york99

The irony is...

2008-10-31T23:10:05Z

... if John McCain had switched parties like he contemplated a few years back and was running on the Democratic ticket, he'd probably be coasting to victory right now.

It Sounds Insightful in my Head

2008-10-29T07:00:02Z

Republicans are scared of what they don't know.
Democrats are scared of what they do know.

Here's my newest theory:

2008-10-16T05:43:30Z

The United States is fundamentally a republican country. Not the Republicans today. I mean republican: small government, free market, guns, etc. Democrats are the IT guys. They're the nerds that come in and fix the situation when the Republican machine has gone too far away from their republican ideals.

But while 'Revenge of the Nerds' was one of the best movies ever made, 'Revenge of the Nerds Part 2: Nerds in Paradise' was one of the worst. Why? We need nerds to come in and fix our problems. Stan and the rest of the Alpha Betas have abused their power and now they're corrupt. They're broken. Nerds come in and shake things up. They fix the problem. [Nerds Part 1] But nobody likes it when nerds are in charge and on top. [Nerds Part 2] People want to get back to when the Cool people are in charge.

Put another way, the cool a-holes from Animal House in 1978 got corrupt and became the evil (yet hilarious) Stan, Ogre and the rest of the Alpha Betas from Revenge of the Nerds in 1984. After the Nerds fixed things, we wanted the cool kids to have some fun again and there was a rejection of the nerds in 1994 with Jeremy Pivens' break-out hit PCU. That stretched for a while into 2003's Old School, but we all knew that at the end of the day, the title is right and that school of thought is old. This country needs a new Revenge of the Nerds. Ladies and Gentlemen, The P! Co.

Some Open Letters

2008-10-14T06:16:15Z

Dear store owners everywhere,
If you have double doors, why would you keep one locked? Do you enjoy watching people look foolish or do you just not care?

Dear Les Miles,
I don't care if you lose every other game this season, just beat those fuckers at Alabama.

Dear Dave and Rachel,
I wish I would have known that toasts were open. I would have prepared mine better. But I didn't break my first rule: keep it short.

Dear Bob and Erika,
I gotta see that kid. I've got a dirty trick up my sleeve. I won't bother you about it for about a year after that.

Dear Teresa,
Your ears are now the most appealing part of you.

Dear Republicans,
The worst part about you is that you're no longer Republicans.

Dear Democrats,
Try... just try not to take advantage of the situation.

Dear improv,
See you in a couple of weeks. This time apart will be good for us. I promise. And don't worry, I'll be faithful.

Dear Texans,
What the fuck is wrong with you that you walk down the center of the aisle in parking lots... even when you see bright-ass lights in front of you at night that weren't there before?

Dear Comedy,
I'm sorry what I'm doing to you with WWN, but it's a means to an end. I'll make it up to you.

Dear Rachel Maddow,
Even though we're on the same team right now, I think you're Keith's smug, annoying little sister and I hope you get the shits on election night.

Dear Keith Olbermann,
You're in the right. There's no need to be such a dickhead about it. I still like you because you're funny. Does your little sister always have to tag along.

Dear CNN,
Even though you're the most fair of the big three 24-hour news networks, you're horribly boring.

Dear Alabama,
I like it when you don't suck, but I hate it when you're doing this well. I hope you get the shits on election night.

Dear Ritalin,
Thanks for the ups. Damn you for the downs.

Dear New Orleans,
I'm coming home, Mama. I'm coming home. I've missed you terribly. I can't wait to show you off.

Dear ColdTowne,
Don't get jealous. I live with you. You get the last dance.

Dear Jimmy Buffet,
Hey dude! I almost forgot about you.

With love and respect,
Justin

Life is About the Little Moments

2008-10-04T18:44:45Z

Driving yesterday on a beautiful October day.
Arthur bursts out laughing.
He saw a girl kick over a crucifix.
Thanks... um... God?

york99 @ 2008-07-26T00:44:00

2008-07-26T05:58:17Z

I judged the Air Guitar finals tonight. Never have I been so comfortable in the spotlight. It came with an ease and enjoyability I can't describe.

Now don't get me wrong, it wasn't the best experience I've ever had in a spotlight. A huge part of what I love about improv is that I often don't feel comfortable. I get off on the idea that I don't know what's coming and I CAN'T prepare for what's coming.

