today at the Grove next to Farmer’s Market. we saw Blade II. it was her second time seeing it. fucking awesome. totally violent, sick, nasty, excellent. perfect music. wesley snipes is perfect in it. whoever the director is is a damn genius. makes it look easy.

afterwards we ate at the farmers market. she had the shrimp louis, i had the shrimp boat. the place was packed. this teenage couple propped themsleves against a post and held each other and pretty much just made out. a dad was there with his two elementary school children and he said approvingly, “im just going to watch you two kiss.” the young couple giggled and looked the other way, but didnt move. after a few minutes they went back to looking in each others eyes and mackin. chris and i ate our entire meal, including her getting up and going over to the crepe place, getting a cup of coffee, finishing it, etc. and when we left they were still making out.

saturday night, what else are you going to do?

heard this young white girl by a payphone tell this black kid, “i could call my mom and have her pick me up, or you could drive me home.” needless to say, they left immediately without picking up the phone.

when we got home we pay-per-viewed “greenfingers,” a british indy about a group of prisoners who become gardeners. really good. funny. believable. great music: springsteen, sting, elton john.

today was 4/20 and all i have to say is, im not that old, and ive seen the berlin wall fall, ive seen the end of communism, ive seen a guy steal the presidency, i saw the raiders get fucked in the playoffs.

when i was a kid we had 9 tv stations to choose from. i saw calculators – simple calculators – get introduced to the world at $175, simple walkmans going for $200.

at my first job i got $3.35/hr – i thought i was the biggest stud when i got a new job that was going to pay me $4 an hour.

ive seen a lot change fast.

marijuana will be legal in my lifetime.

idiocy doesnt last forever.

Sat Apr 20, 5:15 PM ET

By GENE JOHNSON, Associated Press Writer

SEATTLE – Layne Staley, lead singer and guitarist for the grunge band Alice in Chains, was found dead in his apartment, authorities said Saturday. He was 34.

Tests were required to establish the identity because the body, discovered Friday, had started to decompose. The King County Medical Examiner’s office did not release his cause of death.

“It was natural or an overdose � that’s the way it was determined by our investigators,” said Seattle Police spokesman Duane Fish.

Police did not immediately release details on anything that was found at the scene, and a spokesman did not respond to several messages.

With Nirvana, Pearl Jam and Soundgarden, Alice in Chains was one of the most prominent bands of the Seattle grunge scene of the early ’90s. The group was known for its dark, menacing sound, which combined grunge and heavy metal, and often wrote about heroin.

In a 1996 interview with Rolling Stone magazine, Staley spoke of how his drug use influenced his lyrics.

“I wrote about drugs, and I didn’t think I was being unsafe or careless by writing about them,” he told the magazine. “Here’s how my thinking pattern went: When I tried drugs, they were (expletive) great, and they worked for me for years, and now they’re turning against me � and now I’m walking through hell, and this sucks.”

The group’s first album, “Facelift,” was released in 1990. It later released “Dirt” and “Alice in Chains.” The group’s hits included “Man in the Box,” “Them Bones,” “Rooster,” and “Would?”

The latter song was partly inspired by the 1990 heroin overdose death of Andrew Wood, singer of the seminal grunge group Mother Love Bone.

Staley’s body was found just over 8 years after Nirvana singer and guitarist Kurt Cobain was found dead in his Seattle home of a self-inflicted gunshot wound. Heroin was found in Cobain’s bloodstream, and his head had been so mutilated that he could not be immediately identified.

In the 1996 interview, Staley reflected on Cobain’s death: “I saw all the suffering that Kurt Cobain went through. I didn’t know him real well, but I just saw this real vibrant person turn into a real shy, timid, withdrawn person who could hardly get a ‘hello’ out. … At the end of the day or at the end of the party, when everyone goes home, you’re stuck with yourself.”

dead?

the seattle times is reporting that a dead body was found at the singer’s home friday night.

if you remember, when kurt cobain was first found this is how the reports were written – some thought/hoped that it was a houseguest. unfortunately it was kurt.

alice in chains ruled.

this could be very very sad.

but once i was in the church i felt sooooo much better. thats how i feel about socializing here in tinsel town.

last night i went to Casita del Campo – an amazingly fun family-owned family styled Mexican restaurant in Silverlake that has a wide assortment of free gay weeklies that welcome you as you climb the stairs en route to some powerful margueritas.

karisa and i can drink, and after only a few of them we were hammered.

the purpose of the night’s festivities was for the LA Press Club to meet the LA Bloggers, but like most parties, friends congregate with friends and I didnt actually meet that many new people, but the few that i did meet were completely cool. Yes, Virginia Postrel was there but I was slurring by the time i could have introduced myself to her, but i was happy to meet Andrew Hofer, one of the guys from Happy Fun Pundit, as well as adult industry gossip legend Luke Ford.

