after sex
what is there
after lust is what i mean
sitting there on the edge of the bed
big room big mind
its 4am now shes rubbin my back
dont touch me nevermind
i feel only a little bad
bad that i wont fall asleep with her
and now im not really a boy no more
i tucker in kiss her soft cheek let myself out
drive home listening to acdc cuz i am a boy.
the stoplights flash red black red
theres so many people out not just bums
tall men and women outside of bars
i wanna tell em its not worth it
its love inside your belly cant believe how cute she looks
not cant believe how bad she sucks
its love you must want im sure
again ive gone down the wrong path
but when i called her she asked
please wont you come
i think im dumb
and someday my princess will come
skipping and wearing converse
maybe she wont have a string purse
she’ll knock knock on my door
dress like an angel and fuck like a whore
aint gonna screw on maggies floor no more
the twighlights still growing and the streets they are filling
the suns lighting up my shades and the bulb on my ceiling
i wish i could tell you right now
just how im feeling
glad to get laid but love was not made
dont come back here mister
your tab has been paid.

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which might explain why you dont see comments on the top rightwing blog.

on Sunday the blogfather actually wrote something. as you know typically he simply quotes other righty blogs and adds a line or two of snideness or agreement. Sunday he wrote a few paragraphs defending the White House leak, speculating as to Joe Wilson being guilty of something, and concluding that this looks bad not for the white house or for the VPs cheif of staff, but for the CIA. the professor called the CIA “the big loser.”

which prompted metafilter user edverb today to write:

how could this theory from Reynolds make any sense? It’s illogical, leaves out major details, and skews the timeline. It blames the CIA and Wilson for telling the admin what the didn’t want to hear.

Wilson returns, reports, then publishes an oped in the New York Times (!!) about his mission. This pretty much ensures that people will start asking why he was sent, which leads to the fact that his wife arranged it. Once Wilson’s oped appeared, Plame’s covert status was in serious danger. Yet nobody seemed to care.

…as if Wilson’s report happened in a bubble.

Some major pieces of timeline are missing there. In between “Wilson returns, reports” and “publishes an oped” should appear:

“a year passes while Cheney and admin officials make unsubstantiated allegations about Saddam’s nuclear programs, culminating in the discredited 16 words in Bush’s 2003 SOTU, followed by invasion in March 2003.”

But Reynolds doesn’t seem to care…

This leaves two possibilities. One is that the mission was intended to result in the New York Times oped all along, meaning that the CIA didn’t care much about Plame’s status, and was trying to meddle in domestic politics. This reflects very badly on the CIA.

So Reynolds proposes that the CIA, who was out to embarrass Bush, was so prescient that they sent Wilson to Niger in January 2002, six months before the admin began the drumbeat for war, a full year before Bush’s SOTU, and 14 months before the invasion…all to discredit sclaims that Bush and Cheney hadn’t even made yet?

Neat trick, that.

(If they had that sort of prescience, I’d posit that quite to the contrary, it would reflect quite well on the CIA.)

The other possibility is that they’re so clueless that they did this without any nefarious plan, because they’re so inept, and so prone to cronyism and nepotism

blah blah blah

No, Glenn…the other possibility is that you’re completely full of it, you illogical sycophant.

That’s the fatal flaw of the elite neocons — when reality doesn’t jibe with their theories, they think it’s reality’s fault.

To them, when Wilson couldn’t substantiate the Niger sale (because there wasn’t one) — that’s Wilson’s fault. When the CIA told them not to use discredited intel, that’s the CIA’s fault. Any cockamamie theory will be advanced, no matter how ridiculous, to shift blame from the people to whom it belongs.

Here are the facts: There was no uranium deal. There was no ability to refine uranium anyhow. There was no nuclear weapons capacity. Wilson was right. Cheney and Bush were wrong. They exaggerated and fabricated a case for war. There were no WMD, Iraq couldn’t pass WMD to terrorists because they did not possess them.

Simple as that. It’s an insult to our intelligence to weave complicated, illogical fantasies about how this is all someone else’s fault. It’s horseshit.

– posted by edverb at 11:54 AM PST on November 1 from this thread

meanwhile yesterday Glenn was too busy to actually write stuff so he linked to his bro Tom Maguire who that day said it was NBC News that had the problem and not the fella indicted or the White House or the administration who is appearing to be more corrupt than ever imagined.

