they dont. theyre cowardly and dull and predictable and secretly love me, so whatev.

haters are fine. haters remind you that youre the shit. when people were all, hey lay off instapundit, he cant help being whatever he is for the Right. and i was like, dude, best thing i can do for insta is throw some attention his way. when they ignore you youre fucked. and he can pretend to ignore me on his blog, but why should i play those sort of highschool girl games here.

the busblog is where the examples are set.

speaking of set. its four twenty right now. the sun is setting. my boss hasnt been here all day and ive only been able to take one of my government mandated 15 minute breaks. how does that happen? cuz we’re busy today. hella busy. im always busy.

have i told you that i love you? i do.

the readers of the busblog have made this stretch at the xbi totally worth it. youve given me everything and then some. none of you bitch when i put poems up, none of you bitch when i write about me-me-me, none of you bitch when i bitch, youre right there with me every step i take and under any other circumstance that wouldnta happened.

the busblog the last few weeks has averaged two thousands readers a day. thats double what was happening last year at this time.

welcome interstate managers

let me also thank the angels behind the blog. first mr jeff solomon who fixed my computer and excorsized the demons hiding as spyware. one day a woman will give birth to a hebrew son. i will name that child jeff solomon.

then theres mr ken basart who took my computer from mr jeff solomons lovely home and drove it to my hollywood hideaway and left it at my gates for the maids to pick up when they were finished polishing my bannisters.

if i dont say it enough its because im busy saving the world, but i truly do feel like the luckiest man in the world a lot. and im grateful and i thank you.

now watch me hit this bowl.

wild bell + sean bonner + doc searls

she was getting the 4-1-1 from the kids about teenage sex.

the show as called The 411: Teens & Sex.

my first question is, where were the teens interns or PAs at NBC and why didn’t they say, “hey katie, calling it ‘The 411…’ makes you sound like an old person trying to be “hip”?

and of course it was terribly lame. and of course katie seemed a million years old and slightly perverted trying to ask the teens all the questions that howard stern asks his guests every day.

how old were you when you lost your virginity. do you and your friends have oral sex. tell us what you mean when you say “friends with benefits”.

all under the guise that this is info for parents.

as video of bikini-clad 14 year old girls dancing flickers on the screen.

the whole time i kept thinking, too bad im not a pedophile or else id be loving this.

and then katie got the parents into the room as the kids partied somewhere off screen, and the parents shared, and one guy said, what sort of music is this, rap? it sounds like crap. its not rap, its crap.

oh did they laugh.

even though they all looked and sounded just as incredibly lame as their host.

and i thought, katie couric gets paid millions to be this bad of a tv personality? how do i sign up?

nbc, listen to me. quit making pedophile fodder. if you want to find out what kids are doing in the privacy of their own bedrooms don’t get thousand year old katie couric to ask them, have paris hilton ask them, or lindsey lohan, or jenna jamison.

Or, oh I don’t know, how about two guys who talk about sex all the time with teens: dr. drew and adam corolla.

but seriously, what the fuck does katie couric know about being a teen in 2005 or having sex?

One day the networks will see that even with 500 channels, for some reason we still pay attention to the big three. and one day we will stop.

and shows like katie couric giving parents the 4-1-1 will be one of the reasons why we stop fraternizing the single digit stations.

my kingdom for the Neilsons to team up with Tivo and allow viewers to grade a show that they watched all the way through. Using the thumbs up and thumbs down buttons it would be very nice to go back and give three red thumbs down to programs that we watched but hated and will never watch again.

sure yeah whatever + alexa + leah

had a few things to say in the comments of my last post.

heres how it went down.

it begins with “Glenn” paraphrasing something i wrote recently, and it ends with me winning, of course.

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“You know why [he sucks up to] the Republicans?

Because he’s their bioooooch.”

That wasn’t true, as I’m sure (or, at least hope) Tony really believes.

Capitalism–the world we live in–breeds opportunities for those with positive ambition.

Glenn | Email | Homepage | 01.26.05 – 5:28 pm | #

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then why do you suck up to Republicans – especially when you claim not to be one?

tony | Email | Homepage | 01.26.05 – 5:30 pm | #

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I don’t suck up to Republicans. I agree with most conservative points, especially in foreign policy. Liberals, as of now, have few credible stances on issues that are worth addressing.

