nothing in here is true

  1. Saturday, May 28, 2005

    fine, some of what i write is true 

    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



    evil china doll + aaron clemens + oh canada + christie

  2. three years ago 


    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

  3. lost 

    season finale

    *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

  4. Friday, May 27, 2005

    from the comments 

    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.


    “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

  5. can you believe that in the middle of our miss universe two week pre show bonanza 

    someone would have the nerve to come up in here and say yeah i havent been through here in a long time, but can you change everything that youre doing?

    apparently im not giving the instapundit enough shit.

    which is true, but thats not what we do over here. im not my pundits keeper. im not interested in shooting fish in a barrel, im not ready to sell out to the lowest common denomenator of pointing fingers and saying HA youre wrong again! i know thats what gets hits. i know thats one reason why glenn is number one in some lists and number two in others and why the daily kos is one or two on those same lists.

    but thats not my thing.

    dont you see how its effecting our bro matt good?

    why would i want to sully myself in the mudslinging and misrepresentation of a segment of the blogosphere who will seriously split hairs down to debating about whether newsweek was wrong in saying that a military investigation has revealed that there was koran abuse in a prison or that it was simply just an inside military individual who admitted to the flushing of the muslim good book

    when the bigger picture is America in 2005 is in the torture business

    and our tax dollars are supporting it

    and our president is supporting it

    and far as i can tell the right wing bloggers want to turn a blind eye to it.

    and you know what, let em. fuck em. think i would hang out with any of them if we all lived on the same block? then why on earth would i pay attention to their good ole boy network of neuveux dittohead bullshit?

    didnt the last election teach us that all the blogs in the world will not make an iota of difference in jesusland. didnt 2004 teach us that you could make a film as great as F 9/11 and it can make $100 mil and tell an important story in american history but there will be enough naysayers to say “shutup hippie quit being fat” and the goobers and the greedy will hold hands and bum rush the show again and again and again.

    those are not the stories i want to report upon.

    as joe strummer and mick jones said the other day:

    They offered me the office, offered me the shop,
    They said I’d better take anything they’ve got.
    Do you wanna make tea at the BBC?
    Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?

    i really dont wanna be a cop. and a cop is someone who says oh you fucked up, look at how you fucked up, look at how wrong you are, look at where your lack of education and your bad choices have led you, heres where you went wrong. and of course this is the right way to do things.

    instapundit has his thing, kos has his. they seem very happy in their world and theyre successful business men reaping hefty rewards doing what they do. i am not in the slightest bit interested in any of that.

    you may see me from time to time comment on this thing or that thing but dont get used to it and certainly dont expect it.

    what the busblog will continue to do is write about me, LA, the hotties, miss universe, television, the wonderful world of blogging, and rock music. the cubs are breaking my heart but they may get a few keystrokes as well.

    i am sure that you can find other blogs in the blogosphere who will happilly continue to write about how wrong guys like the good professor are, and if youre not aware of them, here are a few

    oliver willis + wonkette + crooks and liars

  6. this week’s most talked about blog 

    Blogebrity, interviewed me!

    heres an excerpt

    blogebrity: for starters….you use blogger pro, and always have, to publish the busblog, right?

    tonypierce: yes
    tonypierce: blogger has been berry berry good to me

    blogebrity: never any thoughts about moving over to a movable type or anything like that?

    tonypierce: yes, thoughts, but in a few bizarre ways i try to live by example
    tonypierce: and i want to show people that you dont need anything fancy to have a good blog
    tonypierce: and get a fair share of attention
    tonypierce: so yes ive been tempted to move over to something else, and/or get a designer, and/or get people to edit my shit
    tonypierce: but i think this is best in the long run.

    blogebrity: while you have started other blogs, like lickmagazine, you currently dont blog anywhere else, do you?

    tonypierce: no, ive been a slacker
    tonypierce: i do comment on metafilter about once a week
    tonypierce: and throughout the blogosphere
    tonypierce: i dont even update my secret blogs
    tonypierce: i suck

    blogebrity: now, as for blog-reading….do you have a blog/rss reader of choice?

    tonypierce: I like the old fashioned way of having a homepage
    tonypierce: http://www.tonypierce.com/links.htm
    tonypierce: but when i do use a Reader i use projectdu

    blogebrity: you still have a promotional deal with them, correct?

    tonypierce: yes, its a great relationship

    blogebrity: sort of like jordan and nike?

