including a reeeaaaallly funny/scary Easter Egg in the trailer. who does that?
the egg is only a frame long so use the pause button and go frame by frame
or if you give up click here to see the frame itself
a lot of people have been very very amazingly cool about putting the coachella ad in their blogad space for free.
i cannot believe how nice so many of you are. thank you. thank you. thank you!
some of you have even offered to sign up for Blogads just to host my little ad for free. that is extremely nice but so unneccessary.
if you really want blogads go for it, but if what you really want to do is just host this ad for a few weeks i have made the JPEG of the ad right there for sweet folks like you who should beware of the sun because you’ll melt.
feel free to hotlink the pic if you want, just make sure that the link from the ad goes to http://www.buzznet.com/events/coachella/
Q. hey tony how do we link from a picture in a way that doesnt give me that lameass blue border around the image?
A. oh thats so easy you’re going to hate yourself for asking it.
the secret is border=0
so in your img src=”http://… tag, youre going to want to put that border=0 deal in there so it will be img border=0 src=…
Q. hey tony what if we want to put an image in the body of text and have the text wrap around it, like we see you do in your sweet pics on the world famous busblog?
a. oh now thats some fancy shit. but i think i can tell you. in that same image tag either bust with the align=left or align=right depending on how you want the text to wrap. you might also want to slide in a little funkiness that i call the hspace padding i like to add 11 hspaces. so in your average busblog image tag it looks like img align=left hspace=11 src=”…
Q. tony, i have two girlies who want your ass. how do i arrange this?
A. all inquiries go through my social director. Karisa J. Hotshit, 4845 Fountain Ave. #15, Hollywood, CA, 90029
Q. tony balogne, this is serious. I have FOUR lawn tickets to Jimmy Buffett that i need to unload Quick. he’s playing at the Verizon Wireless in Irvine tomorrow. as in TOMORROW. im willing to let them go for $80 total. thats $20 each. no fees. no hassles. no problems. Busblog special. and theyre email tickets. so your readers will have them delivered to their email boxes. how do i let people know how they can get these?
A. Readers, if you want to put on your party hats and boogie down with the Parrotheads in Irvine, email Chad aka Chokey Chicken at chokeychicken @ gmail.com
Q. tony are you going to the Cubs game tonight?
A. i want to but i have to do some secret xbi shit that suddenly came up. SUX!
Q. tony how many nudes from the ladies do you get in your inbox? seriously?
A. not nearly enough. but Spring usually is better than Winter as far as that is concerned. so thanks for asking.
Friends i must run. be excellent to each other, and if you really do put this image on your blog, email me or let me know in the comments and i will link to you at the end of a blog post or in the Specials.
now take on the day
ive been driniking. dkinrinking at mussos and frnaks in hollywoodl. one of the classic bar/restaurants in all of hollywood. and even though ive lived here for a long longlong loooong time i havenddt even been inside it intul tonoight. evne though when i worked last summer at the marketing company we shared a parking lot. even though bukowski totally drank there once he made it. even though hemingway dransk there which is why bukowski drabnk there. the stones love it there actually all old men love it there cuz its old school. it was nice.
i went there because me and rob from e! and the lovely carolyn kellogg from laist have been trying to have drinks with me and neil romeneck for almost a month now. neal doesnt get his name spelld rotight because he ditched us. sumthing suddenly came up marsha brady. iv e gotta poop cuz i drank too many aremereto sours. which i want to now call amaretto smiles cuz thats what they do to me. they also let me i mean make me talk way too much.
carolyun has the greatest red hair. not red like youre thinking RED fucking hair like ahhhhh. ive always wanted that. i might gro w back the frow just so i can dye it red and tell the world here i am fucker.s
i was nervous about what to wear cuz iu wore shorts to work today and i wanted to wear shorts to mussos and franks abut its sorta fancy only cuz so many old people ago there. like cary grant would totally be there if he was still around. he might be there. rob and carolyn had martinis cuz theyre classy. im just a dope but i wore pants and i changed my gangsta flannel for a nice corderoy flannel. and i took off my cap at the bar.
im wathsfing the cubs on tvio so dont tell me who won. cubds are down by one in the sixth. anyways it was very nice to talk with rob and carolym, im not sure how we woulda done it if neal was there cuz you couldnt move the barstols they were in the foloor real good incase of emregency. ui wonder if thats for earthqyuakes or drunks. btw today was the 100th anniversary of the frisco earthquake a hundred years ago. my ass is itchy. i should have my panjamas on. its 1212 why do i still have clothes on.
