some of them last years. some a few days. some last for months.

the new experiment we will do will last one week.

for this week the busblog will turn into an Entertainment blog.

music, film, television, and celebrity will be blogged about on this page.

this is how it will be different:

you, the reader, will help with the process by posting links in the comments to entertainment news that you think is interesting.

in return, i will give a hat tip (h/t) to your blog or website.

we’ll try this for a week. and see how many links we can get in a day. instapundit can do 30 a day but he doesnt fly an xbi helicopter around from 9-6.

i promise you that i will try to post as many interesting entertainment links on here as possible, and will find a bunch myself.

heres to science!

i answer cuz i want her too. life isn’t that easy though. life is all about these stupid little corners that we paint ourselves into.

life is all about worrying more about how things look if we do something as opposed to doing the things that we want and being honest with the people around us.

i remember a long long time ago, the first time i ever pitched the idea of a blog to a major company.

this particular company had heard of me, and when i sent them my proposal they invited me into a big room. it was just two people and me. and they told me that they couldn’t do a blog because their technical experts were against it. and i thought to myself, who runs your site, you or the IT department?

i didn’t say it because life is also about being polite.

i remember thinking that day that if the egyptians had asked the builders of the pyramids and the sphinxes if they thought it was possible, they would have said no fucking way dude and gone back to making hieroglyphics and figuring out ways to make themselves irrelevant in modern times.

no offense to my friends in the IT departments around the world. my true love is the director of an IT department of one of the last dot coms standing. in fact at the xbi i am good friends with many of the geniuses in our IT department.

but when was the last time that the IT department went up to their own website and said, lets try this, it will improve userbility. lets do this, its the wave of the future. how about this, it will double your hits in a month. and even if there are a few proactive IT deptartments, is that really their jobs?

again, no offense to the bright minds of the IT departments everywhere, but if the construction workers had a vote in what the architect had to say, very few cool buildings would ever get put up.

if i ran a web site, other than this one, and the secret girls-only one, and I had an IT department who either wouldn’t let me do something technically so simple that a homeless guy could do it, because they couldn’t do it or were too proud to accept help, id probably fire them and i don’t know, hire people who could make me a website in the waning days of 2004 that could have something as basic as a blog.

but then again we have a country who has a retard in office and we’re reluctant to fire that guy too.

rumsfeld didn’t get fired over the iraqi prison abuse, nobody got fired over 9/11, nobody got fired over the florida ballot debacle.

you know who gets fired today?

phil jackson got fired. winningest coach in the nba.

shaquille o’neal got fired. most dominating center in basketball.

both are gone because a selfish adulterer has no vision and thinks he can do it all himself.

nobody can do it by themselves.

we all need help.

usually someone thinks up a crazy idea, someone funds it or makes it happen, it gets done, and everyone celebrates.

or the opposite happens: minutiae, stagnation, deterioration, obsolescence, and then ultimately defeat.

don’t let this happen to your company

don’t let this happen to your country

and hot chicks, don’t let this happen to your lust life.

she calls me cuz she wants me but she’s painted herself into a corner.

get out of that corner, hot chick.

theres a reason youre calling me.

and theres a reason that one day i wont call you back.

land of ghosts + the perils of 3d + nickerblog takes the bus + new yorkish

to buy or rent the summer’s biggest suprise hit, michael moore’s little documentary fahrenheit 9/11 which becomes available this tuesday.

heralded by most and slandered by few, the most controversial documentary of all time is so controversial that even its status as a documentary is under debate by those who attack it.

years from now their grandchildren will ask them why they attacked the movies for its alleged falsehoods instead of the president and his falsehoods, and they will mutter something about moore being fat

and a worse kind of liar:

a democrat.

as a registered independent, i wouldnt know anything about lies, and i know less about documentaries, but i do love music, and today i found out that moore’s film has two authorized soundtracks attatched to it.

the first, released by the hardest working label in showbusiness, Rhino Records, has all the tunes that helped make moore’s film so powerful.

Official Soundtrack

Rhino Records

which includes:

Vacation — The Go-Gos

We Gotta Get Out of this Place — Eric Burdon

Cocaine — J.J. Cale

Shiny Happy People — R.E.M.

