so thank you. and thank you to all the people who turned you onto the busblog.

lots of what i do here is an experiment. the first “blogs” that i read werent really blogs, they were web sites written and designed by cam girls. they were beautifully designed, beautifully updated, very smart, and better blogs than what most of whats out there.

many of those cam girls arent around any more, but a few are, notably my favorite, nay.

anyways what i learned from those girls is if you ask something from your audience you might just get it.

of course it helped if you were young, beautiful, and had an audience of horny old men, but my idealistic mind thought “if a dude was really the shit, he could get some of what those cam girls are getting too.” so pretty much right away i started asking my readers for anything that i thought the cam girls were getting – love, attention, comments, gifts, pics, etc.

it wasnt because i thought i was the shit, it was purely because i thought if one blogger without a penis could get it, one with one should be able to get it too.

it was silly but life is silly and sure enough ive gotten pretty much everything that ive wanted off this blog.

ultimately i would like to earn a living off this blog, without asking money from all of you. advertising is pretty much the only way i can see this happening – sponsorship is the other. since i dont see a lot of other bloggers being sponsored by one or two corporations, advertising is going to have to be the means to the ends.

i bring this up because we are approaching the year anniversary of ads on the busblog. and as you can see from the left hand side i dont have any blogads currently on the sidebar, but i do have some text ads.

i must say that i am impressed that not too many of you have called me a sell out or have bitched or have asked me about my gold rimmed caddy. in fact i can count the haters on one hand. if not one pinky. for that i am grateful.

as an airsign my biggest dream in life is freedom. this year i have lost a sponsor because i bashed bush but ive gained dozens of sponsors for being who i am. and my readership has stayed steady at around 50,000 page views a month.

for all of you who have stuck by me during this very turbulent twelve months i thank you from the bottom of my heart. for those of you who have been on the busblog for even longer than that i am grateful for even longer than eternity.

and for all of you hot babes who have sent me nudes, and videos, and soiled undies, just know that youve kept me away from tall bridges.

finally for all of you who donated to the ipod fund. you shit will be coming soon. trust me. and thank you for your patience.

tonight i will be going to see th dodgers with my old college buddy asher from austin, owner of the austin rock club Room 710 on red river. and it will be a joy to see baseball with someone who knows the game. even i get depressed sometimes and i forget how lucky i am. today im remembering.

  below, there will be reruns

balloon boy came from another town entirely. one where fences were made of crackers, trees were made of wood, and beer came right out of sky. the nerds had invented zero gravity luncheon meats but since the town was riddled with vegans the only way to sell any was to throw in a puppy and or a child.

sales had always been phillipes trade. when he graduated college he was immediately hired by a multi billion dollar conglomerate who gave him a company car, some business cards and a terroritory that spanned across his entire state.

his job was to convince salesmen to sell his company’s product.

often times the salesmen would look at the babyfaced company man and say why should we sell your crappy crap, sony makes better crap and they pay more commission

now the funny thing about this job was no one could actually measure whether phillipe was successful because at the time there was a terrible recession and nobody anywhere in the country was buying anyones crappy crap, not sonys, not tonys, not anyones

but philippe didnt want to be embarrassed standing right there in the middle of nowhere in this retail outlett in the woods, where no one was buying anything anyway

so he said its all about closing ratio

if you can sell a sony to everyone go right ahead, but not everyone can afford one and not everyone wants one.

i dont want nike shoes because they exploit their workers and then turn around and sell the most expensive sneakers on the market.

this got the attention of the manager who had been doodling and pretending to ignore the young factory rep.

simmer down over there, he warned.

the name of this game is service plans anyway and some salespeople have been known to be successful saying yes sir you can have this giant screen tv and a five year in home warantee for less than what that sony costs before tax, im not telling you what to do, im just saying.

and just like that phillipe didnt care any more and asked the group where he could get a good salad in town.

and hed drive through the woods in his taurus, adjust his tie, and snake through the last remains of real nature in america and ask himself if he wouldnt be better off sitting infront of his computer writing movie reviews on the web.

since no one has really cornered that market yet.