anyways carolyn listens. i dont liseten. she also reads a lot. rob does too. i dont read anything buyt blogs. instead of coachella shes going to the LA book fair. she asked which writers would you meet if you could and i could only think of Lynda Barry and the chick who wrote wite oleander jante janet finch. i want to read bloggers and meet them, thats who i wanna meet. book writers bore me. write every day in public and thgen you’ll impress me. put out every damn day. buiild an audience. bust with your real life. who couldntr write fuction. fickton. fuktion. im gonna spell it right if it kills me FICTION ahhhh who cant write fiction? but write about your life and do it every day and make it not boring and then youre something. suddenly i can write.
i dont have the patiene3 to write fictuin. see frauyd fraued frued freud i cant even sopell fiction right even though this whole blog is fuction., every time someone interviewds me they ask my age and if my name is really tony pierce or not. and i say im 21 and my name is tony hemingway but i changed it to poierce cuz none of you fuckers would believe whgo my papa reall y is. and they say really and i say nah. and htey say no really and i say yeah and they go fuck and i go no and they go no really seriously and i go yeah no maybe whocares.
i got a lot of emails from people today. so many i cant even remember so many i dont think i wrote everyone back. i have ajob you know. my hands are sore from my job. i m sooo sorry if i dont write you back when you write me. i love the nice things everyone says but whoooo cubs tied it up. anyways i will write you back. if you write me and i dont write back it doesnt mean anything other than i suck ok. ok. anyways thatnks. dude sent me a cd and a book the other day and i havent written him back. this movie stuido sent me a movie that i totally watched and liked but i havent reviewd it yet. blog ads want me to interview some people and im gonna dtry to do that tomorrow during lunch. im a busy bee. i like being busy but its getting in the way of my romantic interestes. giving that advice about asking three gurls out a week is good fucking advice no pun intended and im thinking when was the last time i asked out theree girls in a week, probabaly college.
as a matter of fact there was a week were i asked out a girl every day for a week and they all seaid yes. now of course i was far handsomer then, and girls were hornier in those days and the sun was brighter and gas was cheeopre and when youre one of only 50 black men in a school of 18,900 and half of those are chickes so 9500 and half of htose are hot so 4800 and half fo those are single so 2400 and half of those have the jungle feaver so youve got 1200 stone cold foxes to find if my math is correct which it probably isnt because somehow i got validated at musso anf franks and still i had to pay eight bucks to park. anyways they all said yes and in those days i awas a virgin and all i wanted to do was kiss goodnight and see what they were gonna wear. iw as bizarre. and that was before i strted drugs.
laist + when i was interviewed by laist last year rob attack cat + mia neal
has reached 40 comments. this is from the post about what the ladies of the world should do for the shy boys of the world on Good Friday.
i suggested that if the lovelies took one for the team as it were that it would help make the world a better place.
sadly many young ladies are of the belief that there are no one-night-stands out there. no quickies for the nerds. no wham bam thank you ma’ams for the eight-sided die crowd. the complaint is that once a hottie puts out a bit the boys become stalkers, ever clutchy, like leeches that you cant rid yourself of.
and i dont want to sit here in the sunshine of hollywood and pretend that im better than anyone. and i certainly dont want to make you think that i havent fallen for a girl or two in a way that i appeared stalkerish. yes even yours truly has sometimes had a hard time accepting a flat out no.
ask my true love who said no to my advances pretty much every day for the last several years.
she said no to offers of marriage, being my girlfriend, being my f buddy, being my roommate, being my sexual surrogate, being my love slave, joining me in threesomes, being my live art nude model, being my french maid, or allowing me to use her as a practice ho. and many times all of those offers came in one phone call.
whats sad is each time i presented the invitation i seriously thought i had a slim chance of acceptance.
so yes boys are delusional. and yes girls have no problem saying no. endlessly. sure its uncomfortable for both sides but just like a call in the wild the bluebird needs to sing “hey any horny birds out there?” and the robin needs to sing “shut it bluebird.”
therefore heres my advice for the boys and the girls.
