nothing in here is true

  1. Wednesday, September 7, 2011

    Hey Tony do you like ribs? 

    baby i love ribs so much heres a picture of me and my date Mitzi

    at a UCSB dance where if you look closely in my right hand

    you can see i’m still working on a pork rib

    does that answer any questions you may have about lots of things?

  2. Monday, August 22, 2011

    time flies but we all look younger 

    One of the sweet young ladies from the Thirsty Thursday crew, Anne, who every boy had a crush on, including me, reminisced today in her Facebook

    About 20 years ago, Tony Pierce says “this great new band is playing for free today, I think you should go see them.” Which I did. The lead singer was SO RUDE to the crowd that I thought to myself “They’ll never make it with an attitude like that.”

    The band?

    Jane’s Addiction.

    Because of the wonders of video mixed with the miracle that is the Internet, this video above might be precisely the moment that Anne is referring to.

    I got to meet Perry a few years ago at SXSW and asked him if he remembered how agressive he was with the young crowd and the MTV cameras trying to capture the rise of Jane’s on the beach side California college town.

    The band had just done something like 7 sold out shows in a row in Hollywood and they had committed to play the free gig at UCSB.

    Nothings Shocking had come out and quickly became our Houses of the Holy.

    “Yes I remember that show,” Perry told me as MGMT played behind us. “I wore green boots.”

  3. Thursday, May 5, 2011

    did i tell you i went to santa barbara this weekend? 

    vote sandwich

    indeed i did.

    and there i saw good things and bad things.

    the good things included the kids, they seemed to be fun, smart, and as grateful as we were to reside in paradise.

    of the bad things i saw at the top of the list was the dearth of advertising in the daily campus paper.

    it was then that jeff mcmanus asked me if i would support him in getting the nexus a better online presence.

    we talked to the incoming editor in cheif, a lovely young woman who is currently a sophomore.

    she was way into it, and open to lots of new ideas cuz at this point, what is there to lose?

    while talking to her she told me a delightful tale about how she became EIC and who she actually lost to.

    as someone who was one press council vote away from being EIC, i was all ears.

    apparently there has been an unofficial tradition recently at ucsb of only one person truly running for the top job.

    this year was no exception and when it became obvious that she was going to be the only person running,

    someone nominated a 6″ Subway meatball sub to run against her.

    Vote Sandwich read the signs plastered around the recently cleaned up newsroom.

    Sandwich won by a landslide, i was told.

    later a bottle of tequila was passed around

    it was emptied quickly.

    the reason i believe in a strong online daily nexus is the more stories your college paper can produce,

    the more opportunities young writers will have to learn and practice the art of journalism.

    if your paper is only 8 pages, only a limited number of students can write, edit, photograph, draw, and report.

    but if the pages are unlimited, the possibilities are unlimited.

    meanwhile theres no excuse for the local pizza joints and national chains for not finding their advertising messages in an award winning paper

    that speaks to 20,000 young Californians living feet away from the beach and 90 minutes from Hollywood.

    also, all the new buildings looks lame all mushed together like that without any stylistic thread to tie them all together.

    its like building of the month next to building of last decade. its ridiculous.

    but the strangest thing happened. a breeze hit me carrying with it the smell of the sea

    wrapped in the aroma from a eucalyptus, and suddenly i was instantly transformed to days gone by.

    it was a delight.

  4. Sunday, May 1, 2011

    glowing from the great time i had yesterday at ucsb 


    it was an all-gaucho reunion.

    my buddy chris and i are both graduates from the college of creative studies there, so we went.

    i’ll get into more detail later,  but let the record state this simple fact:

    theres no way on Earth that i would be who i am today

    or work where i do today

    or have the success on this blog that ive had

    if it wasnt for robyn bell of the college of creative studies at uc santa barbara

    i owe her and that place everything.