probably because most movie reviewers blow.

remember the fourth star wars. the one with jar jar. where was the movie reviewer who got on his typewriter and said

you know what fuck you george lucas

as phillipe drove through the mountains he said i could be just that reviewer and here i am stuck in the middle of nowhere listening to the same damn cds i always listen to, drinking carbonated sugar water thats gonna kill me, and hoping that that chick ive been emailing all these months isnt really a man.

thats no life for me.

but phillipe had a.d.d. and was soon distracted by something shiny. it was a AAA sticker on the back of a late model cadillac. he wondered, if you have a AAA card whats the use of the sticker on the bumper? they’ll still fix your shit without the sticker on the bumper. wont they?

he wanted to puke.

he knew not to trust the diner waitress who assured him that the dressing was nondairy but it tasted dairy and now in his stomach it felt dairy.

nothing with faces
mix all the races
the daring young man
on mysterious traipses
im not sure exactly quite
where this is going
glad to get paid
but love was not made
dont come back here mister
until you get laid

ok good. last nights sopranos wasnt as gay as the last few episodes have been – not that theres anything wrong with that – but there were some heavy duty male bonding moments of dudes putting their heads on each others shoulders and telling them they loved them. which in some circles is gay.

the sopranos is obviously trying to shock us in ways other than thru violence and nudity and i think thats a good thing as we subscribe to hbo to be shocked and to watch the envelope get pushed.

but my favorite line was when tony walked into the bathroom and, in telling his associate that he was fucking up, said “youre doing a heck of a job, brownie.”

ah pop culture. ah bushie. ah brownie.

crazy thing about brownie is that history might be far more kind to him than it will be to bush, but the question is, how will history judge those who not only voted for the president but did it twice and then defended his nonsense in places like the blogosphere?

hopefully it will be as ruthless as this administration has been to human and civil rights.

watched a lot of tv this weekend because i needed to recharge my batteries. watched two episodes of entourage. watched mcgloughlin group and this week with george stephenopolous.

funny thing about george. in trying not to be liberal he comes across as phony and stiff and almost too much of an asswipe. only guy who can play the moderat perfectly is john mcgloghlin. damn i wish i could spell his name right. but he can talk to tony blankley that old fat faker so well and he even smiles earnestly when he calls on pat buchannon and poor emily clift has to shreik to get a word in edgewise. that show is so overlooked and so good. but have you noticed that john never looks at emily when he says his final trademark “bye bye”? i think thats cuz he has a crush on her. you dont look at the person you heart. little known fact.

now i know lots of you are chrisians and have an ongoing relationship with the Lord. our pal Karisa got an invite to a Playboy party at the mansion and because her boyfriend is always out of town, the odds of me being her guest are extremely high.

so today karisa sent in some photographs of herself because somehow that was required, and now we are waiting with baited breath to hear the results. so heres what i need you to do. i need you to pray. pray to your God. pray to all the Gods. hef is 80 freaking years old. my dream is to go to the mansion before he dies. i can think of no better date to go to the mansion with than karisa and i can think of no better time than the summertime when the playmates will be in their summertime best.

hell i might just start working out this second so i can get my 6-pack in shape, but the buzznet kids might get uncomfortable. so tonight i might do some curls and some pull ups and some sit ups. too bad karisa doesnt kiss girls because what a better way to trick a playmate into kissing you than by saying “ok i can get karisa to kiss you but only if you kiss me first.”

and you know how they say “now i can die fulfilled because i just did _____”? i could totally die fulfilled if i went to a real Playboy party at the mansion with hef and karisa.

damn straight.

so pray people. pray like youve never prayed before.

ethan the mighty + alistair was just there + bastard

how did you first discover the busblog?

so beware as there are spoilers

both shows had great episodes, but lost wins this week because of its dramatic final minutes.

why did michael do it? why did he do that first thing? i understand the second thing was an accident, but why did he do the third thing?

my mom thinks hes brainwashed. i just wanna know why one of the few brothas has to be the villan. first it was the latina and now it’s my man. wtf jj?!?!?