And, ahem, most liberals are shallow and undereducated on the facts.

Glenn | Email | Homepage | 01.26.05 – 5:47 pm | #

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if thats the case then why are you ashamed to call yourself a Republican?

tony | Email | Homepage | 01.26.05 – 5:53 pm | #

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I am not a Republican. As you are not a Democrat.

You supported the election of John Kerry, but did not vote for him. I supported the election of George Bush, but I……I’ll keep you guessing.

You despise Bush—I disagreed with Kerry.

Glenn

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I did not support the election of John Kerry, but I did vote for him as nader wasn’t on the ballot here in CA.

you had no reason to despise Kerry. he didnt capsize the economy, he didnt go to war over wmds and then find none, he didnt cockblock g/l/t americans from marrying each other.

im not a democrat but i also dont rip apart one party and pimp out the other on dozens of posts every day. i call bullshit on the bullshitters despite their party affiliation. you do not.

when rummy went to capital hill to take his lumps for the iraq prison scandal, you ignored it. when the white house formally announced that they were giving up on searching for wmd you ignored it until days later when you were called out. when bush lost every debate you ignored that too.

i want to believe you when you say things like “I am not a Republican” but if you covered gay porn the way you cover the repubs and bash the dems, we’d raise an eyebrow if you claimed not to be gay.

an admirable 30 posts a day, but they are overwhelmingly pro-right and anti-left.

if there has ever been a day when you wrote more posts critical of the Right than critical of the Left, i havent seen it.

if there has ever been a day where you wrote four posts in a row critical of Bush, i havent seen it.

coyness is nice, but coyness can stop you from having the legitimacy that your buddy Gina claims is so important on this blog.

for the record, Kerry and the Dems are dumbfucks who couldnt get their heads out of their asses and figure out a way to beat a monkeybrained retard. may the Dems go the way of the whigs for their last defeat.

does that sound like the words of a democrat? no its the words of a real independent. someone who is truly owned by no one.

show me where youve ever written anything even close to that about a big time Right wing failure, specifically a Bush failure.

sadly i doubt you can. and that’s because you are a modern-day Republican. ashamed. hiding. justly. lying to exit pollsters and voting from a place of fear.

but whatev. you still get shitloads more hits than me. and since hits + ads = $$$, and since he with the most $$$ wins, then you win.

big difference is, i can say whatever i want in my blog, and i do. you can say whatever you want, and you dont.

id rather be broke and apologize for having to throw up a few cheap ads than stifle myself and try to be coy.

so maybe in the big picture, i win.

fuck maybe. i win.

instapundit + odd child + aubrey

yep. good news he’s a great dentist. bad news is hes a great beverly hills dentist. meaning i’m gonna have to start selling some more books pronto.

and probably start having ads.

all of this kills me.

i live such a quiet life you wouldnt even believe it. i walk to the subway, i take that to the bus. i walk to work. i save the world. then i take the bus home.

i havent lived beyond my means for years and years.

everything in my life is relatively predictable, financially, which is why i have been able to live off such meager means for so long and have mostly all the things that i want.

however in the next few months the dentist is going to do some expensive proceedures, and im going to have to start shopping for a car if i get accepted into grad school.

sux.

so heres what we’re going to do right now. right now we’re going to stop book sales through cafe press. theyve been great but the mad Christmas rush is gone and i can handle the book sales from here.

so heres the deal, the normal price for books was $19 plus shipping. i now have a limited amount of signed copies that i will sell for just five bucks more. so if you want an autographed How To Blog, just email me and tell me who to sign it to, where to mail it to, and i will send you a PayPal invoice. just know that the price will be $24 plus shipping.

maybe we can sell enough books to pay for this upcoming crown we’ve been working on for what seems like a year now.

as for the ads, i appreciate that you guys really dont care. i care though. and they’ll be there. they’ll be costly, but they’ll be there and theres not much i can say except i need to make a few extra bucks and i’ll try to do something smart like put them on photo essays and not all over the blog, although there will be a few here.

sigh.

in a perfect world i would be flagrant‘s houseboy + chauffeur.

but life isnt fair.

this is also a good time to announce that there was a secret raffle and Chokey Chicken and Bicycle Mark both win autographed copies of How To Blog.

congrats fellas. just email me (busblog at gmail dot com) and give me an address to mail it to.