  5. Saturday, March 12, 2011

    i got 99 problems but Beach ain’t one 

    lol u mad

    the mighty ucsb gauchos have a super star forward named Orlando Johnson. the kids like to call him OJ.

    ucsb beaing long beach state

    the gauchos had a rocky regular season and going into the tournament they had to beat 3 teams they had lost to twice to win the Big West.

    and just like every other super hero you know from santa barbara, this team starring OJ pulled it out.

    next stop, the Big Dance.

    bring your tortillas, Gaucho Joe.

  6. Tuesday, August 31, 2010

    ive often said i dont like being on panel discussions 

    and tonight i was faced with why

    even though i have a website with my name in it, and even though i fake it reasonably well, (not so) deep down i am ridiculously shy

    and i know myself well enough to realize that if i have my mouth open the odds significantly increase that i will say something embarrassing to either myself or my employer.

    but people invite me to these things, and i battle the fear of being boring with the fear of making a fool outta myself and a lil demon whispers in my ear something along these lines:

    you are tony pierce OF COURSE you are going to say something stupid, so just dont Also be boring. and ps you cant hide who you are.

    those voices make their way to my stomach. which is the magic 8 ball of my soul. so for lunch i ate a sensible salad. and when i left a little early to change clothes at home i went to Vons and got a nice spicy tuna roll

    because what could be better for a soon-to-be-upset stomach than supermarket sushi?

    but relaxed at home for a few minutes. snacked. ished, showerd, and shaved. got into some traffic. made it to the santa monica with 4 minutes to spare.

    and when the time came for we, the panel to be introduced, thank God, the host of the show took the floor (pictured above) for 10 minutes because suddenly it got really hot in the room and i ran to the mens room to powder my nose cuz i was fixin to die.

    got back just in time as the panel had introduced themselves, it was my turn and we were off.

    all went (seemingly) well – other than the sustained hiss i got from one member of the audience after i told the crowd of attractive young women that if they all dont have a photo of themselves as their Twitter icon then they’re missing a great opportunity if attaining followers was one of their goals.

    i even got a few laughs.

    but right at the end someone asked what my favorite blogs were. and i said, well it might seem like pandering but i have often said my faves have almost exclusively been women and most of them happened to reside in Canada.

    i explained that two in particular was one raymi the minx and one keira-anne. and, because time is of the essence, especially near the end of a two-hour discussion, i described one as “sweet” and the other as “saucy”.

    somehow all i was projecting was that i liked them because they were both easy on the eyes.

    and i got called out.

    a followup question came from the back along the lines of “other than being hot what ELSE do you enjoy from these female bloggers?”

    and your hero thought, this is exactly why your stomach did not want to be here. this is precisely why i should just stay in my pajamas and hide behind the glow of the macbook. this is specifically why i attempt to remain comfortably numb in public – because when i drop my guard the unedjumacated politically-incorrect sexist pig leaks out and everyone can see.

    but luckily i was able to explain that yes people like raymi and keira and so many others may lure you in with their beautiful photos but once you get beyond the image and get to the actual content you get to see not just who these fine women are but you learn a little about the cities and country that they live in. you get to learn about their struggles, insecurities, hopes, loves, dramas, families, and stories.

    after the show the young lady who had put me on the spot was super sweet and apologized for what was probably seen as an awkward moment, but i told her not to sweat it, that it was honest and great because all we had been talking about was to be honest in our blogging and tweeting and there she was actually living it.

    anyways if we hadnt been rudely interrupted by one of the only other dudes in the place i wanted to tell her that right now my favorite summer blog is also written by a young lady, but an AMERICAN

    yes, Alecia’s asian vacation is the type of travel writing that can only be seen in blogs for its honest, not trying to be anything other than what it is, educational, funny, weird, filled with pictures, and so so many interesting tales.

    more female bloggers i am inspired by and hope to one day be as good as (lets try to keep it to 10): leah, lindsay, erin, gage, zulieka, krista, danielle, katfran, xiaxue, and last but not least the so nsfw xtx

    ok now im going to drink that beer i promised myself.

