im listening to juliette lewis’s its a long road out of here which sounds like a cross between cinderella and meatloaf.

cinderloaf.

im not crazy about this record because it doesnt really capture the pure reckless abandon that juliette has live.

maybe they shoulda just done a live record as their debut.

just said fuckit.

in a few hours a korean girl is going to come over here and we’re going to have lunch and then take in the cubs dodgers game. its our first date. i think its a date.

it better be a date.

if they have fireworks im gonna kisser when its fireworking.

my computer monitor is trying to flicker off until death but if it can hang in there about a week, the replacement is on the way.

thanks to ebay i found an auction from a famous producer who for some reason is selling a lot of his old stuff.

im suprised because the producer has a record in the top fourty. i can see why he’d be auctioning off his sony 24″ computer monitor because he probably has a flat screen,

but hes selling some of his gold records and outfits and recording equipment.

makes you wonder.

the miss universe pagent is tonight. monday night. my how time flies.

im going to have to say that after much investigation im going to have to say that miss canada was the hottest chick on this gratuitus parade of photos.

i’ll put her best pic up on the next post.

meanwhile andy rooney had some good thoughts on 60 minutes that bear repeating. basically he said that yes its good to remember those brave boys who died and families that were destroyed,

but maybe its best to try to figure out how we can stop having war be a “solution” to disputes.

he said he’d be interested in a religion that believed in that too.

amen baby

and even though im unemployed im going to eat dodger dogs drink beer and have a fun date that might even include some cotton candy

if shes good

rampant intellectualism + moxie + happy birthday ryan

at the MTV Movie Awards as previously announced. We were set to perform “The Hand That Feeds” with an unmolested straightforward image of George W. Bush as the backdrop. Apparently the image of our President is as offensive to MTV as it is to me. See you on tour this fall when we return to play in America.

TRENT REZNOR
5_26_2005

dear dave grohl,

i understand that mtv has chosen you to replace NIN as a performer at the 2005 MTV Movie Awards.

perfect.

heres what i would do if i were you.

first id get your band to soak themselves in mud.

then you need to also soak yourself in mud and lower yourself from the ceiling rotating on your back like trent in the closer video.

then i want you to unfurl a huge portrait of the president george bush, exactly the same one that trent wanted to display before mtv remembered that dear leader could snap his fingers and the fcc could find something to start using viacom as an atm

and then dave grohl you and the foo fighters should break into “god save the queen”

heres the lyrics

God save the queen
her fascist regime
It made you a moron,
a potential h bomb.

God save the queen
she ain’t no human being
There is no future
and england’s dreaming

Don’t be told what you want don’t be told what you need
There’s no future no future no future for you

God save the queen
we mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
cos tourists are money
And our figurehead
is not what she seems

Oh God save history
God save your mad parade
Oh lord God have mercy
all crimes are paid

When there’s no future
how can there be sin
We’re the flowers in the dustbin
We’re the poison in your human machine
We’re the future
Your Future!

God save the queen
we mean it man
We love our queen
God Saves

God save the queen
we mean it man
There is no future
in england’s dreaming

No future No Future No Future for you
No future No Future No Future for me

No future No Future No Future for you
No future No Future No Future for you

not too many artists are in your position mr. grohl. nirvana’s catalogue will sell forever. meanwhile youve already made a fortune from the foo fighters, a treasure trove no one, im sure even yourself, expected.

mtv are gutless cock sucking pansies dying to bend over to the will of those who snap their fingers the loudest.

there used to be a time that the rock star called the shots and the suits stepped and fetched it.

how many times during your working week do you have a chance to be punk rock and stand up for what you believe in while sticking it to the man who is treating you like a second choice and a safer pick?

please do the right thing and f them like animals.

nin videos + england’s dreaming + i would never bother you

in 2003?

i don’t know anything. i walk around and i smile and i swoop down from the heavens and do my thing and disappear in the smoke and mayhem but when the bell rings and i put away my number two pencil i don’t know shit.

somehow i figured out money. for me, money.

i also figured out how to go on dates. how not to fear things. how to beat crime. how to bet on baseball.

how to use the force.

but those things don’t mean anything.

what means anything to you.

i don’t even know what means anything to me.

right now making dreams come true means something to me. making mountains out of molehills. finding out how small a mustard seed of faith i need to move that mountain.

people write and say nice things and link and it doesn’t help you’d think it would, it doesn’t.

it makes me look back at what they saw and i don’t see it.

people ask about the links but they should pay attention to the pictures. the pictures are the distractions. the pictures are to make up for the words. the pictures are to make up for the grammar spelling sloppiness hurriedness technology lack of everything

sometimes i don’t even know who im comparing this to. my friends, obviously, cuz they’re not only pros but they should be pros. but even the fakers. even the fake pros who don’t believe all that right wing hoo ha but they type it cuz that’s where the audience is and the meal ticket and the next job.

