of the Pajamas Media meltdown was derived from “sour grapes”, implying that i was jealous that they didnt invite me to their clam bake.

fool are you crazy?

have you looked at the list of Pajama-wearers? did you see who was the Chair of the Advisory board?

the day you see Tony Pierce of the busblog, defier of grammar and spelling conventions, inventor of the modern day photo essay, kisser of girls, independent in every way – join forces with the Instapundit, Little Green Footballs, and 60 other Bush apologists in hopes to get rich

is the day the busblog has jumped the shark

and sold out

and is probably being kidnapped in Gitmo so send help.

sour grapes?

have you seen what has been going on for me in the last two months? do you even read the busblog?

in the last two months i went from working at a mostly all-woman market research company on hollywood blvd, to flying to NYC on my first day at Buzznet to host parties, meet hot babes, get the VIP treatment at the Daily Show, have my birthday party thrown for me in a loft in LA, and then get to spend four days as the guest of a rock star in Vancouver Canada. and on tuesday im being flown to Chicago to throw another Buzznet party in the shadows of Wrigley Field.

and you think id rather work for roger l. simon instead of m.c. marc brown?

honky, please.

the reason i criticised and gasped at the downfall of Pajamas Media was because it was such a spectacular and complete fuckup that i couldnt believe it was happening right before our eyes.

i thought it was a dream.

it was almost as if God Himself took all the Righty Apologists, ushered them onto an ark two-by-two

and then sank the fucker.

they hired people and then fired them days later and then deleted the posts welcoming those once-qualified writers.

they didnt explain to their audience why they kept Penthouse pornographer Gerard Van der Leun, but fired Luke Ford two days after they hired him once they found out that he writes about the porn industry.

they didnt explain why the phone number on their press release was being answered by people who didnt know who Pajamas Media was, nor did they explain why after they raised $3.5 million they couldnt afford a real office in New York and opted instead for a faux/virtual office.

and if they werent making a big enough fool out of themselves, this Media supergroup who, one could only imagaine, wished everyone to take them seriously hired Judith Miller to give their keynote address — Miller of course being the reporter who went to jail for no good reason, presumably to protect Scooter Libby who had told her and all other reporters that they were free to reveal him as the source because he was going to be the fall guy.

what part of tony pierce or the busblog fits in with any of the above?

we wont even mention the fact that everyone wore suits and ties to the event. we wont even mention the fact that the busblog has never been about money, that it took three years before i even considered putting ads on this bitch, or the fact that any time i mention glenn reynolds im lecturing him on how he’s not blogging correctly – so why would i ever want to be in a position where he is the chair of an Advisory board who could tell me how to blog. bitch i wrote the fucking book!

sour grapes? best thing that ever happened to me was not getting invited to that slaughterhouse.

bottom line: i dont get jealous of other people, they get jealous of me.

the only place i would rather have been last night other than where i was which was on my couch and then getting done i mean interviewed by smelly danielly one of the many babes of vancouver who i met this month

would have been smoozing it up at ariana huffingtons house in brentwood,

which, if i was a good employee of Buzznet, i would have been at; handing out cards, clinking glasses with my friends, and snaping pics for your ass.

but guess what, you read me because i dont wear suits with no ties. you like me because i can ride the bus and pull runway models. you can relate to me because id rather watch Lost on a wednesday night than kiss bill maher’s ass on the wesssside and rub shoulders with defamer and nick denton.

i really respect those people who celebrated the gawker/yahoo semi-merger

but as my favorite band tsar says in “straight”

eastside up and weside down

and friends, im eastside

and im up.

im so up im stiff.

so no, i dont need to have my wallets stuffed by dishonest deceitful disingenious Bushlickers to feel good about myself.

and ive lived in LA for nearly 20 years which means if im going to go to a party with celebs, the average age is going to be collegiate not viagrate.

and im gonna wear a flannel, not a fidora, nor a-fitch.

i get more hits more pussy and more freedom than pretty much everyone in that trainwreck in new york or at that wine tasting fiesta in brentwood.

no one ever said i deserve it, but i’ll take it, and i will honor it by never selling out and respecting where i came from.

i come from hanover park illinois

60103

where theyd beat my ass if they found me spreading brie in brentwood

and theyd hang me from my necktie if they found me at Open Sores Media

who still havent explained what theyre going to do about their stolen name.

wanna know how amazing it was in nyc yesterday? the blogfather posted 20 times today, guess how many were about that the launch yesterday of the company that he’s the chair of the advisory board? zip. he mentioned osm once, but it was to ask his readers to help him on a lost cause. in fact since being there he has not had one recap or one good story or one fond memory or one picture on his blog.