  7. Tuesday, August 18, 2009

    todays my buddy Chris’ birthday. hes 79 

    we met in the dorms of San Nic at UCSB way back in the day and we’ve both turned our lives over to the Lord and because of that our paths have been lined with beauty and joy.

    we went to finals together last year thanks to the fact that Chris is a season ticket holder.

    in fact, chris and i went to the first Laker game Ever at Staples, and we had schweet seats.

    chris and jesus rob invented Thirsty Thursday back in Isla Vista and because of that we met many friends and randoms. fortunately we met young ladies as well. because when you have a keg and you brought a buck and yr own cup, how can you not make friends?

    ah yes those were the days, but probably the most fun i had with Chris back then was skateboarding to class together, we are both college of creative studies grads, writing poetry all night, and then reading them the next day to the enjoyment of our class.

    im sure anyone who saw us then would not think that chris would turn out to be a genius digital video forefather, whose work has been in every Tony Hawk skateboard game since the first one. and no one would ever think that id be an xbi chopper pilot.

    despite his drinking, smoking, etc, my question is, how did chris get to keep his great hair?

    happy birthday g

  8. Monday, August 4, 2008
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  10. Tuesday, January 2, 2007

    the state of the busblog, 2007 

    bikini girls in the grotto of the playboy mansion dear rock n roll rockers yearning to be free.

    ive heard some of the mumblings from the peanut gallery about this and that and ive even read some of it in a few of your blogs.

    let me allow myself to take a few minutes tonight to address some of those things and then we can get this year started with everyone being on the same page.

    first of all i dont owe you shit.

    you dont owe me shit i dont owe you shit.

    some of you i might owe something and if so you should email me. but most of you have received whatever it was that you paid for and the transaction is over.

    you got your autographed copy of stiff or your box of hair or your weekend of ecstasy and we’re good.

    true i have had a good following on this blog. may i say, a great one. better than i deserve, id even add. the fact that young men have given me money or younger women have given me their bodies is far more than i ever expected when i first logged onto blogger.com in august 2001 and got this party started.

    but let me tell you something about what i was doing before august 2001. before august 2001 i was writing on a website, and getting girls, and getting hella hits. before that i was writing on tabloid.net and before that lick and before that buzznet and before that the greatest newspaper any college has ever seen, the daily nexus.

    and i was getting laid and paid off that shit too.

    may i add, before some of my biggest complainers were even born.

    and even before that while in high school and junior high school i would write little stories on the back of our homework and pass them to the girls i knew so that they would fall in love with me.

    did it work?

    what do you think.

    so when i hear juveniles pose such grand statements as tony we made you who you are or tony we put you where you are all it makes me wonder is who put me where i was when you werent around?

    when that redhead was sitting crossarmed and crosslegged on the furthest corner of my couch, who originally got her into to my house and who eventually got her to reach down my pants?

    you? oh but if only you had.

    you didnt write any of these posts, you didnt pick any of the pictures, you didnt fight off the trolls, you didnt deal with the carpal, you didnt live the stories first, and you didnt have to bang the shit out of the hottest chicks youll never meet to live the dream and begin the beguine.

    you clicked a hyperlink.

    this is my personal blog.

    in any other time this would be in a sprial notebook or on the back of a piece of homework.

    the busblog is its best when it feels like a secret journal when it feels real when its written honestly and without conscious to the fucked up complexities of whats outside of this url.

    do i love my readers? of course. every one. the ones who read every day the ones who read every week the ones who subscribe through rss the ones who pop in every now and then the ones who hate and the ones who continue to send me nudes even after i said to stop because no way could those tits be real.

    but the writing process is a personal one and shrouded in mystery, and one needs to look no further than television to see what happens when you try to appease a crowd.

    other than myself there is only one other person im trying to appease in any post i write here: the next girl who wants to show me her cans. thats it.

    if anyone actually deserves to be able to say that i owe them something its my mother. she brought me into this world, she raised me basically alone, she worked all day and all night to put me and my sister through school, and she has been the best role model ive ever had.