jk. i had a feeling that things were going to not go well for the tough chick since shes a movie star and all that but i didnt think it was gonna go down like that. how bizarre.

i do like that the prisoner henry was sort of the inpetus surrounding all of this. i like it because it shows you that anyone who walks into the Lost storyline can be a huge means of change. it reminds us that everyone is on eggshells and therefore skittish to any outsider especially an Other.

jj abrams was on Howard Stern this week and said that there is an end of Lost, that they do know where they want to go with it all, that they do know how the hatch got there, what its for, what the numbers mean, everything. he said about 5 other execs know the answers and a few of the writers. but thats it.

he says that even though they know that they want to get to the top of the mountain, once you start climbing you realize that there are a bunch of different mini paths on the way that you’d never see from the begining of the trek.

now to the sopranos, the gayest show on tv.

i dont mind that its gay. i didnt mind that the fat guy can somehow get the fireman cook perfect guy and most of us dont have a date this weekend.

i like that tony’s son finally tried to do something with his life but i didnt really believe it. i believed that he passed out in the mens room, but i didnt believe that he would actually try to wack someone. like tony says, hes a good boy. i did like that while he was messing around with his buddy at blockbuster he knew some videogame moves with the knife, and i laughed when he talked about range of motion, but i think in order to actually consider killing anyone youd have to have something in your heart that is very different than what this overfed rich-kid has inside his.

there needs to be at least a shred of evil.

evil is when you can take a strippers head and bash it against a parking lot rail repeatedly, evil is when you can leave someone in the street but before you do you pee on them, evil is when you can put a chef’s hand in boiling sauce.

tony’s son is far more able than cain. therefore if i were to have written Sundays episode i would have had him struggle better with that desire to be tougher when indeed all he really cares about is video games and girls. or i would have had him explain more why he was pissed at junior – more than the simple fact that he tried to kill tony. everyone knew junior was old and crazy. and if tony has no ill feelings for him noone should have.

finally i want to see more meadow. shes my girlfriend. if youre going to have all this gay shit going on you better show me more meadow getting it on with her boyfriend or fighting with him at the pool or tanning with her girlfriends complaining about her tough life.

the music is starting to fall off too.

i expect it will get better. regardless, this has been a killer season.

my gum job + usa today’s pop candy + jason toney + jackass jimmy

over at Valleywag have let the cat out of the bag, i can finally explain why on earth Buzznet would be Banned by Myspace.

if you try to say “buzznet” in an myspace email, it used to be considered obscene and you had to say something like “uzznetbay”

but now they have prevented anyone from using a Buzznet url in a message or in their code. so lets pretend that you have a Buzznet account and you took a cool picture and you want to show one of your friends on Myspace and you type the url in their comments — instead of it looking like it should: http://tony.buzznet.com it will look like this http://tony…

meaning your friend will think youre high (again) and have no clue as to what url youre talking about.

similarily if you try to put up something cool on your myspace page to make it look better like one of Buzznet’s flash photo galleries like i have on the left hand side of the busblog, you’ll get an error message.

however, as Valleywag pointed out, if you had put that flash gallery on your page before the crackdown your code has remained. but if you try to edit it, it will drop off.

so why are they banning us? we have no freaking idea.

we are miniscule, we are paltry, we are quaint.

myspace is owned by rupert murdoch’s fox and has over 75 million users.

buzznet is independently owned and has less than 1 million users.

to paraphrase depeche mode we’re a fly in their windscreen

in fact what will probably happen from this specific post is more people will probably go to myspace to witness the Buzznet censorship than will go to Buzznet, but it’s cool, we’re used to it.

but what’s very odd is not long ago myspace pulled this on the video community YouTube, preventing myspace users from hotlinking to YouTube content. eventually myspace stopped that practice and all was well with both companies.

so what’s odd is, why would myspace consider Buzznet more of a threat to their overwhelming popularity than YouTube who have millions of users and tons of hype including being mentioned in the Time magazine cover piece alongside… myspace?

is it because we were the official photo sharing community for Coachella?

is it because we allow our users to have hundreds if not thousands of photos in their accounts and they only allow twelve?

is it because we helped Knight Ridder get a Pulitzer by enabling them to reach out to their users and post pictures from the Katrina devistation while the boys at myspace are having their good name sullied with 140+ myspace deaths and reports of child molesters preying on their members?

i dont think so, but you never know.

anyways, i have a feeling that myspace probably did this because they could. some people, even the most powerful people feel uncomfortable just sitting around and enjoying their great success, they feel like they have to do something and sometimes the only thing that they can figure out to do is to stop someone or something.

even if theyre not bothering you, even if they could be someone who is a benefit.