Magnificent Seven Theme — Elmer Bernstein

Fire Water Burn — Bloodhound Gang

Theme from “Greatest American Hero” — Joey Scarbury

Rockin’ In the Free World — Neil Young

Songs And Artists That Inspired Fahrenheit 9/11

Sony Music

which includes:

Chimes Of Freedom (Live) – Bruce Springsteen

With God On Our Side – Bob Dylan

We Want It All – Zack de la Rocha

Masters Of War (Live) – Pearl Jam

Travelin’ Soldier – Dixie Chicks

Fortunate Son (Live) – John Fogerty

Know Your Rights – The Clash

The Revolution Starts Now – Steve Earle

Where Is The Love? – Black Eyed Peas feat. Justin Timberlake

Hallelujah – Jeff Buckley

maybe miss montreal will come over this week and she and i can re-watch this summers favorite movie of mine.

and afterward i will show her some etchings, i mean soundtracks.

mist + layne + case + the history of saddam’s relationship with the usa in 2.5 minutes

and digging and rocking and whining and running. she and her best friend she and her girl friend she and her stick pin she and her whip ing. she said im here i said good she said im turning i said good. said im drunk i said good. said im ready said you wish.

boom went her jet pack zip went her full back snap went the garters cha sneezed the sleestack.

there was banging and smashing and clattering and flattering. i saw hairflings and backflips and handprints and noserings. i smelled candies and passion and candles and beer. i tasted butterscotch and chocolate and teenage lust and fear.

nobody would have guessed it as she ripped off her corset revealing the tattoo on her little back of dumbass you know who

and who would have thought that when her girlfriend did the same thing when the bell rang that the drunktards by the pool house would be passed out

and would miss out.

for opportunity knocks for some but for others she creeps home and for others she drives fast but for me she just sings sad. opportunity in a plaid skirt with a best friend and a ascot and rum shot and lip stick and a hi pinch of pleasant pain.

pretty please begs the palm leaves against the sunroof of the gameroom, not again pleads the cherry red shining perfectly against the white bed.

outnumbered and outgunned think of something fun twenty one plus

twenty one plus twenty one plus nine teen plus

take a break driver sisyphus

but he wont stop and you cant stop cuz they dont stop cuz theyre racing

and theyre rolling, dressed for bowling, stop your mowing, bring your bowties and her pig tails and her ribbons and your ghost tales

cuz they want it and they know it and they show it and they blow it

and they want it and they want it and they wind it and they touch it

and they feel it cant control it

but they own it dont they know it.

and they own it dont they know it

and they own it

dont they know it.

bunny + nc-17 solitare + webnymph

that he has nothing to be afraid of when he speaks, cuz nobody gives a shit.

he’s already brought us to war based on false information and claims of wmd and everyone gave him a pass on that one.

he’s already blown the biggest surplus ever and turned it into the biggest deficit ever and didnt even have to say “my bad” even once.

so why does he bumble and mutter and stammer and stutter like his house of cards will fall at any moment?

theres nothing admirable about this man.

and therefore less admirable about his supporters.

i have no problems with people being republicans, but not only is this guy barely a republican (a financial dunderhead, a foreign policy fuckup, and a shill for bigger government), but quite possibly the worst president we’ve ever had.

but just because he calls himself a republican, half the country blindly vote for him? how responsible is that?

well i have faith in my republican friends. i know theyre smarter than this.

i know they wouldnt buy a house soley because of its color and they wouldnt pick a president solely because of the party next to the guys name.

you didnt see democrats running out to vote for mondale did you.

again, it’s called being responsible.

talk, blog, bash dan rather all you want

you might let your 9 year old hold the steering wheel

but you dont let him drive.

this country deserves a smart person back in the white house

if you really love your nation, dont cockblock this november.

how bush did + now let me finish + charlie watts just beat cancer

in a vitual gangbang of rock six seperate big name concerts went down in pennsylvania last night to help elect john kerry.

the benefit shows starred such classic rockers as jackson browne, john melloncamp, and james taylor, as well as younger acts like death cab for cutie, bright eyes, keb mo, and ben harper.

the biggest concert last night was held in philadelpia when bruce springsteen and the e street band joined john fogerty and r.e.m’s michael stipe

“As Springsteen played Philadelphia, five other concerts starring such artists as Bonnie Raitt, the Dave Matthews Band, the Dixie Chicks and Pearl Jam played in other cities across Pennsylvania, one of the nation’s so-called battleground states seen as possibly swinging to either Bush or Kerry” reuters reported today.

dont feel left out Ohio, Florida and Missouri, the Vote for Change artists have agreed to nearly forty benefit concerts in other “swing states” states including yours,

so dig around your couch cushions for lighters and brush up on your r.e.m. lyrics.

heres one you might need some practice with

That’s great, it starts with an earthquake,

birds and snakes, an aeroplane –

Lenny Bruce is not afraid.

Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn

world serves its own needs, don’t misserve your own needs.

Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt no, strength no.

Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, down height.

Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for hire

and a combat site.

Left her, wasn’t coming in a hurry with the furies breathing

down

your

neck.

Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop.

Look at that low plane!

Fine. then.

Uh oh, overflow, population, common group, but it’ll do. Save yourself, serve yourself.

World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed.

Tell me with the rapture and the

reverent in the right

right.

You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light,

feeling pretty psyched.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.

It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o’clock – TV hour.

Don’t get caught in foreign tower.

Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn.

Lock him in uniform and book burning, blood letting.

Every motive escalate.

Automotive incinerate.

Light a candle, light a motive.

Step down, step down.

Watch a heel crush, crush.

Uh oh, this means

no fear – cavalier.

Renegade and steer clear!

A tournament,

a tournament,

a tournament

of lies.

Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives

and I

decline.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.

It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide.

Mountains sit in a line.

Leonard Bernstein.

Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.

Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean,

boom!

You symbiotic, patriotic, slam, but neck,

right?

Right.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.

It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine…fine…

It’s time I had some time alone

r.e.m.

“it’s the end of the world as we know it

(and i feel fine)”

document

warner bros.

hours + fury + danielle

and its directed everywhere.

cockblocking from all sides.

including from within, for as you know the calls are coming from inside the house.

today i got all riled up to do some bigtime shit and i marched over to the closet that my computer is in and i did a quick u-turn to procrastinate some more.

i laughed at myself for a good half minute.

we’ll all nerds.

bitches of fear.

compassionate conservatives at heart. face it.

a flip flop nation of walmarts and culdesacs.

not seriously concerned when smart people change their minds on serious topics, but terrified of our dear little homeland getting attacked by anyone other than ourselves.

when i moved to LA twenty years ago n.w.a were living the lives that they would eventually rap about concerning driveby shootings and gang warfare, scandalous police, and a life so dark and hopeless that it would bring a man to the sad conclusion that yes, life truly aint nothing but bitches and money.

sir, im working with the same information you have.

but people who are afraid of terrorism at home have never lived in the hood.

finally we’d have something to shoot at.

and i could be wrong, but i have a feeling that my friends down south would feel the same way about any sort of war here in the states.

talk about bring it on.

so no, mr president, youre not doing me any big favors by getting rid of saddam at the price of $150 billion and a thousand soldiers

infact, shocking that it is, i agree with what tucker carlson said last night on bill maher,

“maybe, in fact, it was better to have saddam, because as bad as he was was, it was not the worst we could get. maybe chaos was the worst we could get.”

and sometimes america it’s time to get mad

but now it’s time to get even.

zulieka + bunnie + the best column about the debates that ive read + welch is back

because i was perfect for the job.

i dont mean that in a dreamy way or a wishful way like “i would be so good for paris hilton.”

and im objective. i know im not the best pilot for chopper one. and thats the irony. all these people from the president of the united states to the host of the tonight show to the singer of van halen to jennifer garners boyfriend are all the wrong people for the job.

when i applied to work for the xbi i wasnt nervous because i knew i didnt really even want the thing.

this thing today i wanted and i was perfect for and i ate two tums before i got in there because i had everything to lose.

afterward my buddy was driving me to work and i told him that i didnt think that the people understood one single word that i was saying

and he said tony you fucking interviewed october this morning, unless dweezil zappa was in that room passing the bong to wonkette youre not getting the job.

i let that image sit with me for a minute.

and he said, you made up the word smorgasborgias.

and i agreed, i had.

i deserve nothing.

i thought about how in both interviews with two different companys, i was asked right away why i didnt have ads on my blog.

and when i told them that 1) i didnt need ads to generate money, i just asked my readers straight up to paypal me 2) unless you yourself are the middleman, fuck the middleman 3)despite my disclaimer of “nothing in here is true”, i wanted people to believe what i had to say, and ads, i believe Could infringe on that credibility because there’s something noble about someone who is doing something for pure love – they pretty much said bullshit.