Rabbit was there, Prof. Volokh was there, the friendly republican, all the usual suspects really, including tons of my friends from college, and there was even a transvestite tarot card reader who got absolutely no attention paid to him since the conversation was predictably unpredictable and lively.

Topics that were discussed: The history of eye glasses. (Apparently the Romans invented them 600 years ago.) Somehow that segued into debunking the myth that homosexuals account for 3% and not 10% of the population. This caused much friendly debate after i pointed out that if the 10% was accurate, the Lakers have one gay player, and that discussion then segued to cheese and how it was created so as to preserve milk, bringing about the point that if refrigeration was invented earlier, we might not have ever had our glorious cheeses.

That’s when I met Luke Ford and we all started talking about porn and religion, sufficite to say I was feeling quite comfortable in that conversation.

Ford is an interesting person in that he was the superstar of adult video reporting. He says that his old site lukeford.com got over 8,000 unique visitors a day, but when he, an Austrailian, started to get serious about his Judiasm, he sold his site and renounced his career. his new homepage is at lukeford.net

Despite all the strange things that I have seen with my limited experience around the adult industry, there is nothing weirder than to see a guy with an Austrailian accent sporting a yamulke who has a striking resemblance to my long lost GS Warrior pal, Chris Scheer, propose that most girls who get into porn are closet “whores” who make their real money by marrying rich men who they meet because of their videos.

im sorry, im all over the place. im a little hung over. thank God today is Friday. i think im gonna get a haircut.

if you want to see how i can write when im focused, click over to yesterday’s Baseball Blog 2002 and watch me kick a man when he’s down.

that when people talk about the LA Bloggers they hardly ever mention your name?

me: some people do.

s: but not a lot of people.

m: not eveyone knows me.

s: yes they do.

m: says you.

s: your blog kicks ass

m: says you.

s: you dont think it does?

m: when people talk about LA Bloggers, theyre talking about war bloggers most of the time.

s: we’re at war?

m: i think so.

s: emmanuelle doesnt write about the war.

m: emmanuelle is a sexy cool french babe.

s: so?

m: so i think they think shes talking about the war, they just dont know french to see that shes not.

s: but i know how competitive you are, its gotta eat at you.

m: ben doesnt get written about and hes got two great blogs and he was friggin born and raised in LA.

s: but you even have a web site!

m: greg has a web site and he hardly ever gets talked about and he was born and raised in LA too, and he paints and writes rock operas. (and i think his wife is a. beam.)

s: are you kidding me? The Rallying Point gets linked all the damn time!

m: shh, no ones supposed to know that thats greg.

s: what? oh, whatever.

m: well, i appreciate your concern but it’s unneccessary. i have plenty of readers. and i dont write every day to get put on everyone’s left or right hand columns.

s: that’s a damn lie.

m: i write so that the hot chicks will fall for me.

s: yeah, hows that working for you?

m: the jury’s still out.

s: i got news for you, putting pictures of sassy tennis players and slutty singers isnt gonna make the ladies want you.

m: you never know.

s: i think that dentist extracted more than a tooth from your head. that auction by the way is completely gross.

m: why, thank you.

s: thats not a compliment.

m: sure it is, people love being grossed out.

s: but it’s such an easy trick.

m: not really, people see gross things all the time on the web, it’s almost impossible to shock an adult or gross them out nowadays.

s: “Friends” is still #1. the world is still mighty soft.

m: people watch “Friends” cuz they’re sick of being shocked all the time. they’re comfortable with the characters. it’s safe. nothing bad ever happens.

s: there’s never been “a very special ‘Friends'”?

m: i wouldnt know. i dont think ive seen more than 2-3 episodes.