    tonypierce: hahaha
    tonypierce: not in the slightest
    tonypierce: project du has no sweatshops
    tonypierce: on whose backs i make millions
    tonypierce: i really dont like athletes who do things like that
    tonypierce: sponsorships are ok
    tonypierce: but think about who youre in bed with

    read the rest here

  7. hey england 

    youre about to get tsared

    May 29 House of Blues Anaheim, CA
    Jun 2 Detroit Bar Costa Mesa, CA
    Jun 3 The Ale House Presented by KMRJ Palm Springs, CA

    Jun 6 Metro London
    Jun 7 Wedgewood Rooms Portsmouth
    Jun 8 Fleece Bristol
    Jun 9 Little Civic Wolverhapton
    Jun 10 Furnance Swindon
    Jun 11 Charlotte Leicester
    Jun 13 Junction Cambridge
    Jun 14 Met. Lounge Peterbrough
    Jun 15 Engine Room Brighton
    Jun 16 Peel Kingston
    Jun 17 Night & Day Manchester
    Jun 21 Barfly Glasgow
    Jun 22 Kef Aberdeen
    Jun 23 “Venue” Edinburgh
    Jun 24 Carlton Morecombe
    Jun 25 Silhouettes Hull
    Jun 27 Fibbers York
    Jun 28 Barfly Liverpool
    Jun 29 Metro London
    Jul 2 Rock City Nottingham

    Jul 16 WKRL 100.9 FM’s K-Rock-a-thon Syracuse, NY
    Jul 23 WFNX Off The Radar @ TT The Bears Cambridge, MA
    Jul 31 WEDG 103.3 FM’s Edgefest Buffalo, NY
    Sep 3 The Annex Madison, WI

    band + girls + money

  8. Thursday, May 26, 2005


    staples center
    los angeles

    dearly beloved,

    if u ever want 2 get through this thing called life, make sure u go 2 a prince show at least once.

    and if you go once, you’ll be back.

    prince popped up through the center of his stage last night at the sold-out staples center dressed in white. pure of any sin. and the definition of sexy.

    an x marked the spot on the center of the arena. his gold microphone awaited him. his 8 peice band including horn section featuring james brown’s legendary sax man maceo parker and blonde bombshell candy dulfer waited for him. and the screaming LA crowd who were amazingly on-time waited for him on this, the second night of an unprecidented five-night stand of los angeles’s premier concert and sports venue.

    home of the lakers, the grammys, the kings, and last night, of prince.

    he owned it. he rocked it. he was it.

    as a witness of hundreds of concerts, ive seen the best: the stones, springsteen, u2, miles davis, the jackson 5, eric clapton, van halen, tom waits, elvis costello, tsar, jane’s addiction, and the beastie boys.

    but never have i seen one man seemingly never make a mistake, a wasted motion, or spin and twirl and pirrorette and be equal parts show-off and showman like that freaky little dude from minnesota.

    and the fucker did it in heels.

    he played his guitar like a kid would play a broomstick. it was an air guitar to him.

    a total maestro he would throw his hand down and the drummer would accent the beat and stop.

    a master controller he would tell the lighting man to bring up the lights and bring them down and the lights went up or down immediately.

    when he grew tired of his guitar a well-dressed man would come out and take it from him and he pranced over to a couch on the stage and his keyboard player gave him a pillow for his feet and a blanket.

    then he played bass. then he played bass with the bass player.

    then he danced.

    fuck did he dance.

    all while throwing out classic r&b numbers like chinese stars, all written, produced, and performed by himself throughout the years.

    upon entering the show the ushers handed out free copies of his new cd, musicology and one guy said to his buddy, “mick jagger never gave me anything for free.”

    and as much as i love mick, mick never played the guitar or wrote these sorts of songs, alone, or this sexy, or with this much funk.

    what we got to be a part of last night kept us on our feet dancing for over two hours, and when he concluded with an extended encore of the title track of his best known album, purple rain no one wanted to leave.

    except for the yuppies who wanted to somehow “beat” traffic. which, sadly was half the arena.

    but whatever, prince had pummelled them. he had pummelled all of us.

    if elvis had actually known a thing about showmanship and songwriting and guitar playing and dancing, the king would have been prince.

    in my 110 years, this was the best arena concert ive ever seen.

    i smiled the entire time.

    anti + simpleton + xero 79

  9. had some people over yesterday. 