boys – even in small towns there are lots of chicks. lots. if there arent and youre over 18, get the fuck out. do your penis a favor. if your penis could pack your bags and move you out it would, so do it. you have the feet, you have the hands.
secondly, when youre 18, boys, you Have to go to college. even if its junior college. i went to junior college and guess what, that was the place where i met the girl who would eventually accept my virginity. college is the single best place for people to get laid. avoid college and you avoid the love you so desire.
finally, boys, if you want to get girls its very simple. you must start asking girls out. every week you need to ask three girls out. heres what i recommend: one of the girls needs to be the hottest chick ever. one of them needs to be someone who youre pretty sure will say yes but is still someone who makes you nervous. and one has to be a sure thing. but keep this in mind, even sure things arent sure things so get ready.
the reason you need to ask all three each week is not to increase your odds of lovin but so you can notice how you act differently to women based on your fucked up beliefs about looks/status/intelligence/etc. the truth is all three women are exactly the same: female. everything else is shit you made up about them, and usually its shit you made up that gets in the way of you getting laid.
when you ask, be funny. smile when you do it. dont ask as much as invite. dont ask as much as inform. baby you and me are gonna see a great movie on friday. do you wanna go to the arclight or to the drive in, and dont worry i’ll still put out if you dont pay.
ok ladies. we do appreciate it when you get drunk and hump us. we really do. and we realize that sometimes when you say no you mean maybe. thats what confuses us. so heres what you need to remember and do when youre blowing us off. remember that boys are like dogs. you cant tell a dog once not to piss on the floor. you have to tell the dog repeatedly. sometimes you need to wack the puppy in the head with a rolled up newspaper or shove its nose in the piss. remember that. remember we are very big dogs who wear hats. shove the piss in our nose.
do this by writing us letters. letters dont change. write things like this.
tony, i was drunk, it was fun but its over. you need to move on. there will be girls who will love you and want you. im not one of those girls. im one of the girls who did you and enjoyed it but it will never happen again. before you call me again read this postcard 100 times. and if you call me dont call me a bitch dont call me to say youve changed dont call me to be friends dont call me to try something fancy to get me call me to say thank you i get it i got it im out. but instead of calling me, call someone who hasnt made out with you yet. that will make me feel way better. but thanks for taking me to the dodger game last night.
ok its time to make the donuts.
a few feet from the field and a few feet from the fair pole, the best part about the Cubs game yesterday at Dodger Stadium, besides watching the Professor school the home team was in the elevator ride from the field boxes to the top of the park, where our car was waiting.
for in this elevator was me, my date, her roommate and boyfriend, and about 25 pissed off dodger fans including four very large latin gentlemen with tattoos up to their neck and scars like those made from knives.
me, i had a Cubs spring training 1986 tshirt, cubs hat, bag of peanuts that my mom sent me in my easter basket that had the cubs logo on the bag, and small pin that said hey hey.
even without my afro somehow all eyez remain on me.
so as soon as i stepped into the packed oversized elevator the biggest meanest toughest gang member – lets be real – said,
looks like you stepped on the wrong elevator
and there was silence
and a few quiet chuckles
now let me tell you a little something about the author of this blog. ever since the cubs lost in the playoffs in 1984 to the san diego padres, an interesting phenomenom swept over me.
the willingness to die. as in, not being at all afraid to leave this mortal coil.
its my belief that that precise lack of fear that most normal humans have is what the xbi found most appealing in me, and why they recruited me while i was in college.
so when this 6’2″ 250 man with a tattooed tear coming down his eye looked at me and said that i got in the wrong elevator after greg maddux spread 3 hits over 8 innings making quick work of a dodger lineup missing allstar jeff kent, and hobbled by just-recovering jd drew and kenny lofton, i could not bite my tounge
i can never bite my tounge, particularily in matters of the chicago cubs.
if you remember correctly it was i who brought my broom to dodger stadium last year in preperation of the sweep that the cubbies performed on LA last season, and yes bitter dodger fans told me where i could put that broom.
so when the huge monster of a man joked but didnt joke that i was in the wrong elevator, very clearly i rebutted with
oh you mean this isnt the winner’s elevator?
to which everyone, from youngest to oldest said
ooooooooooh.
and yes i plan on returning to chavez ravine tomorrow to reintroduce the faithful to my broom.
there on the left. apparently that was his birthday party 11 years ago. is it Jag’s birthday today? if it is happy birthday bro. i have no idea where we are in frisco in that pic but youre lookin good and im lookin drunk. plus i dont know any of those people.
i also got a very nice email from someone in toronto who didnt sign their name who is in los angeles today.
