.

none of these writers needed to be discovered. and ms iverson definitely didnt need to be discoverd and if she did i will lose her to some big time website before the probowl kicks off, and thats fine with me.

i think you kids will like what you see at halftime on lickmagazine.com

and the cool part is…

it’s just the begining

prepare to see Lick updated once a week, prepare to see a daily updated group blog, prepare to see something that takes this medium to a new direction of revelation creativity and intrigue.

prepare to be impressed by the women of the web and their wonders.

ms. raspil iverson cheif director of style, lick magazine

mr. oswald undertone, president of hosting services, networking, and class

lick behind the scenes bloggy

papa jeffrey solomon, technical consultant, cheif sultan, diaper changer

karisa has been making a concerted effort to spend a little more time with me. that makes me happy. tonight we went drinking at the good luck bar, which is within walking distance from my hollywood bungalow and yet even though ive lived here for what 57 years i still havent frequented.

it was great.

reportedly the place is packed on the weekends but tonight it was about three quarters full when we arrived at 10 and about one quarter full when we had our last baileys at 1:15a.

the bar is dark, the jukebox played x and the clash and elvis costello. at one point someone put stairway to heaven on and the bartender walked over to it and turned it off and then on again so it’d go to a new song.

it was the only time we’d hear zeppelin but those few seconds were plenty as none of us needed to hear any more of that song tonight.

karisa and i talked about lots of little superficial things like television and rearing children and gays in pro sports, which of course led to me dissing her quarterback tom brady who will probably lead the new england pats to a superbowl victory on sunday despite the fact that he probably wouldnt give a cheerleader the time of day.

she said, what proof do you have that hes gay?

i said just look at him.

she said thats not enough evidence.

i was all, joe willie namath stood on the sidelines in a floor length white mink coat and he still didnt look or act gay and yet your boy cant not look like a fairy even when hes driving his team down the field with nothing left on the clock.

still she remained loyal and unmoved on my accusation. but whatever, shes a girl, shes forgiving when it comes to good looking winning quarterbacks who are poised to bring another ring to her home state.

soon we would reach agreement on a sad point. we’re both so over 103.1 fm. we dont even listen to it any more.

the problem is, they dont change their songs up nearly enough.

its painfully obvious that they have bob marleys legend the clash’s london calling and k-tels the best of grunge on heaviest rotation and i wont even get into the Spree, but after a while i know im gonna hear something off either Wild Gift or Check Your Head, which trust me, is never a bad thing, but theres a lot of rock to choose from, so why not keep choosing.

wheres zwan and king missile and celebrity skin and mr bungle and urge overkill and sugar and tom waits, victoria williams and motorhead and de la soul and digital underground? wheres nomeansno and house of large sizes and kinky and the boo-yaa tribe? theres a bottomless pit of quote unquote independent music that kroq wouldnt dare put on their airwaves that would sound just as good as the third ramones record in an hour, so why must they insist on singing that cover of mad world for the tenth time in the day?

bust with the jesus and mary chain for pete sake

and the pogues

and the minutemen and firehose and watt and the rentals.

remind the kids who jello biafra was and is, and what negativland did and how good teenage fanclub and nashville pussy sounded.

where the fuck is my motorhead

thats all i want to know

wheres my boy lemmy and dont you dare tell me that he’s not independent.

we toasted and drank and kept getting more and soon we were done and soon it was over and it had gone so quickly but we were both responsible adults and before you know it my electric blanket was warmed and i had finished telling you all that needed to be said.

other than janet is still looking good.

as always.

damnnit janet.

beautiful mistake + raymi + no blood no foul