s: you should watch it tonight, i think Joey gets a haircut tonight.

m: nah, im going to the LA Blogger thing tonight.

s: oh yeah, Virginia Postrel’s gonna be there.

m: yeah, im looking forward to meeting her.

s: did you read her thing the other day?

m: im ashamed to say, i dont think ive ever read her.

s: oh you should, shes brilliant. but married, sigh.

m: she writes above my head. i dont know nothin about what she talks about.

s: so why do you want to meet her then?

m: i like meeting people, and i wanna see if she’s nice.

s: was Instapundit nice?

m: that dude was super nice.

s: i see Prof. Volokh has a blog now.

m: yep. that guy was super nice too.

s: meet any Bloggers who werent nice?

m: hmmm let me think. i met one guy who sorta had a holier than thou attitude, but i just talked to everyone else instead.

s: who was he? i love juicy gossip!

m: to be honest, i dont even remember his name. im horrible at names. i checked out his site the next day, it was no big deal. he doesnt get mentioned anyhow.

s: what did he look like?

m: oh i remember him now.

s: who who! spill!

m: tony pierce.

s: you suck.

m: ha ha.

s: lets fight some crime.

m: ‘kay.

s: as in now.

m: but first i should thank JC for the buck.

s: hurry up, then.

m: ok, let’s rock.

i cant explain it. perhaps some if it is due to the meds the good doctor gave me, but i doubt it. i have a mighty high tolerance for pain and pain pills and neither gave me much of a buzz, although i did cop a little buzz from the thrill of having my tooth pulled with very little anestesia and two guys holding my head in place while a third smack-talked my molar, “oh, you gonna make this hard, huh?”

they gave me 800 mg of Motrin which I will probably give to my marathon runner friend cuz asprin is asprin i dont care how many MGs are in it.

i just feel good. i am a little jealous that the rest of the country is experiencing 90 degree weather and last night i had on the electric blanket since i am sleeping alone.

i am a little jealous that the rest of the world got to see “The Osbourne’s” last night since I forgot that it was on at 7:30 thanks to my Directv giving me the east coast MTV feed.

And I’m a tad jealous that Luis Gonzalez got $10,000 for his ABC gum (already been chewed) and I havent even gotten one sap to bid $5 for the most disgusting tooth ever.

But I feel good and not even a Sammy Hagar/David Lee Roth tour can bum my day.

My excuse? Well, when people link to me that always makes me happy. A Beam was the first to mention my auction, and even though I have a short list of possible suspects who might be Mr./Ms.Beam, I prefer mysteries and I would rather not know (although the mentions of Mickey Mantle and Ted Williams takes my prime suspect of Emmanuelle out of the running.) Then Ken rolled out of bed and uncorked a bottle of red and got some major traffic over here, gracias, amigo. I think your wife is A.Beam, btw.

Then Jim Treacher of Americas favorite new blog not only linked to me, but included a huge segment of something I wrote during my 15 minute break here at work yesterday (which has since been grammatically edited).

LA’s favorite koreatown dwelling young republican (he probably owns the block) Scott Rubush linked the auction, and that’s so cool you dont even know.

But the best was when Hall of Famer, Eddie Murray included me in his quotelog referencing a line from yesterday’s entry. I don’t know Ed, but I am always flattered when smart people who I havent met not only put me in their list of links, but to be in a quotelog is one of the coolest compliments a hack could get.

Still, those are not the reasons why I’m so happy today.

Infact, now I have forgotten the real reasons, but when I remember I will tell you, as I always do, as I should.

P.S. some kid sent me the new weezer cd (due in stores in May) in the mail saying that he was my number one fan and kid, i am your number one fan, that thing is great.

y name is tony, and the auction that got you here is over a month old. but dont fret, you’re in luck. i have just posted a BRAND NEW auction, and I must say, i think it’s the best one yet.

so just click the ebay screen shot on the left and PREPARE for UTTER GROSSNESS. it’s sick, it’s not at all right. yes, i am auctioning off my recently pulled wisdom tooth!

regular readers to this page, please do not click this link unless you want to see a very personal side of me, the place where 1/4 of all my wisdom and humor and good looks came from. yes, my upper right molar. tooth #1 can be yours. there is no reserve.

once again, there is no reserve.