and then i told them about the ipod you got me, and the trip to aruba and i think they didnt know what they were looking at.

i felt like henry ford showing the amish the model a.

but we have these nice horses

but this car is fucking rad

but you would have to build roads, and refine oil, and fix it when its broken, and insure people, and create parking lots, and there will be traffic

all true, yes, but it’s a car and it’s time to have cars now.

and all day i was walking around in this weird little haze thinking “but if i wrote a great proposal, a thick one, full of great stats, proofs, theories, then they would suddenly get it and let me blog for them.”

and tonight i started feeling better all of a sudden, and i tried to figure out why.

and it was because i knew i wasnt going to write down the secrets of three years of blogging during my two 15-minute breaks and give it to them for nothing.

a document of great value.

carpal tunnel, sweat, and tears.

if i was just going to give it away i would give it to playboy, who could totally benefit from a blog

and me writing it.

flagrant in thailand + 6 falsehoods bush delivered last night via isou + you forgot poland

to pitch a huge website the idea of having a blog.

some of you even prayed for me and for that i thank you.

but obviously a lot of you forgot to pray cuz i got demolished in this thing.

jk.

but yes, i did bomb.

somehow i knew going in what the objections would be. and i had some documents with me to overcome those objections, but nothing seemed to work.

some people would have gone into that meeting and said

i know i know i know, we can do the blog for your company without things like comments, breaking news, pictures, photo essays, or a way to blog remotely. we can do this and just make it look like a blog, but it will be secretly just a frequently-updated column.

but thats not me.

you know that.

of course i acknowledged that there was a reason why so few corporate sites have blogs… because it is different. it jibes differently from traditional web sites.

and i tried to stress that there is also a reason why blogs are being talked about like crazy right now, and why some blogs get more hits than gigantic web sites, and why some bloggers get more readers than entire newspaper circulations.

i tried to imply that if corporate web sites are all about pageviews + eyeballs + ad revenues, then whatever technological hurdles need to be leaped over to make it happen will be worthwhile once the hits start rolling in.

but lots of people, myself included, sometimes sell out to considerations despite the obvious rewards, because it’s just easier to go with the flow.

so maybe i should just forget about this company, who i truly admire, and would definately work for, even at a low salary.

suprisingly i was made aware of the fact that this company had actually brought my name up a while back when they were considering a blog. that blows my mind. even though i get more than my fair share of hits, i really dont pay much attention to that and i have this skewed idea that the million pageviews that i get a year are just from, you know, normal joes

like me.

so in retrospect, im glad i took the risk of emailing this company, im glad i went to the meeting, im glad i didnt sell out, im glad i told them what a blog is and how it should be set up and run.

im glad that i got out there a little bit.

this gave me confidence to pitch this to my two other favorite sites.

nothing to lose, right?

in other news, kerry smoked bush last night.

cluetrain + free parking in LA if you have a hybrid car + sk smith

call me rocktober.

really?

j/k.

where have you been all my life?

why, traveling, tony.

where did you go?

australia.

how was it?

they call me may over there.

october, all the good things happen in your month. so why must you do these things to the cubs two octobers in a row.

lets talk of love instead, my friend.

no.

these kids were making out on the swings last night as the moon glowed and the clouds loitered and the hops of the crickets became slower and shorter.

i hate you.

theyd swing for a little and laugh and then stop. then theyd laugh some more and run and fall and roll and love and they didnt care about the wood chips or the grass getting into their hair.

or poo.

or poo, tony. thats right. which there was none of, thank you. there was only happiness and discovery and unfathomed joy like never before. do you know what it was?

what.

it was october. the friend to the everyman. celebrations and festivals. cornicopias of smorgasborgias.

the only time when its ok to nail an ear of half shucked dried up corn on your door.

and hay in your yard.

or squash on your stoop.

or candy corn in your poop.

october!

😉

i love you tenth month.

and i love you too.

tsar plays tonight.

why do you think im so happy?

i was polled today on the phone and i told them i was voting for bush.

good god man, you cant be serious.

i wasnt, but ive noticed that the more polls show bush in the lead, the more i hear people say theyve registered just to vote against him.

i love america tony.

i do too october.

even if canadas better.

october!

jk

dan mccarthy + progress: the instapundit had 38 posts yesterday and one was critical of the president. bravo.