because he knows the truth. and cant fight a two front war of bullshit. either hes gotta spin for the GOP or spin for the PJM. but hes only one man, he cant tap dance on two different stages.

now fuck you very much but survivor is on

followed by everyone hates chris and love inc. which i still love.

dc + alecia + emmanuelle is in the red dress on top

about my book Stiff – on sale now, hint hint

id never chatted with her before so i was pleasantly suprised with her awesomeness.

sigh

double sigh

anyways here is an excerpt of our interview of which you can find the whole thing here, well most of it, well… all the parts that are fit to print

Q: why kurt?

A: im an old man. when i was your age kurt was just coming up and i was on college radio so i was really close to grunge and all that.

i saw him come and go

similarily im extremely religious, so i always feared that he wouldnt get to go to Heaven since he killed himself, so i wanted to show somehow that he wasnt in Hell

Q: i liked that you did that…its nice to know that kurt could be in heaven… so you are extremely religious…catholic or christian?

A: i was raised catholic but as soon as i finished reading the Bible all the way through for the first time, i was all wtf – there was no mention of popes or nuns or confession or priests being celebate.

reading the bible made me believe that Catholicism is a joke so i became simply Christian

Q: ive never read the whole bible…but sometimes i question being catholic…it sometimes seems sketchy to me

A: the only reason i liked going to Catholic church was it was like a For Dummies experience: you knelt when they told you to, you stood when they told you to, but there was no soul there.

i was happy to be in a church, but there was no magic feeling going through the ritual.

when i was in college i wanted more.

Q: i totally agree with you. sometimes i feel as if i only go b/c i have done so since i was born…but not beacuse i actually want to be there

A: i think its ok to go, but i still havent found a church that is what i want it to be.

maybe i have to make my own, but it would be boring

we would just talk alot about the bible

and sing bob dylan songs

Q: hahah that would be a pretty sweet church.

when my mom read your book…she didnt know if you were actually making fun of catholics or if you were one

A: i dont think its fair to make fun of peoples faith – but in ridiculing the Catholics, im dissing the church, not the beliefs. the structure, the anti-biblical behavior, not the root which is Jesus is God.

Q: im totally on the same page as you

A: good lets make out

Q: haha…ok

in the book you mention the xbi…what is that?

A: when i first started writing the busblog i didnt want people to know that i worked at E! so i told them that i worked for an undercover agency that was a cross between the cia and the fbi, and because the busblog *could* be true, maybe i still work there…

the xbi are rejects from the marines and the fbi but they still want to fight crime.

my job was to work at a communications base thus, a tv network was assigned to me. i also flew a helicopter – chopper one.

but the problem with the xbi was there were a lot of bad apples there because we made our money by stealing from the criminals

so if you heard about cops “finding 100 bags of cocaine” odds are there were 150 bags
and the xbi took their cut

so the early days of the busblog is about me in that struggle of trying to be good but in this corrupt organization which is why i rode the bus

because i didnt want to flaunt my riches

since they were ill gotten

Q: wow…thats crazy…never knew that

A: i might re-release Blook, the first book from the busblog because a lot of people are like you, new to the busblog.

many older readers dont like that i dont talk about the xbi, but i stopped because too many people said they hated the xbi stories since they thought they were fake

i was all, ok…

which is why i love Stiff because right when you think its not about the xbi i fucking get you in the end, and explain that all of this was really the very begining of it

smelly danielly + get a signed copy of stiff now with $1 shipping in the US, $2 elsewhere + danielly’s buzznet

emailed each other in an interview about Raymi.

kiddo and raymi virtually chatted the other day and it made it in kiddo’s school paper.

heres an excerpt

Raymi is a self-proclaimed alcoholic who blogs about her manic depression, her intoxicated escapades, her art, other bloggers, and anything and everything else that goes through her head. She has written articles on fascinating subjects, such as queefs and her childhood obsession with humping her childhood friends and inanimate objects. She has done this for the past five years, making her a reputable expert on the development of the blogosphere, and she has no intentions on stopping; well, with a few exceptions: “only if I went completely crazy, so much so that I just couldn’t handle it anymore, or if someone offered mea [sic] lot of money to stop doing it, or to buy my blog, or if I got really famous and didn’t have time to do it anymore; though if I were more famous I would probably still do it because I would be ten times more self-obsessed.”

