Poppy Z. Brite's Blog, page 98

Green Goddess on Gourmet.com

Hanging in here. Had a nice weekend with Chris: lakefront, beautiful softshell crabs at R&O by the lake, driving along the lakefront, visiting the (somewhat worse for wear) Mardi Gras Fountain, going to the zoo, laughing a lot. Also, for anyone who didn't catch it on Twitter or chefcdb, The Green Goddess made the front page of Gourmet.com! (The story's no longer on the front page, but still on the site.) Pretty amazing for a restaurant that's only been open three months, but I truly thought Chri

A.D. by Josh Neufield

There's a new graphic novel out, A.D.: New Orleans After the Deluge by Josh Neufield, who has previously done artwork for Harvey Pekar's great American Splendor. (I usually include Amazon links because it seems to be easiest for all concerned, but in this case I ask you to support an independent New Orleans bookstore, Octavia Books, if possible. Amazon does have A.D. in stock, though.) The three panels reprinted in today's Times-Picayune made me lie down and bawl for twenty minutes, so I don't k

Meat in My Blood

I hadn't been quite right since I gave that blood three weeks ago. It literally took a lot out of me. Today, I finally felt like the bacon cheeseburger I had at the Camellia Grill put it all back. Actually, "had" isn't quite the word; "destroyed while loudly nomming" was more like it. Chris had a chili-cheese omelet with chili-cheese fries and we both had chocolate-cherry freezes. It was a very romantic date, like Archie & Jughead at Pop Tate's. I had him with me for the whole day and he's aslee

P.S.

I have now closed off my office so the cats cannot degrade it any further. Soon I will move on to cleaning it. Everything that's still in boxes gets thrown out. If I haven't used it for two years, I don't need it. I must do this, if only so I can A) start reading my friends list again -- it's amazing how much you miss people; and B) start making stuff again. I want to make a Chinese-red box. It'll have gold on it too, of course, but then everything I make has gold on it.

Hunting For Trouble

As most of you know, I'm extremely fond of my Second Amendment rights, but this ad from today's paper cracked me up. Yes, I always take along my snub-nosed revolvers when I go hunting. I find them especially useful for the deer that let me walk right up and stick it in their bellies.*




*For the record, I'm not against hunting for food, but I don't really do it. Could if I had to, but don't feel the desire. I have been known to wet a line, but both the fish and the pelicans who mocked me will tell

Osmeterium

Someone waved his osmeterium at me today, and it smelled just awful.

Before you start thinking Chris is a pervert with freaky anatomy, I should explain that an osmeterium is a fleshy, retractable organ above the heads of swallowtail caterpillars, which gives off a pungent odor when everted. I had only read about it until today, when I noticed that one of my black swallowtail cats was perched precariously on a half-broken branch of fennel, in danger of plummeting three or four feet to the ground (

Shaking It Off

I am in the painful process of weaning myself off Tramadol, the last holdover from my painkiller days. I've been taking it for two years and am able to use it responsibly (i.e. solely for the treatment of physical pain) because it doesn't produce a high, but I am tired of the dependency, tired of dealing with the B.S. of doctors and online pharmacies, tired of needing a pill to keep myself from hurting. If I'm meant to hurt, I'll hurt. At least some of this has got to be rebound pain that will l

Going to Bed

Dear World,

I'm tired and sad and in despair at the state of the world, so I'm going to go to bed and pull the covers over my head and sleep for about a week. If you call and I don't answer, please don't take it personally, OK?

Love,

PZB

Live From New Orleans

This is the actual me coming to you on my actual computer in my actual office -- no PZBot, no iPhone, no LJ App. I'd almost forgotten that one of the pitfalls to posting in this environment is the forest of long white legs I must peer through as Frankie walks back and forth on my keyboard. Whaddaya say, Frankie?

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I find that a bit excessive.

In the Dangerous Plants Dept.: Received from txtriffidranch via marrus, one Nepethes pitcher plant in

iPhone app

Kind of a simplistic app, though. Can't edit entries. Can't read friends list. Can't move ... can't breathe ... can't form complete sentences (and if you get that reference, I love you). Good for quick posting and that's about it. Well, it was free, and like I said, it'll be great for trips on which I want to blog but don't want to lug my laptop.

ETA: I was wrong; you can edit entries, but it's no easier than doing so in Safari.]