day two utah

didnt leave vegas until 2:40 because i had to be a dope and get lost trying to get to the Fry’s at the begining of the Strip. then i was really tired while driving in the middle of the day and i thought, why the hell am i tired and then i was all, oh yeah maybe it was because you were up till 5am drinking and smoking with strippers and not eating any dinner.

nevada is bright as hell in the middle of the day when you have a semihangover. checked the oil and i was a quart short which didnt make me super happy because i thought this oil situation was over but i guess that black smoke that comes out of my tail pipe when im passing mini vans while on an upclimb on a hill is my oil getting burned so ive either gotta a) drive slower b) start checking the oil a little more oftenlike.

id never driven east or north from Vegas before so it was interesting to see that theres a speedway right outside of sin city, and it was interesting to see how much of nothing is right there too. nothing for miles. and miles. nothing meaning desert. an old timey sage brush rolled across the freeway just to remind me that God has a sense of humur and likes to say hi in funny ways.

hi buddy.

then he totally busted out with some amazingly red rocks and this gorge that the 15 snakes through on the way to the arizona border which are impossible to photograph but i tried anyways. then youre suddenly in utah and i stopped off at a Best Buy to get a fish eyed lens for the new video camera i got. $38. thanks BB.

there were signs that said Dinosaur Tracks, 2.2 miles ahead so i asked the kids at BB if it was worth my time and the two employees said never been there. and i said pardon me but it doesnt seem like theres anything to do in this town and youre telling me you havent been to the Dinosaur tracks? then they asked two people if it was worth it and they said they hadnt been there neither.

now i dont know about you, but if i lived in the midst of nowhere and i met a pretty girl or went to school with one, id damn sure say hey baby wanna come see the Dinosaur Tracks with me and then later the submarine races?

but i guess the mormons dont finger each other next to the fossils.

pulled over shortly thereafter and got some Arbys cuz im crazy about their curly fries which would haunt me later. but after my meal my drowsyness really set in and i said ive gotta play this shit right, no way is tony pierce gonna die in fucking utah over something as lame as falling asleep at the wheel.

and one very nice thing that i have noticed here is that they have Public/Private rest stops which i guess means the state pays gas stations in the middle of buttfuck some money to keep part of their property available for semi trucks and cars to just park. which is what i did. i laid the chair back and tried to get a few zzz’s. but it was really creepy trying to sleep in my car an hour before sundown.

mostly because right before i actually fell asleep i opened my eyes to make sure that i wasnt still driving and dozing off thinking that i had pulled over. you know how your daydreams can turn into real nodding off sometimes at the wheel? homeys not going out like that. needless to say i didnt fall asleep but it was good to just close my eyes for 15 minutes and think about football.

when i woke up i worked a little on LAist and wrote an email to my three day girlfriend Linda who used to work at the state prison but now apparently works as a sherrifs deputy. i emailed her and said im in utah and i will be spending the night in slc, lets do lunch tomorrow if you get this email in time. and if you do heres my phone number incase youve lost it. and within minutes, holland, she called me and said omg what are you doing here?

so she told me where to get a motel room and we made plans. but as i was trying to find the motel all of a sudden those curly fries wanted to get out of the car through the back door if you know what i mean. by now it was dark and i was driving through the countryside of utah. and i had to pee cuz i was drinking mountain dew to keep myself alive and i was squirming because these curly fries werent taking hell no for an answer.

i found a bible store that had a dumpster in the back and i looked for tp but all i found were napkins and i was all, im gonna get shot for pooping next to someones dumpster, well thats better than just falling asleep and dying. so first i pissed in hopes that that would relieve some of the pressure, and it did. so i got back in the car and sure enough two blocks later there was a Chevron so i could drop the kids at the pool. and murphys law there was a trash can in front of the door.

damn mormons had cleaned the john for the night cuz they were about to close the inside to the public. but i bum rushed it, moved the trash can, accepted the pine scent of cleaner and destroyed that can.

mark twain fucking wished he wrote travel journals like this.

super cute blonde girl working the register frowned when i came out a good 15 minutes later, not at all pondering, as i had, the irony of the amount of gas i had produced in the gas station. and her mom didnt like the way i turned her frown upsidedown with a hollywood wink.

i got a banana, some apple juice and a muffin for the morning and said thanks for letting me use the mens room, but you didnt have to clean for me.

then i watched John Fogerty do like 5 new tunes on austin city limits, then i worked on LAist all night and now its 444am and at 411 i was all do i really have to blog on the busblog and every inanimate object in this little motel room stood up and said FUCK YES YOU LAZY FUCKER. so there you go buddys. now im gonna touch myself and pass out before the cock crows.


climbing the ladder
+ pinky + negro please

five years ago

today i got more upset with right wing fake bloggers than i do now

fuck drudge, who knows less about music than he does about television or politics. fuck drudge for being the least talented and unfunniest fuck who ever tried to gank a style from a better age – a time when Blacks were more fucked than ever, and when television didn’t have cable, and when the Internet was a secret that the Good Lord had yet to pull from his sleeve. also a time when no paper in the free world would have allowed such a hack like drudge to do more than scream extra extra on its filthy corners.