After Maguire’s long screed explaining that it was Time reporter Matt Cooper’s allegedly faulty memory that made him unreliable, as opposed to Scooter Libby’s that has possibly made himself criminal, a commentor (Maguire allows comments on his blog) called bullshit on the entire post and the righties who submit such innanities instead of just calling a lying crook a lying crook.

from the desk of JayDee:

It’s amusing to watch even an exacting mind like TM’s leap to comfortable partisan conclusions. Matt Cooper’s memory is weak…because his account differs from Rove’s. Only in Partisan Pubby Land is it an assumption that the pigboy is the one telling the unvarnished truth.

What is Russert supposed to do? Libby decided to use him as a cover and he decided not to be a party to a crime. He still has a job to do, and is apparently trying to respect the due process of law by not blabbing about it too freely. One of the most useful things to come out of these proceedings is a window into the way this admin abused its press relationships in order to disseminate false information to the public. We’ve gotten other hints of this, as in their paid propagandizing of Armstrong Williams. But this is the first instance where it is all being revealed under oath.

What this story – and the reactions of the gooper faithful – reveals most of all is the sham of Republican “patriotism”. It isn’t the law they respect, it isn’t our national security , it isn’t the health and safety of our citizens – it’s partisan political winning that matters to them – POWER. Let’s be clear here. The goal of this group of bastards, when they ascended to one party power in our democracy, was to create a “permanent majority”. Permanent. The very idea is antithetical to democracy. For all their phony blather about democracy, while they actively perverted it, their legacy may actually be to prove once again the power of democracy. Even with this crap press we’ve got today, even with all the rightwing partisan judicial activists they’ve stocked the court with, their crimes are being prosecuted, their lies are being unraveled. And their partisan sycophants are looking sillier and more foolishly hypocritical by the day.

ive said it before and i will say it again. what is fascinating to me about the blogosphere is not who is right and who is wrong, it is who will back their party no matter what and who will step up and say, “I’m a Republican and I hate to admit it, but my party is fucked up. Yes we are in power, but we are abusing our power. I’m ashamed.”

So far the propagandists and apologists are just keeping their head down and driving the lane.

In a way I admire them for their loyalty. But the SS were loyal too when they knew they were wrong.

This case is not as complex as people will have you believe it to be. The White House outted a CIA agent as a way to get back at a former US diplomat and to put a chill on anyone who dared disagree with them about their reasoning for invading Iraq. Then they lied about it and now they have been caught.

It astounds me how the Right were unified in disagreeing with BushCo about Harriett Meyers because she wasnt conservative-enough, but they refuse to admit that this administration did anything wrong surrounding Joe Wilson and his wife.

My advice: instead of getting upset, watch them spin their wheels in the sand trying to get out of this unbelieveablely deep hole of shit theyve found themselves in.

My other advice: quit aligning yourselves with parties, and instead choose individual representatives and individual causes.

incredible tom paine chart + odub + flagrant + huffington post

which is a no-no. i promised myself that after anna k i wasnt gonna do celebs anymore and we were having lunch at the ivy today and these fucking ‘ratzis started speaking some fucked up language and commenced to take like a gazillion pics of she and i and instead of saying wtf she just blushed.

i was all, youre famous!

she said, me?

she knows my rule. she knows all my rules. a while back i got in a fight with this one girl who complained that my rules were obnoxious and contradictory so i went through them and sure enough the lil ho was right. so i edited out the ones that were incredibly unfair, as well as the ones that were contradictory. and last night she hinted that she wanted to go steady with me and i gave her the book and she read it and i know she read it all cuz she had lots of questions today before the cameras started blowing up.

so we had planned on going to west hollywood tonight to walk around with the freaks but now im a little mad at her because rule number two is no lying and i specifically asked her when we were at midnight tacos, just meeting, what she did for a living and she didnt say im a celebrity. she said she was a student.

maybe in norway things are different, or maybe theres another word for celeb there, but her english was pretty good.

although her yah yah yahs were mighty sexy this morn.

hmmmm.

i may have to spend this evening re-evaluating things because i didnt mind that anna was super famous, it was just a lot to have to deal with because she was always worried about her looks or her career or her weight or her clothes and i was all, why dont you worry about which tree we’re gonna do it up against, or worry about which fingernail polish youre going to apply, or worry about if youre going to buy thousands of shares of Sirius or tens of thousands. worry about normal things – jeeze!