LA is gorgeous right now thanks to all the rain clearing out all the crap and all the hills being green and all the boobs settling into their bikini tops.
tonight ive got tickets to see the Cubs and the Dodgers. i will be about two rows behind the left fielder but not in the bleachers because they dont serve $10 beers there. ticket prices are outta control, btw. a man used to be able to take his wife and kids to a game and buy drinks and shit for under $100. parking included. four tickets where im sitting set me back $140 and that was not counting the Ticketmassah fees that i avoided by going to the box office during lunch myself.
the only good thing about not having a steady girlfriend is ive been able to save a little cash by not having to by dinners and drinks and flowers and movie tickets. of course that savings totally evaporates by going to sxsw and toronto and vegas and hollywood and this weekend im going back to austin for a wedding now that ive found a housesitter. but yeah baseball ticket prices suck. remind me to go to scalpers and rip them off from now on.
before i post this sweet email from a canadian in california, let me thank these people for posting the Coachella Blog blogad. i toooootally appreciate it!
Science Blog,
matt welch,
raymi,
Just a Girl,
Krista,
Bunny,
bicycle mark,
raspberry,
the holywriter,
sigh club,
moxie,
david
if any of you have blog ads and you’d like to allow us to advertise for free on your blogad strip, email me and i will owe you one, or i will give you a two-week ad on my page, or we’ll work something out. but muchas gracias to the good kids above!
ok heres the email i got today that made me smile.
hi tony:
when i think of california, i think of you.
while visiting your beautiful state for the first time, i felt the need to
write and let you know what an amazing time i’m having here.
i’m visiting a sexy, incredible man who recently moved here from toronto.
in the past 24 hours, i’ve seen the freaks on the walk of fame, stars in
beverly hills, strolled the pier in santa monica, sampled some awesome
mexican food, watched lizards and hummingbirds go about their business,
spied 3 year olds surfing, grown more than a few freckles, and as i write
you i’m sitting on a huge deck sipping my fourth beck’s while taking
advantage of a free wireless internet connection.
i love it here. the people are so friendly it’s borderline creepy…and i
thought us canadians were the warm ones.
i’ve read you giving canadians props many many times, and thought i should
return the love.
aside from spending time with my favourite person, i didn’t expect to have
such a great time here. call me a smug torontonian, but i thought i knew
where it was at.
so big thanks to sunny california and your people for being so warm.
today i was told i would never pass for a native to SoCal, which made me
smile because it doesn’t matter. i’ve been welcomed with such open arms.
this is a fucking cool place.
you’re a lucky man.
thinking about the oklahoma cannibal who worked at carls jr. so maybe its best to call him the carls jr cannibal.
because it was a holiday weekend, or maybe because Blogger doesnt really shut down blogs unless it had kiddie porn or pure lies, lots of people read kevin underwood’s blog and then… blogged about it.
several people mentioned that he (not pictured) had fallen for a recent divorcee and was going to move to california to be with her. when that fell through he pretty much gave up on chasing girls.
he didnt kiss a girl until he was 22, and he may still be a virgin. at one point he even mentioned that sure he could use a girlfriend because he would like sex, but he also wanted one for human contact – something he seemed to have scarce amount of.
Even masturbation sounds boring. Of course, that lost its fun years ago. Now it’s basically just a habit.
To once again put it bluntly, I really need some pussy. Actually, it’s more than that. I don’t just need sex. I need a girlfriend, a real relationship. Love, and shit like that. Even simpler than that, I just need to be touched, and I don’t mean in a sexual way. But no one ever touches me, and I don’t touch them. Even the simplest touch is the hardest thing for me. I dream of being hugged.
which made me think, chicks really need to start putting out. life is so f’ed up. all these pretty boys and jocks and lunkheads and morons get laid all the time. the giotti boys step out of a limo and all these girls scream their heads off.
meanwhile theres all these dudes who are far too shy for their own good. not horrible looking fellas. underwood is an asshole, no question, but that fucker coulda gotten laid. he was creepy looking, but maybe only in retrospect, and maybe only because no chick ever gave him any play. if i was a reporter who was granted an interview, i wouldnt ask him why he killed that sweet little girl, but seriously how many chicks did he ask out over his life.