my kingdom for someone to say i am not better off now than i was two and a half years ago, they found no weapons of mass destruction, they lied about what they knew on 9/10, they lied about pretty much everything and now they’re giving unnecessary tax breaks at a time when our country actually needs money, fuck bush. where are the big time suit wearing mother fuckers with the fuck bush in the lede?

all over the world there are big time suit wearing leaders on both sides of the fence except in the home of the brave.

here there are just the conservatives the ultra conservatives and the fucking losers.

people forgot that the liberals are the last successful party. and other people are selfish enough to pretend that the dems didnt do anything for this nation. fuck both of them.

i don’t care.

all i care is that im about to go to bed and that a blonde girl wants me to talk dirty to her.

all i care is the day is done and i got to bowl again and i got to say hi to some nice people in the world and im one more day closer to something else.

and i really hope it really is something else.

paul frankenstein + say a prayer for our pal wil + anniemosity + zulieka

dont waste your time trying to lose weight for your man.

im not saying that you couldnt do it or he wouldnt appreciate it, but how many people do you really see ever lose the 20-30 pounds they want to shed. im sure you two ladies only need to trim 4-5, if that…

but food is great. enjoy your food, and know that your husbands love you no matter what sized car your soul is driving in.

instead focus on lingerie and costumes.

when we’re not eating and drinking and spilling our seed, men are visual creatures, delight our imaginations. also talk dirty. say exactly whats on your mind.

two girls were over last night and i hadnt met one of them before and i was all when you put on this top hat nothing that you say will be used against you, recorded, blogged, repeated, or judged

but it only works if you take off your skirt.

that little girl had that top hat on in seconds and was spouting out some of the most filthy thoughts id ever heard outside the xbi lockerroom.

and since im one to take requests, i pushed her down and cranked up the boom box.

her friend hit the lights and i didnt wake up til one.

im telling you that none of it wouldnt have been nearly as good if she hadnt shown up in a little red riding hood outfit after fedexing me a wolf costume earlier in the week.

im not sure of the availability of outfits of this quality out there in the carribean, but you guys have carnival, theres a few things i bet someone could do with a little needle and thread. or you might want to hit up your former airline employer for a stewardess uniform, which has never been known to disappoint in my experience.

as for the lines that you quoted me on. pretend when you read this blog that nothing in here is true. or pretend that sometimes i know the cheerleaders im trying to get with read this blog and maybe im making a little joke with them and im saying something outrageous to make them laugh. or pretend that maybe i drink a lot of rum some nights and i type out nonsense.

i know this is a small world. and i know that i get a ridiculously large amount of readers for the type of crap that i write. i also know that most of the globe is not like hollywood california, where the average man and woman have not married their first sexual partners. however in no way would i want to insult anyone, anywhere, especially in a tropical isle that i would love to visit one day if i can ever win a cruise on regis and kelly.

what was the question again? ah yes, how old must a man get to be as wise as me. like dress size, age doesnt mean anything. i often find myself in the presence of teenagers, college kids, and twentysomethings. sometimes i even find myself around people as old as you and your best girlfriend. i love all of you. everyone has something to offer. everyone is aware. everyone is smart about something.

its not about age, its about experience. i know some people who did so much wild shit when they were in high school that even though theyre 22 now, theyve totally got it about the world and life and love and money and everything. its bizarre. those are the people who dont need the top hat to lay it out in a confident and beautiful way.

and then i run across people who have had normal lives, gone to college, had kids, gotten houses, maybe they had even protested the vietnam war in the sixties, and smoked a little weed in the seventies with a black girl even,

and they have turned into the most backwards, unenlightened, fearful, bogus, cowardly, hateful, ignorant, ugly americans you could ever imagine. it was as if they learned nothing along their way other than birth school work death.

now some of those people are super nice people. please dont get me wrong. you can be lost and still have a really good heart. and im not even saying that i dont like hanging out with them. pat buchannan for example would be awesome at a backyard bbq i bet. awesome. bob dole spent most of his life being a tool, but now that hes retired i bet hes got some decent stories to tell and a drinking game or two that he could beat your ass at.

so dont get fooled by age.

also dont think that im a romantic just because i hold myself until my girlfriend is fulfiled. first of all nothing in here is true. stories about sex on the internet should be met with as much skepticism as stories about sex in the penthouse letters. also i date a lot of young women who have never been able to fully let go before so it doesnt take very long to “wait” for them to become satiated. and also i am very old and ive seen it all so its gonna take me a while to round third anyway if you know what i mean, which you probably dont but its cool im often misunderstood.

