from this years nhl stanley cup

but the best produced package has to go to the cbc – go figure, canadians – who utilized chicagos smashing pumpkins along with a full-blown recap of the whole playoffs

i hate that fratellis song though.

shes now 27.

our story has been told a million times. i had just come back from the war, she was waiting to kiss some sailor, but our eyes locked and we made out that night and didnt stop kissing till easter.

we have the weirdest deal. we love each other intensely, we can read each others minds, and if you ask me we are soul mates, but we have the hardest time spending time together in a healthy way.

what will happen is we will mush into the depths of love like heroin addicts. we wont care the consequences. time flies and we havent left the bed. months pass and we’re still naked and tangled.

one three day weekend we stayed in bed and watched the pro debut of tiger woods. we ordered in, made beautiful and life altering love, and stared into each others eyes and saw the future of rock n roll.

ive moved away from her, shes moved away from me, but never for any mean reasons, we just knew there was something different going on and it was time for a little break.

most recently she was in africa saving the world. it was the longest time that we had been apart where we didnt talk at least every-other-day.

something tells me we were together in a past life. i dont even believe in past lives but theres no other explanation as to why our communication is as dialed in as it is.

even when we arent getting along we can talk, make mistakes, mis-communicate, and its ok because minutes later we’ve figured it out.

still though she isnt so sure about us. which i wouldnt be either because yours truly is koo-koo. and shes as straight as an arrow.

which isnt to say shes dull. just the opposite. todays birthday girl is super open minded, always up to check out something creative or weird or beautiful. she’ll teach you about food made from the rain forest or some super rare anais nin tale, she learned Lugandan before the plane ever touched down in africa, and she just aced her anatomy final at the local college.

by straight i mean we’ll go see a rock show and some hippies two rows over will be sharing a joint and her soul is so pure that she will be instantly buzzed from the second hand smoke 500 feet away.

it makes you wonder if shes from another world. like heaven

of the many things my truest has taught me over the years, the best thing she schooled me on was how to see people’s heart.

its all she sees. and after a while of being around her you Want to be like her and voila you start seeing things as she does.

whats next for her? who knows. it could be nursing school in new mexico or dc, it could be volunteering at a hospice in india, it could be going back to her piggery in uganda, or mixing drinks on santa monica with a line going around the block.

ive never met one person who doesnt totally fall for her upon meeting her, and i cant wait to see what miracle she creates next.

today i will taker to an expensive lunch, and after the laker game i will pour her some delicious wine and attempt to investigate her heart close up. but i promise you, just being in the room with her fills me with such satisfaction its magical.

lil tip: if you wanna get chris on the dancefloor have the dj spin “it takes two”, “push it”, or anything by Nelly.

i love her.

showed up in the biggest way last night in boston

and then he showed the biggest heart.

its nice to see some emotion from millionaires in pro sports

helps me believe in what we used to believe in

grown men crying over sports, take two

WHOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

today you woulda been 95.

its a pity the only image AP found of Pete Townshend for the package on Les’s death last year

was of the Who guitarist playing a Strat.

better luck next time.

i was young. too young to know better. she drove a motor cycle

and wore a trench coat. had shorter hair than me

and had kissed more girls.

she was a tad older than me and im telling you, when the light hit her wrong she looked mannish.

to me at least. a boy from illinois.

one night ontop of mulholland i opened up her trench coat and

rainbows and unicorns and all the doors of perception flew out at me.

femininity times femininity.

but when the light hit her wrong.

rode home that night on the back of her harley.

we watched music videos on tv, something they used to televise.

she excused herself and came out wearing a football helmet, no shirt, and a leather skirt.

i spilled my grape soda, something they used to sell in stores

and turned off that damn light.

its called a playoff beard and its working.

chicago hasnt been NHL champs in 50 years and after tomorrow Lord Stanely’s Cup just may find a year-long home in the Windy.

im so excited i even know two players’ names.

and one of them is a brotha.

go hawks!

doesnt inspire me to join Jenny

plus he doesnt look all that skinnier.

also i think the Black Hawks are gonna win Lord Stanely’s Cup tomorrow.

hi tony. hows things? fines.

how come you dont interview me no more? cuz im busy blog. busy doin what?

busy being an old man, bro. yes but you have no kidz no mortgage no gf.

when yr a free agent bloggy youre in omg so much demand.

time is just a concept tho tony.

baby you dont have to tell me that.

then whats yr problem?

i love you bloggy. i love you with my entire heart. i write on this pretty much every day except some sundays cuz youre suppose to chill on sundays.

no you dont.

sure i do.

you write but you dont Write on here no more.

true.

why not?

let me put it this way. sometimes you might be on a date. you might be out on the town with the most amazing girl youve ever met.

uh hmmm.

some times you can sing songs to girls, some times you have whisper cuz they’ll freak out. some times you’re just better off saying very little.

so youre saying you think the world isnt ready for old school busblog in full effizzy?

im saying i know it.

then im sad.

then you’ll have to get over it, blog.

might not be easy to do, tone.

dude, youre the blog of a cubfan. disappointment is written in yr very code.

one of the nicest people you’ll meet

i dont know what it is about native califonians but theyre like the sweetest people.

if you skateboarded past Anti on a dark boardwalk you might be frightened at first. hes got great tattoos, amazing tshirts, and a look in his eyes like hes up to something.

and he just might be.

besides being a great blogger, anti is a fantastic photographer, and one of the finest video directors of all time.

he also has a smokin wife, the world famous Big Tanky.

just check out their wedding nearly two years ago.

when i was at LAist anti was one of the first people i wanted to work with. i was thrilled when he accepted, and it was so nice to become friends with him.

sadly because he lives mere feet from the beach, and i live way out here in Hollywood we hardly see each other. thank god for Blogs!

happy birthday bro, thanks for keeping it real, and showing us all how it is supposed to be.

photo of anti with la times editor russ stanton via anti’s buzznet