sometimes the photos just take themselves

before my boss sean left, he took a few days off.

while he was away, and right before he was to come back, someone thought itd be funny

if everyone put their name on a post it

and put it on something in his office.

basically claiming those items.

sean got a kick out of it and gave many of us what we had asked for.

for example, i got a dell external dvd burner.

i had my name on the little tv.

this makes me so happy

a book

xTx has been a “friend” since before most of you kids have been alive.

funny thing though, we have never actually physically met.

in some ways that makes things better because, whereas some want to love you for your image, or your fancy clothes, or fast cars, its not like that for me and my beach city amiga.

i know that xTx loves me for my mind. and the words that come out of that crazy place.

and likewise, it has been pure joy watching her rise from the bowels of AOL poetry message boards and take the blogosphere by storm.

and heres a book. a little tiny book you can hold in your hand. and inside? all xTx – will it be dirty? probs. will it be nsfw? hopefully. will it be fantastic: guaranteed.

somehow the book sold out even before it went on sale. that sort of mystery intrigues me. i hope shes making a second printing cuz it was such a nice feeling to have this waiting for me next to my bills bills bills.

congrats xTx, i will run home and enjoy this as i soak in my tub.


speechless in san diego

danielle in san diego

i have pretty low expectations when i go to san dieger. it’s not my favorite town.

danielle in san diego

but with football season over and vegas still buzzing all through me, danielle invited me to her lair and i said omg omg photo shoot?

danielle in san diego

and she said si.

danielle in san diego

my favorite word

danielle in san diego

which thankfully is danielles favorite word too

danielle in san diego


oh mama Si ta

along the way i said hey danielle, i really wanna meet yr ole favorite blogger Raspberry, but i lost her phone number

and danielle said, no fear, i have this magical kurdt cobain longsleeve, lets just think of her and say nice things and she’ll appear

and suddenly san diego didnt suck so badly any more.

raspberry saturday

there was a time in history where blogging meant that pretty girls would fly drive and bus their way to your house, theyd knock on the door and theyd do anything you wanted.

even eat at mcdonalds with you.

the insanity that one day you’re goofing off typing at work into what you thought was a void and the next day women who you’d have never approached are on your magic couch, turning it magic, is something one would have expected was exclusively assigned for hypnotists, fire fighters, and musicians.

and then there are the canadians.

i seriously should write a book about the relationship between the busblog and canadia.

one of the chapters would be called raspberry sundae, a young lady from vancouver who one day found this blog and locked in and wrote my name on her belly with lipstick while wearing a school girl outfit

and who would write posts to me like this after reading my book Stiff:

dear tony;

yesterday after work i went and learned how to skimboard. it was a beautiful day and as i sat on the beach drinking a beer looking at the mountains, i thought how cool it was that i could have (if i didn’t have to go to work everyday to be able to afford to live here) gone snowboarding on the mountains and headed straight to the beach in my bikini to skim.

by the time the sun started to set, i was chilly and wet and tired and bruised, but i had the biggest smile on my face and i was buzzing a little from the beer and i felt pretty at peace with the universe. i drove home, keeping the smile in my heart, grabbed the copy of stiff that you sent me, and crawled into the tub.

i waited until yesterday to read it ’cause, well, you know why i waited. i went cover to cover in the tub – bubbles fading, water cooling – and didn’t stop till i’d read every word; some of ’em twice. my favourite part was where you said that kurt was waiting for courtney to get there, even though he knew she’d never make it. i loved how he had courtney on one shoe and frances on the other, even in heaven. it added that little bit of bittersweet i needed to make the day absolutely perfect.

you’re the best one, ever.

love, raspberry

but because nothing in here is true for some reason i never even met miss sundae in real life even though she had moved to san dieger.

a small detail that will change



omg tony answers your questions of love

in vegas at the palms

Will Campbell asks: Oh shnit! Uh, OK. When? No, wait. Why? Ahhh… right. What happens if I break that new rule?

The skies will darken then open, bitter tears from angry angels will fall, and pop will lose its fizz in cans and bottles everywhere. luckily you’ll probably be forgiven since you’ve been a reader here for a good 60-70 years. so a virgin will probably need to be sacrificed or something. nothing serious.

Karisa J asks: are you gonna rock out with us tonight???

Two nights in a row? Are you sure the universe could handle that? As much as I adore the shirtless, shlubby, balding young disco singer (and i seriously hope you make out with him mid concert) – and as much as i love that venue, i have plans to drink with an up n coming rock star near my hood. so if you are looking for an afterparty hit me up.