Valleywag called Buzznet a direct competitor to myspace. i dont see it that way, i see us as two companies in the vast seas of the web. complimentary to each other. like peanutbutter and jelly, like hot fudge and ice cream, like jack and coke.

imagine if coca-cola heard that people were mixing rum or whiskey with their sugar water and wanted bars to stop selling booze. people would be all, wtf? buzznet is a photo sharing community that also has a wide variety of video content and personal blogs. myspace is a place for friends.

i dont know about you, but i use myspace to check out hot babes and see if my friends said something crazy about me on my profile. meanwhile after i get back from an event like Coachella and i want to post my 150 pics and 25 videos i go to Buzznet.

the two sites go very well together on my computer, i dont see why they cant get along on the web.

hopefully this issue of censorship will be resolved soon. we can only pray.

valley wag + laist makes a funny about it + paul

we met in line at the Prince concert in 84 at glam slam after he had played the forum. she wanted a smoke and i said if you smoke you’ll get breast cancer and those sweet ta’s will fall off and roll down the street.

she laughed so hard her gum flew in my eye and i said you whore!

when we got inside it was super late, maybe 3am and she was dancing on a platform and i was trying to look up her skirt but she had wonderwoman underoos beneath her glittery mini and this time she let her gum fall in my eye on purpose so i bought her a drink.

a week later i ran into her at the chicago hot dog place in westwood near where the blockbuster music was. i was all hey ho. she was like im surprised you recognized me with gum still in your eye. and i was all i will never remove this gum seeing it came from such a fine biatch as you. and i heard her order extra onions on her shit so sweetly. “can you give me so many onions that they spill out everywhere? kthanx!”

about three days later we ran into each other during a pool party in the hollywood hills. nobody was swimming in the pool, it was a cramped party in a two bedroom apartment or condo or somethig. they had a band playing on the balcony overlooking the pool and everyone had to look up to see the band. i thought it was gonna get shut down any minute so i jumped in the pool cuz i was sweaty from the motorhead show that just let out down the street.

just as soon as i yelled Cannonballllll! there went flying our pal karisa in a perfect swan dive right where i was about to land and i ended up on her head. and i was all you trollop! and she was all how can you still have gum in your eye and we laughed and laughed and laughed and we tried to smoke wet cigarettes in the shallow end until someone brought us some cloves and we pulled them into the water for being lame.

a month later i saw her on the dancefloor at the florentine gardens. justin timberlake and britney spears had just broken up and people were whispering hey thats justin or hey thats britney and just as brit and justin wer about to have a dance off karisa started breakdancing and pop locking to herbie hancock’s rockit and then had the freaking nerve to call me out. so i moonwalked to where she was took my fedora off a la michael jackson and did the worm the hustle and the atomic slide ending with something i like to call the spastic hippie which instantly made the crowd forget everything about brit and justin who were forced to hold their “spontaneous” dance off the next week at the viper.

i will never forget the times i ran into karisa before we became friends. once i was window shopping at agent provaceteour and guess who was working the cash register? once i was trying to cut in line at Pinks and guess who was there with two giant black dudes from the visiting San Francisco Giants. once i was stealing a car and guess who was in the back seat doing body shots with lindsay lohan on mary kate olsen’s ass?

once i was in band camp and guess who let me borrow her reed.

but licked it first and i didnt know whether to melt or throw up a little cuz i have to put that shit in my mouth chili dog xtra onions girl!

happy birthday karisa and if youre too busy making money maybe we can have a drink at the good luck club and watch kobe take it to the suns.