    didnt plan it that way but there were these austrailian hitchhikers that i met at the vons. three of them got their paths crossed with some dirty acid.

    i have a soft spot for travelers since ive travelled here and there on occassion and i know how vulnerable you can be.

    took them to the castle, sat em on the couch, turned on the slow jams, talked about elvis.

    doesnt matter what country youre from, your age, your political disposition, race, height, youre going to have an opinion about the king of rock and roll, especially if im leading the proceedings.

    the girls thought that elvis was just ok but me and the fella were on the side of theres only one king, and there will only be one.

    then we flipped on the tv looking for elvis movies but instead we stopped at the womens college softball world series.

    now, i have a big tv.

    thirty five inch (diagonal) picture tube made in japan by the mistubishi company. sold to me by two gay guys who complained that it was too big.

    and i had successfully mellowed out these four attractive australian girls by talking about elvis presley and allowing them the freedom to smoke their marijuana. yes i know it is illegal, but i thought i would turn a blind eye since they are foreigners and in very bad shape.

    and then we saw berkeley bear first baseman veronica nelson on my glorious television.

    and then we saw veronica nelson smack a home run

    in the college world series

    live from oklahoma city, where i am sure mad pony kristin was in attendence cuz she is perfect in nearly every other way.

    and i turned to my guests and they were in tears.

    it was a beautiful site. these people didnt really even know the rules of baseball, but they understood the triumph of the moment.

    or they were laughing at her.

    it was hard to tell.

    it appeared that i had gotten a contact high.

    so with my mind racing i made a big ass photo essay, for your asses.

    city rag + leah + tiffany

  10. i was on the phone with a fashion model last night 

    while she was driving and at that moment she was hit by another car.

    oh my god i was just hit! she said.

    i was all, are you alright?

    she was all it hurts.

    i was all, where are you?

    she had just left a film at the arclight.

    she said sunset.

    i was all, where on sunset?

    and she was all, i have to go.

    now i love this girl. and i realize that she was in shock, but i havent been fired by the xbi. im still the superhero you love. nothing on here is true baby.

    instead she hung up.

    sadly the truth is i have no car. so i got my clothes on for the first time all day. it was 10:38pm. i got my cell phone and i got out of my house and started to run down sunset.

    i figured id run for a while and if a bus came by id jump on.

    but as i started running all the worst images ran through my head. was she cut with glass all over? is her career history? are her arms and legs broken?

    was it intentional and they stole her car?

    was it intentional and they were going to steal her car till they saw how hot she is and now theyre stealing her too.

    so i ran to an atm and got $40 to try to catch a cab.

    i ran and saw a cop car and thought about flagging him but then i was all, what if this is xbi related and its someone trying to kidnap an xbi girlfriend. cops cant be involved in that.

    so i kept running.

    id call her but it went straight to voicemail. that made me even more worried. how does your phone go straight to voicemail after you called me 5 minutes ago? it has to be turned off.

    why would she turn off her phone?

    im not a long distance runner. i can sprint. i can run fast for a good mile, maybe two miles. karisa can run. i can sprint. big difference. theres a reason i fly chopper one. its to overcompensate.

    right before i made it to sunset and western she called me.

    she said she was ok.

    that the guy who hit her car had just left.

    i said did he run away?

    she said he drove away.

    communication is never what you want it to be in dire situations. i tried to keep the questions as laser sharp as possible.

    i am at sunset and western, where are you on sunset.

    even that was a complicated conversation.

    eventually i made it to her. she was exchanging information and i thought you people have had a half hour to exchange information what sort of madness is happening here.

    i got into the drivers seat and sped her to the hospital.

    she had no bruises or cuts. nothing was broken. a car she told me hit her from behind as she was stopped at a red light. the car hit her so hard that she hit the car in front of her.

    because she is such a sweet sweet girl she was worried about what her father and brother would say about it. her neck and head were sore, she had a headache but she worried about what people would say. i was all baby, you were stopped at a red light, what on earth could youhave done better.

    she said nothing.

    i said, yes you could have told me the first time where you were on sunset.

    and she shot me a look like how could you criticize me at this moment

    and she was right. im an ass. but i was relieved that she was ok.

    and when we got into a room inside the ER i got to help her change into one of those gowns.

    all i gotta say is ooh lala.

    zulieka + nothing i ever did at work was as bad as this + great picture of raymi