the thing about anna though was she is a gemini and geminis are like having a hundred girlfriends. one day they want to squeeze out a few kids, the next day they dont ever want to be touched again, then the next day theyre dancing on your coffee table in a short skirt.

which is why i had to establish rule number one

any time tony wants you to dance on his coffee table in a short skirt, you have to.

this girl is a scorpio. trouble. evil. hotness, but trouble.

i kept thinking, this is scandinavian trouble, which is like a lion cub. trouble in another lifetime but not this one.

but as always i was wrong and there she is lying and im sure shes gonna dress up as the sexiest witch of all time and slithered under the crack in my front door before i even get home from work, but ive dealt with that before and i resisted it.

for a few minutes.

and yes it is nice getting laid again.

kitty bukkake + snuggles + uncle doo + twenty-nothing

I remember the first time I read Tony Pierce’s blog because I’d only been working on Blogger for a short time, and the fact that I hadn’t heard of him was pretty bad from a first impressions standpoint.

But my fellow Pyrate (Sutter) tipped me off, and the first post I read was about how the newspaper in Hell is so bad. When I realized that for several weeks Tony had been writing his whole blog from Hell after having been escorted there by the spectre of Kurt Cobain, I was floored. From a “getting what this whole blogging thing can really be” perspective, it was a big moment for me.

Tony’s got a new book out called Stiff which collects all of his infernal posts into a choice of awesome covers. I just finished re-reading them this weekend and I couldn’t recommend it more highly.

– Jason Goldman from today’s Blogger Buzz

for halloween im going to be on time for work.

ive worked at buzznet for like two weeks now and i dont think ive ever been on time.

maybe the first day i was, but that was so long ago im not sure, i was probably a few minutes late.

the problem is i stay late so i always rationalize things, but as i age i would like to be known as a reliable man, and being on time is part of that.

this was a nice weekend. i was able to kiss a pretty girl, i was able to hang out with my best friend, i was able to watch both the raiders and the bears win. i got to see my buddy jeff and his lovely family. i got to eat chicken burgers in the park. i even went to bed early last night so i could wake up early and do my little thing (that would be this) before i headed off to work.

there are many benefits to the buzznet loft, but today im going to try my hand at the Laundry Room. nothing ruins a weekend more than having to do laundry on a sunday night. so since the loft has laundry facilities i was thinking about killing two birds and omg even folding my shit afterwards.

anyone see 60 Minutes last night? totally awesome.

how this administration gets away with what it does is amazing. and being an avid reader of the blogosphere gives me the twisted idea that the american public actually supports it, but its obvious that no, thats just the righty bloggers who are just o’reilly jrs who either do it because they get paid to, or because they like the attention.

if you cant be batman, may as well be the joker.

that sorta thing.

or in this case the contrarian.

but today is halloween so lets reminice a tad. back in the day, growing up outside Chicago, one had to pick his halloween costume based on the weather.

you had to figure out how to dress up and stay warm, so one day i was Jake Blues of the blues brothers cuz i could put some long johns on under my suit, one day i was a hobo cuz i could wear lots of clothes at one time,

and then one halloween was really warm so my mom dressed me up as a woman.

it was that halloween that i understood the skill it takes to walk in heels.

amazing.

in isla vista i dressed up as a mexican which was weird because some of the real mexican adults waved and cheered at me, i dont know why. maybe i looked like someone historic.

and the last time i dressed up was, ironically enough, at the buzznet loft when mc brown threw a halloween party way back in 2002, pictured, with the lovely moxie.

i was jack white of the white stripes.

this year i will be a blogger doing his laundry.

some of you are not Buzznet members, and thats cool, but that doesnt mean that you cant have your pics on Buzznet. what i would like to do is have a little busblog Halloween gallery

so heres how you can participate: email your Halloween 2005 pics to tony.tony.halloween@buzznet.com and bam they will end up in my dealie.

just attatch your halloween pic(s) and in the subject header put in the caption.

the gallery is here.

happy halloween!

evil china girl + raymi + alecia

buzznet + busblog + unofficial matt good preparty

the podcast announcement, to prove im a giant nerd

if you have a good blog, you probably have a bad job. if you have a good web site, you probably have a dull life; if you have a good job you probably have a bad blog, and if you have a bad site you’re normal.