Her writing style, as evidenced in that last quote, is a defining part of her online personality. Raymi employs the stream of consciousness style in a unique format (which we’ve cleaned up for publication), pushing beyond Brett Easton Ellis’ well-known gore-filled style. Raymi does not hold back. Ever. And you can hate her personality, blog, and pictures as much as you want—as trolls proclaim in her comments—but you cannot deny the fact that Raymi is as real as Dizzee Rascal is grime.

Plenty of bloggers have tried to imitate Raymi’s style (myself included). She is no doubt the most influential blogger among young female bloggers today, from starting the boob-shot trend to the incoherent-alcoholic-rant trend to the entry-with-random-irrelevant-picture trend. But what separates Raymi from all her followers, no matter how much they try and imitate her style, is the fact that her writing is consistently out in the open and uncensored.

A-list blogger Tony Pierce, Raymi’s biggest fan, put it best: “Raymi pours her soul out there for you. She tells it as it is. She walks the walk. She keeps it realer than real and I keep telling you to read her but you just scan for the nipples.”

as the kids say “read the whole thing“

raymi + kiddo + fil + new wavaoke + raymi’s nsfw buzznet page

on the internets today:

The Talent Show today illustrates the idiocy of Pajamas Media changing their name to Open Source Media, and then being anything but Open Source:

Pajamas Media has launched under a new moniker, Open Source Media, or in their officially-sanctioned shorthand OSM™. Yes, the trademark symbol is part of the abbreviation to remind people that they’re not that “open source”. And in case you get any funny ideas about freely distributing and modifying any of OSM™’s intellectual property, every page is accompanied by a copyright notice and a link to the privacy policy :

Our Site and all its contents, which includes, but is not limited to, text, graphics, photographs, logos, video and audio content, is protected by copyright as a collective work or compilation under the copyright laws of the United States and other countries. All individual components of Our Site, including, without limitation, articles, content and other elements comprising Our Site are also copyrighted works. Additionally all of the weblogs linked to by us are likewise protected. You must abide by all additional copyright notices or restrictions contained on this site and our linked weblogs.

You may not reproduce, distribute, copy, publish, enter into any database, display, modify, create derivative works, transmit, or in any way exploit any part of this site. The only exceptions to this are that you may download material from Our Site for your own personal use, provided such download is limited to making one machine readable copy and/or one print copy that limited to occasional articles of personal interest only. No other use of the content of Our Site is permitted. Please contact our Sales Department if you wish to have rights other than those stated above.

As a comparison, here’s the notice at the bottom of DailyKos (who’s notably absent from OSM™’s blogroll) :

Site content may be used for any purpose without explicit permission unless otherwise specified.

The jury may still be out on whether or not OSM™ is a thinly-disguised conservative blog circlejerk, one thing is already clear. They’re not open source. I’ve always considered the intentional misuse of buzzwords to be a MSM™ phenomenon, but the guys in pajamas sure are quick learners.

but wait theres more, the original Open Source Media blogged this afternoon about the fact that indeed they own the rights to the name, that they’ve been around longer, and if you simply use a search engine when youre scouting out names you would have found them:

So this morning I got an email from a listener with the following subject header:

“did someone steal your name?”

Hm. A company that used to call itself Pajamas Media now calls itself Open Source Media, which is — scroll down to our legal notice — kind of exactly what we call ourselves. They’ve collected $3.5 million in venture capital, and, to celebrate their re-naming of our already-named name, they’re holding an event at the Rainbow Room.

So what to do. A couple of blogs — Atrios, Stephen den Beste, Dennis the Peasant, Begging to Differ, Homocon — have picked up on this already, unprompted, perhaps because if you Google “open source media”, we’re the third result. Presumably the new “Open Source Media” Googled their new name before they settled on it?

Don’t get us wrong; we didn’t invent the idea of working with bloggers to make media, we certainly didn’t invent the concept “open source,” and there’s plenty of room for everyone to do what we’ve been doing. But they chose the same name that we established in May and, seeing as how we work in the same industry, people might find that a little confusing. And that has us puzzled.

my advice to Pajamas Media, their blogger/writers, and their advisory board: cut and run, kids, cut and run.

Or you can ask your keynote speaker, Judy Miller, pictured, top, if she thinks this is something worth going to jail over.