there is an art to being a negative creep and practice all he wants, he’s a failure. like a crack baby taking its first steps, drudge falls on his face each and every time. i have yet to see him even come up with one original lead and it pains me that the kids look up to him, but like their love for Mickey Mouse and dirt pies, they’ll grow out of this passing fad soon enough, i’m sure. just watch.

among all the good things that went down last night on mtv, so many that N*Sync apologized each time they won, basically, was a killer rock group named Mudvane, dressed in white tuxedoes and bullet holes in the center of their foreheads. they won the MTV2 award – consistant with the fresh approach to the fledgling new channel.

but drudge is not a man, he’s a hole where you can rat-out your boss and he’ll post it and call it journalism. he’ll post it, that is, as long as it’s juicy, and as long as it aligns with his predictable and petty politics. if he’s gonna steal styles, why can’t he copy real writers like Cobain, Hemingway, or Plath? and i dont mean mimic how they wrote.

sure it makes for funny posts, but it gives them more attention than they deserve. sure the instapundit has replaced drudge as the king of comedy but ignoring both of them have seemed to produce the desired result since theyve both dropped substantially in places like the technorati top 100, which means that either i have incredible influence or im not the only one who has grown tired of their humorless propaganda and are no longer shocked by it.

besides, with every hit those guys get a saudi has earned a new virgin since they continue to help us keep our eyes off the prize. because if you recall, the saudis crashed planes into the wtc, not iraqis, not closeted gays, and not pajamas media.

if bush wants to take the focus off his friends the sauds, and if yes men on the payroll with blogs want to play politics with the safety of america, thats their sin they have to deal with. and lord knows ive got plenty of my own. pa-lenty.

justagirl + mike g + mark

its 536am ive had like three hours sleep in two days

stripperim outta control. im insane. im writing emails and blog posts and comments and lust letters for losers and im in the playoffs in fantasy baseball and im making dvds for people who put me up on the road and im making a video tape for a hot girl in mlps and now im watching Next and not only did all i want was a pepsi but all i wanted was to play PSP.

have i told you about this PSP, this company wanted me to review their movie for the busblog and i said great what theatre is it playing in and they said no no we will give you the movie and i was totally full on expecting a dvd but instead they freaking sent me a brand new psp and gave me the movie and the movie wasnt very good so i told them do you really want me to tear this film of yours to shreds because trust me i can do that and they were all uh nah just enjoy the device.

Jessica in chicago asked me about tattoos and the bible. i forget her exact question but i sorta recall her asking where in the bible it says that you cant have tattoos and baby its Leviticus 19:28

Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you: I am the LORD.

now some people say oh Leviticus 19 isnt that the same general area that says “You shall not cut the hair on the sides of your heads, neither shall you clip off the edge of your beard.” which is why the hasidics have those curls over their ears?

well, yes, that line is actually right before where it says dont have tattoos. and even though i cut all the hair on the sides of my head and clip off the edge of my beard for some reason i dont think its the same thing as not getting a tattoo. i know i know omg tonys flawed. yep thats me. id freaking love tattoos. it would change my life cuz id work out like LL so my back could say 93117 in gothic numerals but for some reason,,, whatever i cant explain it. maybe im going to hell.

im probably going to hell. yesterday i posted this busblogish story about the stingray that killed the croc hunter apologizing. i thought it was funny, which frankly is all that i worry about, and it helped get us the biggest day ever during my evil reign and it also got me a few death threats and hella negative comments.

the main reason for all of those results was because of my headline that somehow made it to the top of the news.google.com page and stayed there for a little while. it was the biggest avalanche of hits id ever seen. i took a screenshot because it was so funny. it looked like The Onion.

one dayyesterday i had to do a lot of errands which is one reason i woke up at noon after going to sleep at 9am. as i did the errands i realized i hadnt eaten and it was 4pm. i had to buy a new camera and it was sorta a big purchase and i almost passed out. so i went to jack n the crack and got their new egg and bacon burrito and i still was sorta light headed but i had to get to hollywood blvd because i remembered there was a tiny shop across from the Geisha House that sold new luggage supra cheap. i was insane in there. non stop talking for some reason.

oh and before i got there i got lost cuz i thought it was closer to kung pao kitty and guess who was on the phone next to his limo as i passed by? mc fucking hammer. he was yelling at someone so i gave him the double six shooter point ala isaac from loveboat. later we crossed paths again when he was heading to popeyes and i had made a uturn to walk west.

im losing it america. bbut as we passed he said much love my brotha and i said oakTOWN!

cobrasnake sent me the shirt that everyone said was the ugliest shirt ever except he got me one in green. i cant say that its much better than the pink, infact if i had gotten the pink i was gonna give it to the next fine lady that sent me something unmentionable but instead i think i will keep this shirt not just because it really is the ugliest thing but because it smells bad too.

i might not make it out of here tomorrow/today, i still have a lot of loose ends i need to tie before i hit the road. which is weird because im not even supposed to be here right now.

i got a phone call from africa the other day and i was on top of the world.

my interview with COOP!

anna kournikova called me while i was watching tv

kournikova this morning. she heard the maria sharpanova tennis match on in the background and hung up. later she called to apologize. i said, isnt that rico suave in the background, you know, your man? she changed the subject and said she had a Boyfriend Application that she was gonna send me.

but only if i promised not to put it on my blog.

i said i know youre reverse psychologing me and she giggled.