anyways thank you for all the nice things that you wrote in your email. its very very nice to read such things because i am not always as chipper as i might appear to be and random emails from around the globe are as wonderful as you can imagine.

my love to trinidad and the sandy topless beaches of tabbago.

just a girl + bicycle mark + green catfish + fat free milk

Hi Tony Pierce,

I am sending you a message because I finally figured out your email address I sent one to you before but anyway I wanted to send you another message I just want you to know who I am before I start sending comments a cool thing just happened though, I was reading one of your old messages and when I refreshed the site you just put up a new message and I wanted to send a comment but you don’t know me from adam so I just want you to know who I am but its cool to know that I am in Trinidad @ work thinking about you and you are on the internet at the same time that is so cool this world is soooo small when you think about it. :O}

Anyway my name is Amelia and I am HOOKED on your blog I am so frustrated though because when I discover something I get excited about it and want to share it and today my best girlfriend came over and I kept telling her about you, I don’t have a computer at home but I stuck a picture of you in my diary( the one with the laker cap so cute) and I showed it to her and she didn’t act interested she was more interested in the other things in my diary which nobody gets to read and we went to the mall and I told her about you and I think she doesn’t believe that you are real you see we are women in our 30’s me 32 she 34 and we have been married me 7 years she 11 years we are parents me one boy she 3 boys and we have lived very sheltered lives so we are at the curious stage in our lives curious especially about sex….;O}

I read what you said about virgins marrying the first guy they sleep with I QUOTE:

theres also no future with virgins because you can’t have a long term relationship with someone who has never gotten it on with anyone else, because what happens if you do decide one day that you want to marry her, what fool is gonna marry the only dude she ever banged?

no fool of mine

– busblog 1/30/05

WELL WELL WELL I can’t show her this if I want her to like you but we are those fools my husband was my second but I was his first her husband was her first so we are a bunch of fools the thing is where were you when I was 20 and a virgin :O}

Anyway thats why I like your blog you have an opinion on EVERYTHING you don’t look old though as a matter a fact I will say you are my age but no way you could know the things you know at my age you said something to the effect that you don’t have to be inside a woman to be fulfilled you just need to use your fingers and seeing the enjoyment she gets…..also something about holding yourself until your girl is fulfilled SWOON I can’t find it again because I want to show it to my girlfriend on the screen because we know of no man who says thoses things including our husbands

* PLEASE don’t tell me this is one of the NOTHING IN HERE IS TRUE things because you will break my heart :O{

Please tell me how old a man has to be or how many women he has to sleep with before he start to think like you?

so our plan is to lose weight, start dressing sexy and educate ourselves to spice things up in our marriages we even plan to buy some toys the thing is its kinda illegal in our country and you could get into trouble for buying those things sad but true we’ll have to find a way………is this TMI?

OK the following things are to be filed into your list of things to remember on those days that you are feeling low again sorry about you job.

YOU ARE A GREAT GUY ! take it from me I work for an airline I went to college to study to be a technician spent 3 years in a class with a bunch of guys and one other female I worked as an aircraft mechanic for 5 years with men I work now with lots of men in a male dominated environment and I have NEVER met a guy like you respectful, smart, cute so ignore the critics HA ! say HA!

AMELIA D. in Trinidad thinks i’m the man the next time you feel down even though from your writings that doesnt seem to be a problem

SO BE GOOD TO YOU

AD.

evil china doll + aaron clemens + oh canada + christie

today

the thing i hate the most in the world

is not racism, sexism, or agism.

it’s not an ism.

it’s not AIDS, getting stung by a bee,

the concept of never finding a soul mate,

or never having children,

or dying an early and unproductive life.

the thing i hate most of all is not the idea of the Cubs never winning a World Series during my lifetime,

or my dear mother marrying a cop,

world hunger, or the Catholic church.

i hate poverty, rudeness, road rage, ignorance, and The Beatles a lot,

but none of those things are the wost things i could imagine.

i hate terrorism,

and suffering and the idea of another holicaust.

i hate slavery,

diseased sex partners who keep it secret,

and the constant fear that my unsaved soul will spend eternity in the unforgiving depths of a firey and twisted hell.

the thing i hate most of all is that theres not one elected offical with the balls to take on Ticketmaster.

i am somewhat pleased, however, that Dave Marsh wrote about It today.