Meanwhile: the Instapundit says he would have liked to have blogged from the OSM/Pajama Party launch – but it would have been too obvious. huh? one of the world’s most popular bloggers was ashamed to blog from a launch of a new blogging venture because he would have come across as… a blogger? fascinating.

the KCSB Pledge Drive ends today – i donated, you should too + nay + amy

on friday Kevin Drum at the Washington Monthly put him in his place for posing the juvenile arguement that people who have the gall to suggest that the President misled us about the reasons that we went to war were unpatriotic.

according to the good professor the post created a load of hatemail. Glenn’s response: he says that Drum quoted him out of context. Drum sets him straight.

on Monday, the right-leaning Oxblog, who lists Glenn as the George Washington of Bloggers took Drum’s side… politely… soberly… and in a restrained manner, but basically says Glenn’s off base on this one.

in fact the fallout on that unfortunate post put the professor on the hot seat in what seemed like a hanging curveball for guys like oliver willis to knock out of the park.

the weekend seemed to just give people chance to reload in preperation for his next fuckup. in fact yesterday, for some reason, Glenn decided to send traffic to a blog who suggested that the media was to blame for Bush’s problems.

pro journalist Matt Welch took a billyclub to this argument and reminded his readers that this is exactly the type of thing that the Instapundit loves to promote – that Bush’s fuckups arent his, theyre everyone elses.

Glenn, in turn complained that Welch was dissing him.

but when soon-to-be Time.com blogger Andrew Sullivan defended Welch in his attack of Reynolds’s bizarre stance, i nearly felt sorry for the tennessee prof.

especially in light of the fact that his new venture Pajamas Media had started off on such a horrible foot, most recently when they hired and then fired Luke Ford – a move Cathy Seipp says they had to do. Seipp explains that the SD Reader wouldnt run a pro-abortion rights piece or an anti-Israel piece in the New Republic — but then she says that Ford is basically anti-porn and his coverage keeps them in check. which means that would be like the SD Reader firing a reporter simply for covering the abortion issue.

but now to add insult to injury, the renamed PJ Media, now Open Source Media, got a little press on Reuters – but the news service put pictures of the OSM launch in the CIA Leak Investigation slide show. Is Reuters trying to tell us something?

and sadly, Reuters chose to snap pics of several of the bloggers of OSM, including one of Charles Johnson of LGF (above) but alas, none of the blogfather.

and if the bloodletting couldnt get any worse, long-time journalist Jeff Jarvis, logs in from halfway around the world to see the launch via a webcast and is still not impressed with OSM. complaining that indeed Judith Miller is still going to give the keynote, and that theres someone on the panel who thinks blogging is “absurd.”

let’s see if glenn calls her unpatriotic and then blames the media for planting her on the stage.

[update: Dennis the Peasant reports that the name Open Source Media is the name of someone else’s company. Whoopsie. Maybe they should just go back to Pajamas Media. developing…}

kill poets is gonna get tsared tonight + brianna + land of ghosts

then frisco and LA
you’ve been properly notified

and i knew my boss was going to get on my case and i wondered if i should tell him the truth when he would ask me why i was late.

would i lie and say subway problems?

or would i tell the truth which is blonde girl showed up on my doorstep at 2am. the shoes that she came to retrieve were nicely packed into a box next to the satellite dish. in the box was a magazine with her favorite band on the cover and under the magazine was a tape of an hour of her favorite actress on it.

i might not ever talk to you if i break up with you, but if theres a box on a doorstep from me to you, odds are theres probably gonna be some good shit in it.

unfortunately, like most things, this made her cry.

she cried and knocked on my door. tap tap tap tap.

i snored peacefully.

bang bang bang bang.

more snoring. very little can wake me from my slumber. its the only time this haunted mind can stop dreaming and talking and rest. and when it rests it shuts off completely.

however, the hot woman who lives upstairs does capture my attention, pretty much at all time.

she was disturbed and she got up and went to her balcony and her hardwood floors squeaked and my heart fluttered and i woke.

knock knock knock knock.

i went to the door, turned on the porch light, opened the door. daisy princess sobbing. can i hug you she asks.

no.

did you guys see giselle last night when the protesters hopped on the catwalk? she didn’t miss a beat. every step she made was exactly the step she would have taken if no one was there. more than just a hot brazilian, but a pro.

i allowed the twenty year old into the home. let her hug my back. i turned off the porch light. shut the door. went back to bed and quieted the disturbance that my neighbor was experiencing.

perhaps this isn’t what a pro would do. and obviously im no expert on women. i am a victim. anything that happens to me is because they make it so.

when i was in college i learned from the frat boys. they were handsome and rich and they had nothing inside of them other than mgd and semen but what i learned was no matter what ignorance they spewed or how many times they’d listen to legend, because they were surrounded by women with low standards, they were always satisfied.