and i dont know about all that but i do know that this weekend has been terrific and if im asked about the weekend i start back with thursday and tsar and fall out boy and picture taking and sleeping late and friday and getting to work from home but working hard and meeting a nice girl at midnight tacos and driving her around tonight and just letting her go home just now.

so if youre ever worried that you might blog something full of shit and you think about it and you talk yourself out of blogging my advice is to look at those stellar righties on the technorati one hundred who arent the least bit nervous about being full of shit.

they just type and type and type as if nobody will ever notice that they were the biggest critics of clinton, not of his policies or his achievements but because of monica lewinski.

and not because he played cigar games with her or had target practice with her dress

but because he lied gasp under oath to the american people.

and so here they have a man named scooter lying gasp under oath to the american people and not about how big his dick is or who he banged but about matters of national security revolving around the outting of a cia agent.

and these people are all wake us when we give a shit.

propagandists in our midsts.

i get interviewed all the time, i get emails every day, i get into conversations any time im at a party or introduced as someone who blogs, or recognized, and they always ask me about the power of the blogs, and lately ive been saying that if bloggers at the top dont stop being partisan echochambers and hypocrites then the blogosphere will never be known for being much more than and electric teleprompter from which the bullshit gets read.

so my friends when you are afraid that what you say isnt blogworthy just ask yourself, “will i be intentionally bullshitting the world?” and if the answer is no, then you know that what what you’ll be posting will be 100times better than the big boys and girls who get the majority of the hits.

so write.

picked her up just as the sun was setting and she showed me her condo and we went to this new italian place on hollywood blvd which was pretty much as youd expect it, not nearly as good as the old italian staple across the street

and we drove and drove and talked and stopped off for ice cream and we didnt know where to go or what to do because there werent any good movies playing or anything happening and king tut had left or we would have eaten shrooms and been dumb and she has the softest hair and i kept saying i know this sounds like a line but i have better lines than this but i really have to touch your hair again

which is the assumptive close fellas its a question but not really. youre closing the deal youre touching a sensitive part of her. in the 70s there was this book called the erogenous zones. and pretty much any part of her head is a good place to be touching and you should see how she reacts when you touch her there cuz people dont usually run around touching each others head or hair.

this girl nearly fell over.

she blamed it on the drinking but someone had shown their hand which made everything that much more easier on yours truly which is good because sometimes everyone needs a little reassurance when youre out with a girl well out of your league and youre driving a ten year old car with a license plate holder that says my other car is the busblog.

got her back to the crib and we were sitting there on the couch as mazzy star spoke her little songs and i hadnt heard that music in a long time and i was working the angles but she wouldnt let me kisser.

you know you want to kiss i told her.

i dont know any such thing she said and looked around at everything other than me smiling.

pearl necklace freshly cut rocker hair everything pretty much together, except her eyeballs and her heartbeat.

i said may i get you a beer or some ice water or a stethescope

she said some water please and i gave her the latest us weekly to read and i came back with a water for her a shot of rum for me and a stethescope

on an old style beer tin tray.

she said whats all this. i said we’re going to play a little game. she said ive heard of doctor and im not interested. and i said this isnt doctor, i barely got a poetry degree, youd probably kick my ass at doctor.

she said i doubt that.

i said this is a little game called water rum or fun, and sometimes these things just come to me.

i said what you can do is pick one of the items on the tray but i get to pick one of the remaining ones. for example if you pick the rum i will probably pick the stethescope.

and she said what will you do with the stethescope?

and i said i will do with the stethescope exactly what the stethescope is for, i will listen to your heart.

she laughed and said what will you do if i pick the water, and i said i will pick the stethescope.

at that moment i had noticed that it was 1:15am.

and she said what will you do if i pick the stethescope and i said i will drink the rum and i will bet you that your heart is beating faster than mine and if im right i get to kiss you.

and she gave a nervous laugh for i had checkmated her and people dont like to be checkmated even if its funny

so i said quietly

almost as softly as mazzy

what ever you do these next fourty five minutes doesnt count, as at 2am the clock goes back to 1am, thus erasing everything.

and i put my hand near an erogenous zone, leaned over

and fourty five very nice minutes later

all was forgotten.

kimbalina + ben + bellared + jedi

and take pics of the cute kids.

it was sweet.

concert pics + more concert pics + tower instore pics

yes i took them all with the new cam, which i love and will marry