Tsar plays anaheim’s House of Blues in Downtown Disney 7:00pm tomorrow $10

season finale
abc

*spoiler alert*

for some reason i was left unimpressed by the season finale of my current favorite tv drama lost

it took a long conversation with miss montreal to convince me that i was completely insane.

yes i liked the showdown on the boat which lead to my people being enslaved once again.

i liked crazy Locke wanting to slip into the mysterious hole

i liked all the crazy monster bombs whatever that was exploding and shaking my subwoofers

but for some reason it didnt suck me in emotionally or something, i dont know why. maybe im jaded. maybe i need to drink more. i dont drink very much.

you know what sucked me in today, mtv’s prom stories. it was an hour and a half of four different couples going to prom around the country. i liked all of them. i even liked their parents.

one couple was a hs senior whose dad was the sherrif of the town. nice enough guy, especially for a cop. especially for a cop whose daughter has a college frat boy taking her to prom.

very real situations. mtv found four really good stories. things worked out totally realistically. i loved it.

at e there used to be a department called Original Specials. this would have been one of the original specials but we were so concerned with celeb proms or dates with celebs or proms in the movies or something that would totally paint you into a corner.

by taking real kids and showing what its like to get a date or to get your dad to be cool with you having a date or how to get your “friend” to be more than friends at prom was totally interesting particularily because very little has changed since when i was going to prom

except for these things:

– the kids were on their cell phones constantly, either talking or texting.
– either mtv just happened to catch only the most risque dance moves or the kids are all dancing like little hos and im a million years old to even notice this
– party busses and sleepover after-parties? say what?!
– $85 for prom tickets? i remember ours being free or like $10, and it was held across the street at Medinah Country Club which was pretty classy even back when i was haunting dupage county.

i will re-screen the Lost season finale again. for some reason i wanted more. like i wanted to know something about what was in the hatch or i wanted something super crazy, different super crazy than what already happened.

maybe i wanted a scarier monster. its hard to start a season off with two crazy monsters and then really the only scary characters we got after that was the “extra” guy who beat the shit out of the doctor.

but i am glad that the druggie found some drugs cuz he sure kicked the habit mighty easilly for my liking, and now he’ll have something to do with his spare time when hes not taking care of that little demon child.

joz + etienne + philipe + fashion asia

umm…i think might have been misunderstood. After reading your latest posting, i feel the need to clear the air.

I did not mean to imply that I don’t read the busblog regulary. I have been reading the busblog daily for quite some time, prolly around the election. I check it daily, sometimes skipping days for wahtever reason, but certainly havent been an irregular reader. I am less actively following it recently, but nonetheless, peep it all the time. just less so lately.

Secondly, I’m not sure, but i think you might have misunderstood the reason i left the quoted comments you made about instapundass. I did not leave those to suggest that you devote more coverage to the Instapundit. I left those to point out the standard you seem to hold others but not yourself. It might have been unwarranted, or even misleading, considering the differences in blogs, but i feel that there is some relevance to my point.(please don’t castrate me for that one, i’m just trying to open up the discussion)Those comments could’ve been about anybody. It was your sicere desire to hold someone else to his best that was notable about those comments.

And thirdly, i apoligise profusely for suggesting that you change your blog or the topics of your writing. That was not my intent. I simply wanted to register my own personal dissapointment with the lack of smart political discussions by you. Not to start a fight, but simply so that you would know, on the chance that others feel the same, or that maybe it is something you think about. I wanted to ad constructive critismn, however impolite it migh have seemed, on the off chance that it would make a difference. That’s all. Especially in light of this ‘accepting advertisement’ thing, for all i knew, you might be having an internal discussion about this very issue, so I threw my thoughts out there for you to see.

Your blog can be whatever you say it’s about, but in the end, it’s all about making the world a more just and loving place. A future that is better than the present. (and a pre-emptive -Whateves- to those who might want to shit on that).

“…anyone could do that. anyone.”
but nobody does it like you tony. and you know that. Atriosdoes it all day,
npr will too on a good day. But those are all info. blabs without the inspiration.
but you were/are different.
you knew already what it took the folks who created AIR AMERICA so long to figure out.
i would like to see you exploit that more.

Shooting fish in a barrel is not what i would call it. I would call it shining the light of truth on those who would hope to cloak us in darkness.

Tony, i can look beyond the girls, and just take the writing.

I just like it better when you hold people accountable, and by extension, help us all.

(oooooowwwwwwwssssshhhh)

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.” – Nelson Mandela

– malatron

dear malatron,

im sorry. youre absolutely right. i did misunderstand you.

but i disagree with you about nobody being able to cover politics the way i could. my good pal matt welch covers politics better than i ever would be able to. he doesnt say Fuck as much as i probably would but he will throw a cocksucker in ther on you when youre not looking and blame hbo.

and when he says hes a libertarian he means it so much that he’ll actually vote for libertarians.

we’re going to the cubs game on tuesday.

anyway, i am an idiot. im sorry. i overracted.

fine, politics it is.

it wont make any difference though.

but if it can provide for fodder to put more pictures of miss universe contestants next to then fine.

charles + danielle hates it when i write about politics + flagrant