so i learned to show up in places where there would be hot babes, keep my mouth shut, and have a clean apartment with a second pair of sheets somewhere.

all my body wants is peace and quiet and a nice hand to hold.

ashley is much more than that, and she isn’t right for me and im not right for her and the frat boys would sometimes throw stephen stills in the boom box – you know the one- where the eagles fly with the dove…

some people can let the sands of the hourglass stream through as they wait for their dreams to come true. im not so patient. i have no willpower.

i might not ever find the girl of my dreams who also thinks im the boy of her dreams but im not so sure its a great idea to sit around alone while i figure out the answer.

she apologized and made promises and asked me if there was anything that she could do to prove that she was sorry and i thought of a few things.

let me sleep, i said, with all of your friends.

she sniffed and hiccuped still sobbing a bit.

even the fat ones.

she said, im the only fat one.

then i said take off your clothes.

for leather chaffes at three am when you’re trying to sleep.

leah just signed up for buzznet + my fav buzznet page + science blog

sorry im not writing you back on there but i really wanted to blog on the busblog so i hope you understand.

no you werent rambling in your message, in fact it was nice to learn a little about you. i get a lot of emails and i always like to hear what people are up to or where theyre from.

sometimes i get questions from people who often frame the questions with “i know this sounds dumb, but…”

today someone asked me about videoblogging, or vblogging as they called it.

maybe its cuz, like you, i studied english in college that i favor writing over video when documenting ones life or when writing about dreams or hopes or while ranting or while explaining things.

but i told her that no, i dont believe in vblogging. it takes too much effort to be any good at it, you have to edit you have to set up a good shot, you probably even need a decent script, and you need lighting and you need sound, and you need to have someone who’s really good in front of the camera.

and you probably need music and camerawork and costuming and makeup and hairdos and dancing girls and midgets and elephants and etc.

meanwhile with blogging all you need is a keyboard and blogger and electricity and someone to write to.

tonight its 3:55am and im writing to you, not pictured. pictured is leah who emailed me this morning the sweetest little thing and it made my day. not that my day needed to be made but she did. ive been reading her blog forever.

shes the exception, shed be good at vblogging i have a feeling.

infact leah does have little videos and theyre good and they show a little part of her world thats nice.

ok so i will end this in four minutes, what else did i want to tell you. oh, no im not famous. im far from famous. its not that i dont believe you when you say that all of your blogging friends know who i am but thats not a good judge of fame. fame is when your momma knows who someone is.

i guess deep down id prefer that you know who i am or leah rather than your parents, but deeper down i just would prefer to write interesting things, and when that fails to show cool pictures or turn you on to something halfway decent.

which brings us back to vblogging.

you know why vblogging is doomed? because when one of the biggest bloggers of all time, say for example the charismatic and brave mickey kaus has a somewhat funny vblog episode

but it gets blown away by the japanese yoyo champ

then vbloggings in some deep doodoo.

4am: ding.

raymi got 9,095 visits on her first day on Buzznet + dc’s show was super good + i have no response to this

last week you gave me your heart, you gave me good weather, you gave me young girls, you gave me four days with your native son.

TONIGHT i give you my favorite band and the best one-two punch of all the USA.

TONIGHT at Richard’s On Richards, i invite you to witness the no-holds-barred duel barrell attack

of Juliette Lewis & the Licks AND special guests TSAR!

if i could be there you know i would. if i could be there i would be in line right now. if i could be there i would have bells on and a bunny costume and a big sign that says THE LORD LOVES ME AND I KNOW IT BECAUSE I’M ABOUT TO GET ROCKED!

Oh, Canada!

Do you know how lucky you are?

Do you know that the angels are smiling on you as we speak?

Do you know that this is the reason why Columbus discovered america and why the terrorists hate us? Its not because of our freedom it’s because of our ROCK. they dont have rock like this over there. they dont have smoke machines. they dont have model actresses writhing around on your dirty stage.

they dont have manish boys wearing american flag capes. they dont have fucking shit compared to you and me.

so jump in to the open arms of rock and throw your hands in the air and waving around like you just dont give a fuck and when you walk out of the sweaty club baptised in the holy spirit you remember who you need to thank: your momma for saying yes a long time ago, and your friends for showing you the internet.

THE INTERNET COMMANDS YOU TO GO TO THE TSAR + JULIETTE LEWIS SHOW!

Richard’s On Richards
1036 Richards Street
TO-NIGHT

and be a dear and take pics for your pal in LA.

kthxbi

with hundreds of pictures for you to adore