Poppy Z. Brite's Blog, page 92
February 5, 2010
Hoops Dat
Dear LeBron, bite me. I have always said you were overrated. Dear Shaq, WHO DAT!!!
(Bonus points to Dilbert creator Scott Adams for this answer: "Saints are obviously favored by the Almighty Creator of the Universe. Colts are hoofed beasts that poop wherever they're standing. Advantage: Saints. The score will be infinity to 666.")
(Bonus points to Dilbert creator Scott Adams for this answer: "Saints are obviously favored by the Almighty Creator of the Universe. Colts are hoofed beasts that poop wherever they're standing. Advantage: Saints. The score will be infinity to 666.")
February 4, 2010
England Supports Who Dat Nation
England, I love you more than ever today. Thank you for supporting Who Dat Nation! (This is an essential video to watch if you want to hear a bunch of Brits saying "WHO DAT!")
February 3, 2010
Who Dat
To make up for subjecting you to Steve Kelley, I give you the beauteous Bobby Hebert singing "When the Saints Go Marching In" ... in the style of Louis Armstrong!
(I was going to embed it so you could just click on the arrow, but I'm too stupid, technologically inept, and/or superflu-addled to do that, but the link is totally, totally worth it.)
(I was going to embed it so you could just click on the arrow, but I'm too stupid, technologically inept, and/or superflu-addled to do that, but the link is totally, totally worth it.)
February 2, 2010
Boo Dat
... And then of course there are assholes like this who make me understand why not everybody felt great about the Buddy D dress parade. I assure you that Steve Kelley does not represent the Who Dats who proudly made themselves beautiful for Buddy on Sunday, and I'm disappointed in the Times-Picayune for printing this har-de-har-har oh-I-fear-for-my-manhood fratboy shit ... but then I'm also disappointed in them for making him their doesn't-get-New-Orleans editorial cartoonist, printing his kn...
February 1, 2010
The Value of Butt
I've read as much of the Amazon/Macmillan crap as I can stand (if you don't know about this and want to, this seems a good link to start with). All I can think about is A) how bitterly I railed against Amazon all those years ago (about totally different stuff; not claiming prophecy here, but I did tell you they were evil) and B) how everfucking glad I am to not be in this business anymore. Or at least to not currently be in this business. Traditional publishing is falling apart, it wasn't wor...
Buddy D's Dress Parade
If you can stand up, you can go to the parade.
I couldn't stand up this morning, at least not without swaying alarmingly, and so I missed the greatest parade ever in the history of New Orleans. There are lots more videos on YouTube if you search for "Buddy D dress parade," but this one has a good view of Bobby Hebert in his black and gold gown and long princess wig at 4:07. I know there's no point in beating myself up for catching a virus, but ... still ... I should've made Chris push me in th...
I couldn't stand up this morning, at least not without swaying alarmingly, and so I missed the greatest parade ever in the history of New Orleans. There are lots more videos on YouTube if you search for "Buddy D dress parade," but this one has a good view of Bobby Hebert in his black and gold gown and long princess wig at 4:07. I know there's no point in beating myself up for catching a virus, but ... still ... I should've made Chris push me in th...
January 30, 2010
Be A New Orleanian Wherever You Are
This editorial by Richard Campanella is the best explanation I've found of just what last week's and next week's Saints games mean to New Orleans, and why it reaches far beyond just football. We don't necessarily expect to be "America's team" (never having really felt like part of America, especially after 8-29-05, that would be strange and disorienting to us), but we do appreciate that people elsewhere are rooting for us: non-football fans, even Vikings fans (by and large, the classiest bunc...
January 25, 2010
Superbowl Bound
I remember the first time we drove back into New Orleans after the levees failed.
Tired, sad, and scared half to death of what we might find at our home, we came in across the Causeway, and the sight of the skyline simultaneously lifted and pierced our hearts. At the skyline's own heart was the no-longer-white curve of the Superdome, torn open to its skeleton, our symbol of hope become a symbol of helplessness and death.
Standing in the middle of the Dome last night, Coach Sean Payton said, "Th...
Tired, sad, and scared half to death of what we might find at our home, we came in across the Causeway, and the sight of the skyline simultaneously lifted and pierced our hearts. At the skyline's own heart was the no-longer-white curve of the Superdome, torn open to its skeleton, our symbol of hope become a symbol of helplessness and death.
Standing in the middle of the Dome last night, Coach Sean Payton said, "Th...
January 23, 2010
New Things Growing
Today I had energy. Extra spoons, as they say. I used most of it to start cleaning out my garden, which took a huge hit in our recent freeze (three days, a minor matter for northern gardens but a 20-year freeze in New Orleans). I think some of it (e.g. my huge grove of variegated ginger, which desperately needed pruning anyway) will come back, but a lot of stuff is gone, including my pencil cacti and a 5-foot poinsettia I'd grown from one of last year's Christmas plants. Well, the yard was lo...
January 14, 2010
More Haiti
I know I have to stop looking at stuff about Haiti, but I feel guilty when I do. In the worst times after the federal levee failure, I had this feeling of "How DARE people be going on with their normal lives in other places?!" Now here I am, going to the doctor and making groceries while they bleed and starve. I have blogged. I have tweeted. I have linked. I have given money I couldn't really spare to Doctors Without Borders. I have shed tears. I have no skills or physical strength that would...