Name: dumbass
Age: 113 (114 on 10/22)
Location: hollyweird
Height: 5’10”
Hair color: skin
Eyes: without a face
Piercings/tattoos: if it wasnt against the bible? no & hella

OTHER:
1. Where would we go on dates? strip clubs, horse tracks, roller rinks, speak easys, buddhist temples, state fairs, hawaiis
2. Who are three of your favorite bands/artists? tsar, sex pistols, andy warhol
3. Do you drink/smoke?? yes/no
4. Do you like the beach? in theory
5. If so…would you go with me late at night? you know the freaks come out at night
6. Do you like movies? very few
7. If so would you stay up and watch them with me all night? at my age you’re lucky if i can do anything all night
8. If you were to take me out to a movie would we watch the movie? probably
9. If not what would we be doing? sleeping
10. Do you play an instrument? yep
11. If so…what? skin flute. baritone, thanks.
12. Would you call me right after we saw eachother to make sure i made it home alright? no, thats what Jesus is for.
13. How would you rate your hugs from 1-10? i still need some practice
14. Favorite body part on a girl? skirt
15. What would you say is the best thing about yourself? my gonads are so hot
16. Do you have any reps (ie: heartbreaker, player, slut)? recently i was called a hit whore. jealous.
17. Would you give me kisses just because? theres a reason for all of my kisses.

What Would You do if…
I cried: yawn
I said I liked you: doubt it
I kissed you: harden
I wanted to bone you: dare you/
I touched your ass: call your mom
I was hospitalized: steal yr meds
I ran away from home: realized i was dating teens again
I got in a fight and you were there: call the play-by-play
I got dumped: put on my dennis rodman jersey
I pissed you off: try to hold it in but fail

What Do You Think Of My…
Personality: eh
Eyes: hot
Face: eh
Hair: hot
Clothes: too binding
Voice: super hot, i love accents
Humor: i laugh at everything
Choice of music: youre a girl, its not your fault
Manners: your parents raised you right
Friends: your friends are the girls id never date. ever. unless to get even.
Decisions: you need a new magic 8 ball, cuz your current one sucks

Would You…
Be my friend: sure, but then the terrorists win
Tell me the truth no matter what: i only lie in my blog
Buy me a birthday gift: busblog panties are in the mail
Lie to make me feel better: but you dont look fat in that
Spread rumors about me: to who? the entire interwebs? nah.
Go out at 4am to get me chocolate: stoner. yes.
Keep a secret if I told you one: id probably forget your secret after 10 mins
Loan me some cash: you make like 10,000x what i make, but sure.
Hold my hand: my second favorite thing to do with girls
Keep in touch: depends on how nice you were to me
Make me a snack: id rather make you wet, but fine, youre a snack.
Try and solve my problems: my specialty
Love me: does lust count?
Makeout with me: more than you probably can stand
Hold me in times of need: while playing weezers “hold me”? sure.
Ditch me: not without fair warning
Use me: todays modern woman is so willing theres no need to use them
Ask me out: lets go out baby
Date me: dates are what its all about
Bone me: only if you beg and wear that ho outfit
Makeout with me whenever you had the chance: i always have the chance
Hold me and make my problems go away: the only problem you have is youre not here.

jessica + pitt costello + krista + foxxy

in august LAist had its biggest month ever.

et

the second biggest was july, followed by june. just because my bosses are happy doesnt mean that everyone is. here is something someone wrote to me about my labor, on labor day, which just goes to show you, you can lead a horse to water but stand back because he’ll soon have to piss:

I try not to hate anyone , I believe in kindness and understanding, what bothers me is that a person like Tony Pierce is an editor of anything, the lack of intellect that he exudes should place him in a more suitable profession, such as bar tending or detailing cars, or just anything that doesn’t require any more thought than vacuuming a room.

he seems to be the kind of person that hears something from a bunch of 20 year old kids and makes an opinion on the conversation and writes it down for thousands to read but has no real knowledge of the issue, has researched nothing, hasn’t enlisted the advice from anyone in the know, but thinks because he “FEELS” a certain way about an issue and other uninformed people around him “FEEL” the same way he must be right.
I really don’t blame him at all, I blame the people higher up that hire idiots like him to right opinion pieces on the major issues of the day that can influence thousands of other uninformed idiots.
Please try and hire Intelligent people that will inform themselves before they inform others about how or what they “FEEL” on an issue, and if they cant relate an informed view, take their podium away and let them go to the park and stand on a bench and ramble on about when the worlds going to end or why gas prices are so high or why the president wasn’t carrying Katrina survivors out on his own shoulders two hours after the levies broke or any other issue he really knows nothing about except how he “FEELS”.

as if this will mean anything to anyone up there , HOPE.

today is LA’s 225th birthday! + jmo + franklin avenue + terra