    like you, she too reads the busblog regularly, and winces through most of it, and would love to have a say in whats written on here but as great as she is she doesnt get a fucking vote on this shit either.

    i am professional blogger on a site on which i edit, which is to say, i run the show there. which is also to say that im responsible if it fucks up.

    when i was in high school i learned what it was like to give 100% at something. i was a senior and i tried out for our world class marching band. i was given the largest bass drum and the most intense band director of all time.

    the first words he ever said to us the summer of my senior year, at band camp was this: you are to wear black socks at performances. brown is not black, blue is not black. you will wear black socks.

    that year we won almost every competition we entered because our band director was totally insane and we wanted to be that insane about something too.

    when i stepped in the daily nexus office i met more insane people and we won pretty much every award ever for as long as we were together. and even after we graduated we somehow always found ourselves near each other because in part its rare to find other people who understand what it means to rock.

    at the nexus we had no advisers no journalism classes no adult supervision to fuck up the beautiful shit we cranked out every. fucking. day. and because there was no collegiate competition we competed with the pros as often as possible but usually we competed with each other.

    even though i won best college arts and entertainment editor in califonia in 1990 when some of you were still shitting your beds, the award that i keep closer to my heart and to my keyboard was winning most outstanding arts & entertainment writer on the daily nexus. because to win that one i had far tougher competition from the whalen brothers and dougie gyro and mr welch and several others who i still look up to this day.

    and who also read this blog regularly.

    if i owe anyone other than my mother anything i owe them and if they want to edit this blog and steer its course theyd be welcomed to because theyd take it to a place where you couldnt even imagine.

    but because they have far better things to do like edit major newspapers or write for emmy award winning satirical news shows or record groundbreaking and overlooked masterpieces, youre stuck with me, the king of the world, the dark knight, the oldest man of the blogosphere,

    the missing page of wikipedia.

    i will write on here what i want to write on here, when i want to write on here, and for as long as it continues to get me laid.

    i will write about the job that i love, i will write about the things that take place in my life, i will sometimes repost memories of my past not just because its my blog but because my blog is better than your blog because of the things that i do

    and one of the things that i do is ignore every negative voice in the universe

    or use it for fuel

    exactly like how manure is utilized.

    as rich and as famous and as popular and as powerful as the instapundit is and many at his level are, most do not have comments. and if they do, most do not allow for 99.9% of whats in those comments to get posted without registration or moderation or even an email address.

    the professor says he doesnt have them because he claims that the comments can have a way of influencing the blogger in a negative way and it could turn the blog into something that the blogger isnt interested in.

    may i suggest that a black sock wearing daily nexus undercover superhero of the xbi can handle any comment placed on his blog,

    but only if he’s being 100% real in that blog.

    which is a very longwinded way of saying that if i bowed to the whims of others about what i posted on my personal blog it would cease to be mine any more and it would definitely cease to rock.

    my job is to make that trend on that graph above to continue to soar at ridiculous angles for LAist.

    my hobby on the busblog is to write whatever the fuck i want to write whenever i feel like it doesnt get in the way of my job.

    in the comments a few weeks ago someone asked in this blog what i was trying to prove over at LAist and why couldnt i spend a little more time writing the busblog and less time concerned about LAist. and it was a good question despite coming from one of our quasi competitors.

    the only thing im trying to prove at LAist is that mr snoecks passion and robyn bells trust was not wasted on me. and im proving that the daily nexus never loses.

    if i lose some of you as readers so be it, this blog has never ever tried to get the most readers. if i lose some ad dollars in the long run so be it i never wanted ads on here in the first place. and if i miss out on some pussy because im spending too much time on the j.o.b. so be it theres so much pussy in la that the only single men who arent getting laid are the ones who arent asking for the sale.

    and let me be the first to tell you that if you write a good enough blog you dont even have to ask for it half the time.

    happy nude year,