there werent many Ask Tony questions that made it to Tony

thus we will ask for your questions one more time here. And Tony swears he will have answers for both weeks up tonight at the latest.

signed,

tony

if you missed it, which you shouldnta cuz U2 was also on

artie rules and i hope he gets daner back

my truest and i have a pretty special thing going. its hard to explain. i guess i have weird relationships with everyone, but especially with those i used to hold hands with.

the other night we had a disagreement that outsiders may have understood as being a fight. but it wasnt a fight. it was two people trying to understand each other.

ive had fights with women before, in fact ive documented some of them on this url. in those fights the ladies either didnt trust me enough to try to work it out or they didnt wanna work it out or maybe they didnt want to be happy in the end. some just like to bicker, ive learned.

she and i prefer to be happy. we like to like each other. we like to push each other too, and sometimes those moments are met with resistance, but for the most part we can talk or yell or whisper or grunt at each other and because theres always that layer of trust and love we can get through it.

the other day i just wanted to eat and have a shot of some rum because i was so frustrated that i wasnt connecting with my soul mate. but we couldnt hang up the phone cuz we were so unfamiliar with disagreeing like that.

but we did hang up, and the next day we didnt chat online but that night she called me and said she was sorry and i said no im sorry she said no im sorry i said no im the worst man alive. and she said no im just in a weird place. and i said no, the man should take responsibility if hes leading the dance and if life is dancing with the stars the man is to blame if they lose and the woman should be celebrated if they win. and she said no, and i said yes and there we were fighting again but in a sweet way.

for a blog thats been around for about seven and a half years, i guess 6k posts is pretty respectable.

and since the magic ingredient to the success of this thing has been the canadian influx of readers, i give you a video i saw this morning on matt good’s site. apparently when marching soldiers snap their head to the left or the right to acknowledge someone, that person is usually someone of nobility or extreme power in the government, etc. or a pope.

the other day this little belgian boy was saluting people and a canadian company marched by and blessed him with the tribute of Eyes Right.

for six thousand posts i have felt like that little belgian kid. so i thank you for humoring me all these years.

some thought that when obama and the dems won all of those seats in november there would be less comedy in washington, because, really, how do you follow w and cheney and rummy and that parade of lols?

enter michael steele, rush limbaugh, and bill o’reilly to remind us that jon stewart’s job security should have never been in doubt.

which is perfect, because now it means that the cubs will make their historic run through LA.

theyre one of her favorite bands of the moment.

sadly i wasnt that into it, though i can be easily pleased by cool people, free booze, and an intimate setting.

my problem with the band is the lead dude in the salad bowl hat and cape seemed to want to dominate the stage. he didnt give much room to the hot babe singer and seems to me that he could of since the show wasnt at a rock club and he could have arranged the stage any way he wanted.

she had like three inches in which to dance around and at every chance he looked to be elbowing her out of the way.

because she saw the last singer quit or get fired or whatever (im ignorant to their history) she made due with what she had and jumped around happily.

but the future of this band isnt to be a rush powerwindows era meets a watered down ministry. its future, to my ears, is if they featured the female vocals more and muscle in on all the terrority that Garbage established and has now retreated from.

saw lenora claire who looked fabulous, got to meet the artist behind the video – stills of which were flashed behind the band. but we were really won over by the dj who spun the modern mixes flawlessly.

its true.

at work, fine. on the ballfield, fine. up in the unfriendly skies with chopper one, totally fine.

but the nakeder you get with me the worst i’ll abuse that trust.

she was all lets watch the bachelor you’ll never just curl up and watch the bachelor with me.

and i looked at her like are you out of your mind? the bachelor?!?

its the finale, she said.

because im insane, sometimes i get into these spirals where everythings supposed to mean something, or worse, that some things should mean something.

super hot girl, very funny, but how long am i supposed to hang out with someone who drives a beemer and watches the bachelor.

curled up?

but the number one theme of the bible is dont judge. she was extactic.

it was the finale i said to myself as she bounced up in her little boy shorts and prepared some microwave popcorn.

for a long time i sat there steamed. fighting something. who knows what. pride. idealism. street cred. my life slipping away.

maybe that she knew something that i didnt know. but this is what she knows?

itd break for commercial and it remind me of its ridiculous title: the bachelor – after the final rose.

was i being punked?

i looked at her as she explained things and i thought am i into this just because shes smokin hot and dresses like that? and her lips look like that.

she esped me, so are you?

i said, shhh cuz the bachelor,

amazingly, incredibly, got good.

and just like me, the bachelor made the wrong ass decision.