raymi writes about teeth, shows her ass + tif blogs from italy + dicey + sk smiff

it was one of the girls from the academy awards.

they come to my house with dvds so that i can review them on the busblog.

their belief is that i will write about the films and they will get more attention and it will create “buzz” and it will cause the box office receipts to increase.

whatever. all i know is hot babes show up in the middle of the night and i get to see new films with them.

last night we watched million dollar baby starring mr clint eastwood, mr morgan freeman, and that chick from boys dont cry.

everything was fine when the evening began. i didnt know that the academy would be visiting me so i broke out my new george forman grill and cooked up some steaks.

i think i overcooked them.

didnt matter, i had a huge bowl of peas with a nice baked potato in the middle of it. butter soaking into the legume. pepper sprinkled nicely everywhere.

petra, the young lady arrived and looked a little hungry, so we each had a steak and split the vegetables.

we drank C2 from the coca-cola family of products.

morgan freeman played a mellow morgan freeman. old, wise, understated. never wrong.

clint eastwood played a mellow clint eastwood. ragged. stubborn. old. never wrong.

the chick from boys dont cry played an eager girl-boxer. young. cut. postitive. never discouraged.

as she started boxing she knocked people out pretty quickly. some of the boxing world characters were shady. everyone except for morgan and clint and the chick.

the only flaw in any of the characters seems to be that clint’s character is a little conservative in the way he picks opponents.

petra had seen the film already and assured me that it was one of the best in the year and definately deserving of all the nominations.

we debated whether Passion of the Christ wasnt better than this. she said, oh heavens no.

she had a short skirt on and boots.

i hadnt made love to a girl in months. although it seemed like years.

i said, if i say that this movie was better than the passion do we have to finish watching it?

she said, yes.

i said, what if i say that this movie was the best movie of the year even though nothing fascinating has happened an hour and fifteen minutes into it? then can we go into my room and play reindeer games.

she said what are reindeer games?

i said, you know, i pretend that im santa, and you pretend that youre a lonely young woman watching pornography, i climb down your chiminey and startle you and your towel falls off.

she said, what does that have to do with reindeers?

i said, at some point someones nose will begin to get red and glow.

young petra considered this while i cleared the plates and microwaved the popcorn and when i returned i realized that million dollar baby was the best movie of the year.

superzeros + panama jane + much love to mass live

tommy burrowed himself into

the weird nightmare

oblivious to pipes being banged as warnings

deaf to the shouts of encouragements

equipped only with a cassette copy of motely crue’s

too fast for love,

a loosely rolled collection of

mexican shake humbolt green sticky nice

and twigs

and a daypack filled with dozens of soft and melting

milky way dark candy bars

a chinese tune ching chung chwanged in his head

and then crazy drums

and he swore he could hear his mother calling out to him

as he made stoney love to his fiancee

while a muted tenor blew

and cherry blossoms floated

down

down

upon his sweaty white pimpley scratched back.

her name was elisa and she was sixteen

16.

six Teen. Jeeze!

6 + teen

i am sixteen

she screamed

i screamed

he had other things to do with his time

like nothing

so he did it.

brevity.

brevity my ass the colon argued

i dont care how nice you thought those two plops wound up

how strong and straight and clean and perfect

they became and are

and wont be.

we still have something that needs to come out

inside me.

and elisa said what is it

tommy took out a melted bar of candy

and rubbed it all over himself

and then another

and then one more

he walked over to a hive where the hornets lived

looked at elisa and kicked the hive

and then kicked it again

it fell

some pissed hornets flew out

and then just like at a jewish wedding tommy stepped

right ontop of that hive and squooshed it flatlike

sometimes in weird nightmares the shadow just wants to

chase not catch you

the dark wants to scare not kill you

evil wants to play not eat you

and girls want to sex not love you

she was sixteen with the finest blonde hair

and perfect lips

sixteen going on

sixteen

and that fine hair was so light that when

it fell over her eyes

you could see her close

and then

open them

butterscotch windshade palms on my shoulderblades

airconditioned tv room downstairs its nearly noon

dancing like an imbecile, huffing like a dirty muffler

dressed up like a roman disco

laughing like a broken hiccup

this guy hates me + so does this guy + she loves me

i hate the grammys the most, then the emmys, and then the oscars.

mtv awards bother me cuz those people should know better, but they dont.

so today the Oscar nominations were announced and there are two glaring ommisions as far as big awards go

Fahrenheit 9/11 and Passion of the Christ didnt get any big award nominations.

wtf is that all about?

did they not break enough records? did they not cause enough controversy? did they not make people think enough?

could it because they didnt cast Leo DiCaprio?

