Poppy Z. Brite's Blog, page 107

Mooovies Out Of New Orleans!

I like John Maginnis. He seems a sensible observer of Louisiana politics: smart, level-headed and, if not impartial, at least capable of seeing both sides of an issue. Here he explains, among other things, why Louisiana's nascent status as "Hollywood South" isn't the great economic boon it masquerades as:


Through its Movie Production Tax Credit Program, the state, in effect, covers 25 percent of a film company's in-state expenses and 35 percent of its in-state labor. This has brought producers fl

Addendum

Meant to fit this into my long post below, but didn't manage it and don't feel like editing, so: Chris and I are both sick with some kind of respiratory crud that we seem to keep passing back and forth. (It seems to have gone through most of the remaining OLGC congregation, too.) Until today he has been the sicker one, but today I have lost my voice and, it seems, at least half of my ability to breathe. Antihistamines are helping with the breathing part, but the funny part is that my laryngitis

St. Joseph's Day

is tomorrow. Usually, at this time of year, I'm running around baking cookies and assembling casseroles and helping to decorate whatever altar I'm working on. This year, there has been none of that. This year I feel sort of closed off from what is usually my favorite day of the year.

I haven't done an update on the status of Our Lady of Good Counsel for a while, mainly because there's not much to say. All the charges against those of us who got arrested during the Epiphany raid were dropped. Our

Cat Colonies

In case you don't know about Temple Grandin, she is a very high-functioning woman with autism who overcame tremendous childhood problems to earn a Ph.D. in animal science, write several brave and groundbreaking books, and revolutionize humane slaughter techniques in the meat industry. I've long had a particular admiration for her because my mother worked at a program for autistic children and young adults when I was growing up, and though she was an administrator and didn't work directly with th

Boo

Boo took a turn for the worse this afternoon and we had to take him back to the vet. He died peacefully in our arms about 6:00 this evening. Thank you all for the kind words and well-wishes.


Photo by marquisdd
Boris "Boo" Boudreaux Brite-DeBarr, 1994-2009
We love you, Boo.

Addendum re: Slugs

"Drown in beer," my ass. Maybe in other places they do. New Orleans slugs just drink their fill, crawl back out, and carry on devouring your cucumber seedlings with drunken abandon.

Just Call Me Silent Sam

Talk about clicking on the wrong link ... somehow, some way, I just ended up on a N.C. State basketball fan forum, and observed that their derogatory nickname for UNC is "Carowhina." Jeez, that's the best you could do ... Cowfuckers? A better nickname might be "Caro-why-do-they-always-beat-our-shitkicker-asses-na," but I thought that might be a little long for State fans to remember, so I refrained from suggesting it. (See title, and give yourself 500 Whoopie Shit points if you get the Carolina

When Cats Type

I just wrote a long, funny (to me, anyway) entry about having a lovely day and not doing anything I didn't want to do and then suddenly having it interrupted by a plague of slugs, but Frankie walked across the keyboard and somehow managed to erase the whole thing before I could post it. Screw it; I'm going to go eat some more of the vast Greek salad I fixed for dinner tonight.

Cute Cat Shot Makes Up For Early Cranky Post

I've known cats who liked tomato juice before, but until Terrell, I never had one who would chase me down and demand his share every time I opened a can.



(I let him drink from the can so I could get a picture, but I worry about him cutting his tongue, so I usually pour a little into the palm of my hand and let him lap it up. Spoiled? Our cats? I can't imagine why anyone would think such a thing.)

Treme

I spent a week training myself to wake up early so we could get a good start in Grand Isle, and now I keep finding myself up at ungodly hours. It won't last once Chris gets his restaurant open*, but for now, I suppose it is all right for gardening purposes.

It leaves me cranky, though, so maybe this is a good time to address that shiny new New Orleans show, Treme. People keep asking me what I think of it, and my friend Adrienne suggested in a Facebook note about it that I should write for them,