so this is what im thinking, chicks need to take one for the team at least once a year. maybe we oughtta make a day out of it. for one day instead of making out with that dude in the stonewashed jeans or the highlights in his hair or the dude with the fake bake and the department store calvin klein, flirt with the dude at jiffy lube, or at carls jr and if he asks for your number give it to him, and when he calls you go out with him, and when he gets all nervous at the door give him a good kiss and grab his ass or something.
they say that babies will die if they dont get touched. animals need to be pet. even homes need to be lived in or they’ll fall apart.
clearly this carls jr dude went to work, came home, sat in his room, dicked around on the web and never made a move on anyone. and when he did it was twisted and violent and horrible. and when he did and got caught he didnt even care because what did he have to live for? so he could flip some bacon avacado chicken burgers for $7 an hour?
maybe good friday should be the day where if youre a virgin dude you can make out with hot chicks. maybe on good friday virgins can get lap dances for free at strip clubs. or super shy dudes. or dudes whove worked at fast food places for more than five years.
i know this guy was one on a million, that there arent that many people who dont get touched and then snap and kill and then try to eat people, but we need to lower the odds of this shit happening again. its just too painful.
i know that one reason that im as confident about life as i am is my ridiculously good luck with the ladies, but fellas i have to tell you this – its luck, yes, but your “luck” increases the more you put yourself out there and actually ask for the sale. sure i get rejected. i get rejected all the time, but i also get said yes to. i believe it was lee trevino the golfer who said, “the more i practice the luckier i get”.
boys you have to practice talking to girls, you have to practice getting rejected, and you have to practice asking for the sale. anyone can talk to a pretty girl, but it is tough to ask them on a date, and then for a kiss, and then for some roadhead, and then for a threesome. but just like anything if you dont practice its not going to happen. you have to practice riding a bike, and you have to be cool with falling down – in front of people.
once i tried to kiss a girl and she totally leaned back as my eyes were closed and my lips were pursed. you know how embarrassing that is? swing and a miss. but the good news is you have unlimited swings on this shit. ive tried to kiss a girl for an hour once. once i tried for two hours straight. once i was in a car with a girl and i spent two and a half hours begging, daring, browbeating a girl into a kiss and when she gave it up and asked how it was i was all eh. and she kissed me again.
you must try. you must try all the time. you will get rejected. you will have your heart broken. but you will also get kissed, and blown, and banged.
but ladies, we need your help. especially the shy boys. im not saying you have to give me love, ive had plenty, but once a year you really should give some to those who need it most. yes he will stalk you. yes he will probably put a nice gift box on your doorstep with a long long long love letter in the basket. but sometimes it really is better to have lusted and lost than to never gotten a finger stunk up at all.
and yes ive lost my mind.
directed by quentin tarantino
cinematography by robert richardson
starring uma thurman, daryl hannah, michael madsen, and david carradine as bill.
quentin tarantino has made his third perfect movie and he not only made it look easy, but made it look fun.
the writing is flawless the acting is solid but the look is fresh and the comedy is there and the action is there and the only thing thats not there is theres not enough stars in the heavens to award this film.
it was as if quentin filmed kill bill, realized it was a damn good three-hour movie but decided instead to hold back the best parts for the “sequel” and call the leftovers kill bill vol 1.
the rumors of you not needing to see the first to enjoy the second are true.
kill bill vol 2 stands on its own and shines on its own, it sneers on its own, its amazes on its own, its such a gargantuan shock to the heart that its almost like vol 1 was a warm up for what quentin knew he could do.
vol 2 runs laps around vol 1 in a way that vol 1 should have just been dvd extras, missing scenes, and deleted moments of this instant classic.
this is a dress rehearsal of a wedding between genius and artistry. action suspense humor, depth, subtlety, and beauty. the way movies should be made but simply cant be made because theres only one quentin and his fastball moves.
this is the work of a maturing filmmaker caught completely in stride, no longer the video store clerk trying to prove that he can direct, no longer the wigger in the kangol trying to show off his record collection.
this is the quentin tarantino that everyone hoped for after the one two punch of reservoir dogs and pulp fiction that never was realised in the pair of films that followed.