tomorrow i may or may not go into great detail about how there was very little anestesia and absolutely no nitrous oxide 🙁 and still i felt no pain. i wont tell you how they gave me some pain killers that killed the pain but didnt give me any of those dRuGGiE feelings that the kids yearn for so much 🙁 and i really wont tell you how here it is only 10:40pm and im going to get off the computer and lie down because im exhausted.

i miss wizzy, my wisdom tooth.

where ever you are wizzy, i love you.

im just over here on your shelf, remember?

oh yeah. god youre gross lookin.

they dont listen to the critics. and kazillions of people read the internet, and online diaries, and live journals and blogs and web pages, and whatever you’d call my site and strangely there are people who are getting paid real money to criticize the Bloggers.

so if i were to comment, would i be criticizing the critics who criticize people who are simply writing about their lives for free in a public place? probably. but who cares, whatever. any one that i have ever heard of who has a problem with A.) bloggers for writing poorly (duh, mostly everyone writes poorly) b.) bloggers who scoop the “legitimate” press (duh, the press is white fat and lazy), or c.) bloggers who link their friends or stories they’ve read or sites they find interesting (duh, thats why Al Gore invented the mofo) can all kiss my pimply hairy black ass as im about to get my wisdom tooth jacked.

All the critics are doing by posing the theory that Bloggers are immature, amateurish, trendy, frivilous, and useless, are basically pasting a fat sticker across their own names with the word “irrelevant”. you may as well say that rock is dead. you may as well say that the world is flat. you may as well say that you are old and you need to be fired from your job because im sure that once upon a time someone said to someone else that there is this thing called the www and on it you could have your ideas spread across the planet and people will read it and interning in the basement of a thirdrate newspaper is a waste of time when you could be banging away at your pc and write the way you know you can write and people will hear the noise and you will be loved.

and our boys ken and matt and the others are proving it true that you do not have to have your name on newsprint to become a serious name to be respected. the same goes for the Instaman and all the rest. The young girls daily kick their asses at design but the rock is dead critics havent even made it over to that side of the flat earth obviously distracted by the me-so-horny pop-up sex ads that one might get from typing in “web girls” into Google.

and with that, since my dentist has given me a 10 minute break at his waiting room computer terminal — ahh, glorious Blogger — i will give some props over to my girl Sara who is going through some kitty difficulties, Kitty B. who has a nice picture of the hollywood foothills and tales of neighbors, the Rabbit who gives advice that most girls love to read – too bad its flawed but at least its funny and mostly true (do drink too much with the Friendlys and fuck some of them, or get fingered by one. a girl needs a little color in her cheeks for pete sake and not the kind from any Mac counter),

Novicane and Nitrous await.

tonight. i dont know what got slipped into our drinks but it kept things schmmoove. the seats were center court and up no one was in front of us for and long way and lots of leg room.

karisas cats are pretty damn close to dying. they wont say these things, but i will.the one cat was foaming at the mouth, the other wasnt eating or drinking,. so we didnt talk about it at the game, but we talked. i think i like talking with her the best of all the nice things that can be done at a laker game.

i was taught insights into dwarfism, giantism. we drank semi cold bottles of mgd and took the subway back and forth.

its karisas birthday next month, you think there would be a giftwish area somewhere on this site for her, but there isnt, ill get back to you when there is one.

things i learned today: theres stuff in the end of your joints that tells your body that its still time to grow. if its not there, its time to stop growing.; when jenna was on wicked and nikki was on vivid, the companies successfully break up thier friendship.

cubs won

so i will do my best to post something tonight and publish it before i leave to get my wisdom tooth extracted. perhaps i’ll even bring a camera.

yesterday i was driving Ashley home and we passed two Buffy landmarks, we found her home and her school. it would have been a little more exciting but to get to these important Torrance monuments we had to drive through the less-than-impressive city of Carson.

As we approached the famous Sunnydale High I came across a brilliant idea, that to sell my extracted wisdom tooth online!

this tooth has been in my body for nearly 108 years and if Luis Gonzalez can get several thousand dollars for his bubble gum, i should be able to get a pretty penny for my rotton molar.

all of this is in fun, but nothing is as fun, however, as my friend marc brown who compared my grade school picture today with that of a famous celebrity. enjoy!