Titanic was a historical blockbuster that set records in boxoffice sales where its big star dies in the end, and Titanic got plenty of Oscar noms, why not Passion?

Isnt the story of how Mel Gibson put the money into it himself enough to get some love from Hollywood? Especially after it was so loved by the entire freaking world?

apparently not.

same goes for Michael Moore, who made the most-talked about documentary of all time. doesnt he get any props from the academy for delivering the top grossing doc ever? a film so huge that it changed the way people think of documentaries gets no respect from an industry that has never had much press about any documentary until Moore showed up a few years ago.

i thought hollywood was liberal.

i guess the instapundits were wrong about that too.

so yes, im disappointed in the award show that often disappoints more than it gets it right.

in my book if your job is to acknowledge films, directors, and actors that went above and beyond in the previous year theres no way that you have no room in the inn for the biggest r-rated film ever or the biggest doc ever?

meanwhile Shark Tale has a shot at best animated film.

nice job, dipshits.

bitter girl + sheila + narkoleptik

church. rock music. sex. drugs. you.

all these things are mixed inside,

churning, breathing, oozing seeping.

seeking for that right combo

and you know how you can tell when

ive had the right amount:

my hair.

sometimes its nicely proportionate

you look adorable in peppermint

sometimes it looks like dirty weeds

i was at Wal-Mart yesterday thinking

about how i will turn out as a parent

moms were pussyfooting around with their precious angels

and the dads werent putting up with jack

id say junior hand daddy that baseball bat

are you buying that for us poppa

no im going to beat you better yet

go over to the gun section and get me a single

pump rifle and either you shut up and just

look at the merchandise like good children

or point and scream at what you want

and i will try to shoot your little pointy finger

and if i hit you, well, you lose

but if i miss then i will buy the item

your little heart desires.

i think i’ll have good kids.

i think i’ll raise the type of kids who’ll either

understand all

or grow up planning my death with such detail

and creativity that even i’ll be

proud to have sired them.

born on a whim.

the lightbulb is dim.

shes dancing and smiling and motioning and drinking gin

all the red auras of yesterday are sinking in

grateful dead matriarch smoking dope in peoples park

in oakland its another thing

in chinatown a man named Ding

and you expect me to understand

i do i dont i give a damn

i was aiming at your finger Sally but i picked off

the babies hand the babies hand oh god a doctor

i shot the babies hand

well he was pointing my oldest said

and stinking up and crying, dad

whats fair is fair my girl agreed

the baby nodded and looked at me.

a twenty something life + soxaholix + danielle is back

hi tony

what are you doing?

getting a mug shot.

what did you do?

got shitfaced here at sundance.

dude, you rule.

thanks.

i swear, gay guys even look good taking mug shots.

hey now.

seriously, i look like ass no matter what i do. if i had a tv show named bloggers with raymi as my cohost i would just wear mexican wrestling masks all the time.

i love those mexican wrestlers.

totally.

well hey tony, i have to go get fingerprinted now, but i wanted to congratulate you on your bloggie award nomination.

oh thanks david lachapelle.

yeah man, best blog post about blogging for the post “how to blog”. thats pretty impressive.

not as impressive as that bruise of yours. could it have been more perfectly placed?

who are you up against?

im not sure, the bloggies web site keeps shutting down for exceeding its bandwidth.

must be a pretty popular contest.

must be.

think you’ll win?

yes. i do. its a list. people love lists. people love having their thoughts numbered and organized for them and sliced up into bitesized pieces. im sure i’ll win.

so tony are you worried? i think youre up against a few british newspapers.

they’ll cancel each other out.

what do you win if you win?

last time i checked nobody had donated any prizes. im hoping someone donates a washer drier.

tony, they have mtv in here. its horrible. theyre doing the top ten rock countdown. the most rocking thing theyve had on the list are the killers who if you recall has sythesizers in it.

thats not rock.

so not.

good luck in jail david lapachelle.

thanks tony, good luck out there in freedom.

will do!

fil + sutter + kate sullivans rock blog