this movie was so good that i bypassed the miramax + ascis afterparty so i could run home and tell you to go right away before people start giving away the juicy bits because there are some parts that people are going to start talking about and it’s far better to see them for yourself unspoiled.
kill bill 2 gets the busblogs highest rating. as someone who was lucky enough to see pulp fiction the day it came out, i felt just as satisfied leaving this film, and i definately wasnt the only one.
enjoy a photo essay
didnt really feel like blogging last night or today. which should tell you that something was wrong because usually all i want to do is blog.
i got a message last night from kristin pony who is doing fine and still looking beautiful and studying to be a lawyer, etc., who told me about this grisly murder in oklahoma, near where she lives.
turned out there was a 10 yr old girl who was missing. she was last seen going to the library to get on the computers there to surf around via her AOL account.
two days later she was still missing, which was odd because she lives in a pretty small town. so the cops finally started following some leads or going house to house, im not sure what they did but they ended up at this twentysomething dude’s apartment in the same complex as the girl and then found her mutilated body in his closet according to The Oklahoman
Apartment manager Tim Bayer told FBI agents he heard
[Kevin Ray] Underwood was the last person to see [Jamie Rose] Bolin before she went missing. Agents located Underwood about 3:45 p.m. and questioned him about the girl’s disappearance, the affidavit said.When they were finished questioning Underwood, agents took him back to his apartment. He agreed to let agents search his apartment to make sure she wasn’t there. When agents looked in a bedroom closet, they found a large plastic container sealed with duct tape.
Underwood told agents the container was filled with comic books. When agents opened the container, they found a shirt believed to belong to Bolin.
Underwood then told agents, “go ahead and arrest me. She is in there. I chopped her up,” the affidavit said.
The DA called it gruesome and is seeking the death penalty against the man.
McClain County District Attorney Tim Kuykendall said that in his 24 years as a prosecutor, “I’ve never seen a homicide quite as atrocious and heinous and cruel as what this little girl suffered.”
so why did our pal mad pony let me know about this on the holiest night, good friday? because the killer’s myspace address got out, somehow, and that lead to his blog.
and guess who’s on this fuckers blogroll?
and guess who this asswipe quoted a year and a half ago, reprinting an entire post?
and whats even worse is as the little girl was dead or dying or chopped up in his closet he sat in his room and blogged about human fossils.
disgusting.
i feel sick thinking that someone with the potential to do something as vile as chop up a sweet little freckle faced ten year old girl would in any way be attracted to anything that i ever wrote, let alone put me on his blog roll. and im too grossed out to think about it but i know i linked him back, something i like to do when someone links to me. not because im a fan of all the blogs i link back to, i do it out of general courtesy.
ive avoided writing about this all day.
i even did my taxes instead of blogging. i even cleaned my house. i did anything i could to try to figure out what to do other than write but i knew the only thing id be able to write about is this prick and his indirect relationship with my most prized possession, this blog.
but whats scariest of all is as you poke around on his blog and see how he answered surveys and wrote about this or that you try to look for clues that he was this monster just waiting for something to push him over the edge, but i cant find anything like that. to me he seemed like a normal dude working at a 7-11, who didnt have many friends, was beat up a bunch in school, and wasnt all that lucky with the ladies but not necessarily a murderer.
he had no criminal record. he didnt use a gun. wasnt on drugs as far as i could tell from his blog, or booze.
just another dude walking down the street. someone you might say hi to if theyre wearing a cubs hat or raiders jersey. someone who you might tip if he brings you a beer at a ballgame. someone who you might link to or god forbid put as a special if linked to you more than once or twice.
yesterday when the facts were fuzzy i was hoping that he wasnt the guy because his blog just doesnt look like that of someone who would just destroy the life of a little kid – or his own life. but today when i read that he admitted it, it made me feel so gross.
and despite the fact that theyre probably going to shut it off when news gets back to them that its up, i hope Blogger doesnt touch his blog so we can see that murderers – cold thoughtless killers – walk among us, and even look human.
UPDATE: His plan was to eat her.
“Regarding a potential motive, this appears to have been part of a plan to kidnap a person, rape them, torture them, kill them, cut off their head, drain the body of blood, rape the corpse, eat the corpse, then dispose of the organs and bones,” [Purcell police Chief David] Tompkins said.
a roundup of news stories and of his presence online + what other bloggers are saying + the oklahoman