With this Air Guitar competition, I felt like everything was in slow motion. I got a lot of reinforcement from the stage manager and from my fellow judge, Johnny Walker, who had a lot of experience. So all my initial doubts were stricken quickly. Ok, I'm gushing and rambling, so I am done now. But man oh man, that was good. It just felt natural... it felt... right.

Thank you.

Also Needed: A hole in my head

2008-07-24T19:49:30Z

"From the Desk of Carol Mossy York

Dear Jus,
We love, love, loved seeing you last week!

I'm enclosing an early birthday or something [check]...

It does come with a little lecture, however. I'm so proud of what you've done with ColdTowne, but I do worry about your future - e.g. ability to pay bills, health insurance, blah blah, blah. Maybe, you ought to hedge your bet and get a more serious back-up job???

There, I said it.

I love you,
Mom"

Dream another tedious boring-ass little dream

2008-07-06T15:11:55Z

The clock is ticking. Gotta make that flight. I'm in luck; no line at the security check-in of the international gate at Atlanta-Hartsfield Airport. I put my ID and ticket in the dish and race through the metal detector. No time to grab them on the way out. I can come back. I just need to check on the flight status first to see if I have time to go grab my jacket that's somewhere on the free side of security. Heart pounding. Looking in each direction. An arm waves me into a room.

It's a classroom with a douchebag leading the discussion on orientation of international travel. "I like to keep everyone here until 2:00. Now, let's go around the room so each of you can tell the class your stupid [sic] story about how you got to travel OUT OF THE COUNTRY!"

Really? 20 minutes and only 2 stories later, I gotta run. No telling where my ID and ticket are. "Well, you can go check on that, but come straight back. I like to keep everyone here until 2:00."

Ughgh.

Seriously, what's up with my boring dreams?

Decisions

2008-06-30T22:09:58Z

I've made my share of bad decisions in my life. Likewise, I've made my share of good ones. Last night, I made one of the better ones: to watch "The Two Coreys".

Joe Bless You

2008-06-24T09:46:45Z

My dad worked really hard and still does. He often has mornings where he gets up at 3 or 4 to go to the hospital to deliver a baby and that’s just the start of his day. He was usually home by 5, just in time for dinner and then off to his room where he would nap until it was time for bed. It’s no dig on him as a father, but the fact is that he wasn’t around a whole lot. He was busy as a top-notch provider. I had to take care of a lot of the raising on my own. When I met other grown-ups, they always alluded to my dad as being the wild guy, the unpredictable one, and, above all, funny. It was a quality I really enjoyed being associated with. I appreciate the ‘work hard play hard’ lifestyle and mentality.

When I was twelve years old, I moved to the third floor of our house. My parents used to joke that I was in the CIA because they didn’t see me much after that. What was I doing up there? Up to no good? Well, a little. But mostly I was watching comedy on TV and reading about comedy and comedians. They were like philosophers to me. They taught me the way the world really works when you pull back the bullshit. They helped raise me… some more than others.

A year or two earlier, I was at the video store and my friends and I rented George Carlin’s “Playing with Your Head,” a stand-up showcase of his. I’d never seen anything like this hyperactive man in a queer lavender sweater who used names like Klaus and Wilhelm and I haven’t seen much to rival him since. His books opened my eyes to what comedy could be, like only Woody Allen’s had previously. I devoured all of his CDs, even the early “AM” years that were tame and not funny. He taught me that even rape could be funny in the right context.

In the summer of 1992 when I prayed that there was a God so I could punch him in his fucking face for stealing my dog, Gretal, only George Carlin was there to level with me and tell me the truth that religion is a racket. Question everything and everyone… even him. The only real ally is the truth.

I thought that had he died and the news never covered it, I wouldn’t have been affected. His influence on me, while strong, no longer relied on current material. His specials were further in between. The last two or three were not nearly as funny and came across as more angry diatribes than comedic pieces. The torch had been passed to others long ago. But I learned through different tributes to him that he was still working and writing. He was still advising comics. He was slipping ideas to people like Keith Olbermann on the condition that he not be credited.

He was still affecting me daily and I didn’t even realize it. My tears aren’t for a lost memory. They’re for a parent whose relationship with me changed as I grew up. Good bye. Apparently, I will miss you after all.

