but here it be.

fortunately for me i was crying and didnt even look that closely at that photo

the gentleman on the left is the heroic Borzou Daragahi who is the lead blogger for our middle east blog Babylon and Beyond.

not only is he a great dude, but hes from chicago and recently won the award of Iranian American of the Year.

no seriously

this guy covered the Iranian revolution so well and hes here today to say hi.

funniest thing is so many people know his name and work on his copy (like copy editor Steve on the right of the pic above) that they didnt recognize him until i loudly shouted, whaddup Bor ZOOO!

and now i have to finish this post and talk to whitney, who writes true blood, about fashion blogs like all the rage.

lets pretend that karisa picked me up in Hollywood early friday morning. lets pretend my boss was all, you look like you need some time off and gave me friday off. lets pretend karisas boss was all damn you need a little adventure.

lets pretend we zoomed across the desert in record time and made it to Luxor and lets pretend they were all tony pierce and karisa j? how would you like a pyramid suite with a hot tub in the room?

lets say such a thing was accepted. lets say karisas sister was in town. lets say a young pilot was invited to party with us. lets say food and drink were acquired.

and since we’re just blogging, lets say gambling went down of all sorts. mostly roulette, but a little bit of black jack.

lets also say that whatever casino we were at had high back couch-like gambling with go go dancers mere feet away throwing beads to whoever.

lets say your hero is an old man so he had to call it a night at 1:30am because he had been up till 4:30am thursday night watching tony clifton and macgruber. which was good because now he was a few hundred up and its alway nice to hit the hay when youre up.

stories were told over breakfast about LAX nightclub being lame, being so weird that they wouldnt let karisa sit unless the pilot bought a table with bottle service.

attention dance clubs: dont you like women to wear high heels and uncomfortable clothes? dont you think that theyd like to rest their puppies? and dont you think that not every guy wants to have to lay out hundreds of dollars so someone can grab a rest?

saturday morning meant beach and/or pool. it also meant that a group of pre-college girls in bikinis giggled next to us and some post-college, lets say looser, women laughed drunkenly on the other side of us.

lets say some things that happen in vegas should be tucked away. and lets say that some peoples versions of bikini bottoms are very different than others. lets say we stayed at the pool until cypress hill needed to set up for their evening concert. and how about if this was thrown in: steel panther was also scheduled to play somewhere else in the hotel.

im tired of just saying things. lets just lie now.

ordered a $45 bowl of seafood pasta. drank like a fish. karisa looked ugly. playboy club was boring. the music was awesome at Club Moon. and the retractable roof at the top of the Palms was not interesting at all.

nor were the dancing girls at the rhino.

nor was falling asleep at 6:30am.

i didnt smile or laugh or enjoy myself one bit.

its pretty scary.

good news nothing on this blog is true.

good news nothing on Lost was a dream.

anyways htis famous celeb has gray hair and the girl in the video chat window is pretty damn young.

he asks her are you my girlfriend? she says awkwardly yeah.

the music is super loud. distorted. he asks what if tonites the nite i kill myself.

suddenly the ustream hes streaming from is interesting.

sad that thats what it takes.

crazy thing about reality tv and super dooper reality internet is people seriously dont believe that real people can talk in a real way to other real people.

maybe they dont believe it because even real people have a hard time talking in a real way to other real people

lost taught me a lot last night.

great lessons like “let go”, whatever that means.

lessons like, if all of this is probably a test, are you passing?

problem i have with life being a test on Lost is, why pick the great looking doctor to see what mankind would do on an island

odds are hes gonna take care of the people.

the real test is when the real people get tested.

for example, the brothas.

where were the brothas last night on the finale? they had tests. they took some real chances in fact.

good thing nothing is true on tv neither.

and good thing you dont get into heaven based on how you played this game else id be tossed in the firey furnace head first.

good thing its all about the grace of god.

many parts of the critical parts i have about myself believe it or not (and you shouldnt) revolve around the rise and fall of the busblog.

for example am i speaking real, and can i even possibly speak real, especially as real as many of you know i can speak.

and im not saying that what i say or how i say it matters in the grand scheme, but all the stuff that happens to me – shouldnt it be documented somewhere?

and if not here, then not at all? of course not.

then where?

secret blog. duh.

i will put weird pictures and interesting quotes on here though.

for example a reality star was just on a talk show and said

girls want our superheroes, not our boyfriends, to come quickly.

maybe here i’ll just post beautiful lies.

for example, what if secretly i never wrote any of this stuff at all.

what if secretly all of this was ghostwritten

by someone right under yr nose.

and this dude asked how did sam rockwell get his hot girlfriend?

and i said have you watched sam rockwell dance?

as they left MacGruber

while being dressed as MacGruber

full movie club post here.

this weekend theres two movies happening, not sure which we are gonna see

but one is Sex & The City and the other is a zombie movie

as much as i would love to dress as a dress, i think id feel a tad more comfortable as a zombie

but since the voters will pick which movie we are going, i guess i should pick out dresses

yes im beat

yes im gonna be late coming into work today

yes we partied hearty.

yes i ate so much crap on the way home: popcorn chicken, taco bell, kfc

yes karisa rolled her eyes at me in the drive thru

yes we ate and drank and sat by the pool for hours.

yes we ended up going to sleep at 6am on sunday morn

yes we had to get a late checkout twice on sunday afternon

yes i left a big tip to the maids so they wouldnt rat out the condition of the room

yes somehow i came home with $50 of Luxor chips in my bathing suit shorts.

and yes, since you asked, i work a fake moustache and wig while checking out and driving home.

pics to come

and getting ready for tonight aint nothing to blog home about neither

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thats what one sr editor said to me when i showed him weiland

on the cover of this months spin

karisa not so much

i believe the night is going to include some sushi, tghen the girls are gonna pai gow

and the lads are going to take a limo to what the canadians call the rippers

right now we’re rockin brooke hogan as hair dryers primp the ladies

i ve been drinkin. youve been lurkin

no wifi in the hotel

just a long wire bound to trip someone up later tonite

90 in the shade