Mark Z asks: You know everything, how can we improve Facebook?

This isn’t anything you can do yourselves. But you should encourage people to keep it real about their Relationship Status. If there’s one thing I hate about Facebook it’s people who can be honest about everything, show everything, but when it comes to Relationship Status they’re suddenly all mum. They don’t tell you when they’re broken up, they dont tell you when they’re off the market, and some dont even tell you if they’re married. Please allow me to make a Facebvegasook App (remember those?) that says “What’s Probably Going On” where based on Check Ins, emails, chats, etc. a program can return the results of “She’s probably [doing] [this guy].”  and/or  “She’s probably [dating/married to] [this chump].” People can always deny it, and it just may be wrong, but i bet it wont be.

Also revert back to your old photo galleries, this current thing is as pretty as one of those temporary spare tires, and works just as smooth. Quit fixing things that aint broke.

Curious George wants to know: Hey Tony what blog won the week?

This may be the easiest question of the week. Wonkette. Not only did they seem to out Sarah Palin (or her people, or one of her supporters) for creating a silly sloppy sockpuppet (are there any other kinds?), but earlier in the week one of their readers tipped them off to Wikipedia pages being used in the LA state legislature’s rotunda next to statues as if it wasnt a big deal. That post turned things into a big deal: not only did it inspire a LA lobbyist to write in for comic relief, but the post alerted the State that something was amiss which they immediately changed.

And finally President asks: Must everything that happens in Vegas stay there?

There should be one place where you should be allowed to unbutton, let yr hair down, and let your freak flag fly. As honest we pretend to be with ourselves, truth is we’re on guard a lot. We have walls. There should be one place where you can go, let loose, and not be judged. Somewhere what you do won’t end up on your permanent record.

Most of the time when I go there I don’t do anything illegal or immoral – and neither do most of the people who visit there. I just enjoy the energy. The options. The gluttony and spectacle. I love the food, I love being able to carry a beer from the bar to the street to a cab to the next casino. To me that’s America, the way it was supposed to be. It’s also the only place I like to dress up and stay up all night. Not New York, not LA: Vegas.

It’s also one of the few places I like to go, sometimes alone even, and just sit in a nice hotel room and write and not leave for a long time. It is a very spiritual place for me, in a weird way, and safe, and I think that it’s because the underlying theme of “…stays in Vegas…” is one of forgiveness.

and the only thing better than forgiveness, is forgiveness prior to the sin.

some people need that sort of permission. especially those of us who may have some evil pent up nagging for attention that must be addressed.

Some address it by gambling, some address it by having naked girls sit on their laps as metal riffs rip through a dark club, some just want a safe well lit place to drink while dressed as a hooker.

When the founders created America, I’m glad they planned on a place like Las Vegas. This country totally needed such a town.

Oh wait, right under the wire Basart asks: When are you setting up the PS reunion that you mentioned that you wanted to do?

You know Karisa asked me that yesterday. I love how the two most organized people I know are asking me to set this grand thing up. Fine. What month is this. Almost March? March is Pisces. Too emotional for reuinions. April then. May’d be better. But April is better. April 1? No one would believe it. It is a Friday though. April 8? That was the day Hank Aaron hit 715. Fine, April 8.

I’ll make a Facebook group. Thanks for the nudge Ken!

Update: Created!

i promise you this will make you weep

(video password:seanhatzkatz)

if you want to know why i muscle through all the ups and downs of working where i do, this video should make things crystal clear – its the people.

im used to working around both evil- and angelic geniuses, but theres no evil here. just extremely hard working humans with so much heart its gonna get all over you even if you have walls up 1000 feet high.

this morning our boss went into his last meeting, said good bye to everyone, shook hands with people, and when i hugged him everyone said hey why cant we get hugs? and then hugged everyone.

then someone said hey sean did you see the video we made for you? and i was not at all interested in making this a sad thing so i said, its on the blog we made for you, go watch it at home.

and one of the angels said, no no lets see it now. and sean kneeled down to armand’s lap top, we turned up the volume, and theres now not a dry eye in the house.

the love and loss are all over this place right now.

we’re in good hands with our new boss, but this place will seriously not be the same without the old one.

adios sean.

didja know matt was here

in silver lake

brendan too

dylan and os made it over

and heather was all i’ll be the only woman surrounded by handsome menfolk? ok!

coulter’s hat was all, i wanna be in a picture

then charlie was all hey im over here take a pic you dirty

and he said something foul and matt punched him in the mouth.

the end!

ps Basart is all, hey i was there!