I hope there is a heaven, because he’s up there getting back all the stuff he ever lost and playing in the balloon room. As he suggested, since I’m not going to wake him up now, I’m going to have a moment of screaming for the dead. Joe bless you.

The Great White (Over)Hype

2008-06-23T22:17:03Z

I know there's been a WHOLE LOT of talk on the news, the internet and at water coolers throughout the country, but Scope White sucks.

Sign o' the Times

2008-06-18T00:01:56Z

Just found out my girlfriend from high school is engaged. At one point, she was the love of my life and I honestly thought we'd be together forever... and not in that naive kid kind of way... I don't think.

I feel like I should be nostalgic or sad or something. Nope. Just happy for her.

Congrats, Jean.

Clowns to the LEFT of me; Clowns to the RIGHT...

2008-05-31T19:50:28Z

It's interesting to me that my friends from New Orleans and my family view me as a bleeding-heart liberal and my friends from California and (I suspect) Austin view me as pretty conservative.

I guess if both sides disagree with me, I must be doing something right.

It reminds me of when I worked at The Tonight Show and part of my job was reading and responding to viewer mail and emails. Whenever Jay had Bill Maher on, we were flooded with complaints that Jay was pandering to the left and this was typical. Whenever Jay had Dennis Miller on, we were bombarded with complaints that Jay was truly showing his right-wing colors and this was just another in a long line of conservative values that he's supporting.

I hated both of these views and responded accordingly. But it was the lady I pissed off about a Catholic Priest joke that got me called into all the producers' offices who told me that they would have fired me had I not already put in my notice. Of everyone, they were actually correct... and that was the second of at least three times that my big mouth got me fired or almost fired.

I am who I am: Popeye!

Did I say Dixie Carter?

2008-05-27T03:41:11Z

I meant Adam Corolla. But just look at them. I hardly think this is MY faux pas.

Most Stressful Night

2008-05-25T08:49:22Z

The Eve of Dixie Carter's birthday will always be stressful. What do I get her? Oh.

Proof of God

2008-03-29T07:21:13Z

Too strong a subject line? Absolutely. But I'm a big fan of eyecatching headlines.

Still, I'm amazed at how the world knows to correct itself at times. A very specific thing has had me very upset [no, actually NOT too strong a line] lately.

Tonight God/Nature/TheAlmightyWatchMaker/Whoever let me know that I'm not alone... I'm not wrong.... I just need to be more creative. When I figure out what that means for me, I'll let you know.

But either way, rebirth.

Yeah, I can make a post on LJ that doesn't make fun of LJ. Deal with it................ me.

Or am I?

Improv Boner: Hard

2007-09-25T15:09:42Z

In reverse order:

Had rehearsal for tentatively called Smoking Arm last night. It was frickin' awesome. Can't wait to play with each person. Good to be coached again. Great to work on the fundamentals. I've promised myself that I will push my limits, take bigger risks, get out of my comfort zone, let the awesomeness of everyone else affect me, and allow my own brand of awesome to emerge. We all had great moments and we all had struggling moments... but those struggling moments were growth and learning -- I could see it.

This weekend my parents came to town. I really only get nervous now when family or non-improv world friends are in the audience. I had a tiny bit of liquid encouragement, but not even tipsy. Just get-the-edge-offy. At the beginning of Stool Pigeon I held back a bit. I gave myself a mental pep talk and went for it. I still was more support than lead, but I chalk it up to a good show for me and a great show overall. ColdTowne show was even better. Although I was aware they were in the audience, I overcame.

I didn't get enthusiastic accolades from them... in fact, they sort of avoided the topic. Yes, this bugged me a bit. But overall, my attitude was "this is what I'm doing and, though I do seek approval from you, it's not going to hurt too badly if I don't get it." I actually think they did enjoy it and they are proud of me, but we're not a family that's very good at expressing.... anything.

Boner: intact.

Walking Dead

2007-09-21T16:36:16Z

I wish whoever came up with weekends made them 3 days instead of 2. Or maybe whoever came up with weeks made them 8 days long with a 3 day weekend.

Bottom line: TIRED!

Haven't gotten a good night sleep in I don't know how long. Last night I could barely keep my eyes open through good shows. I took some 5-Hour energy and a half an adderall, but they just kept my mind awake; my body was whipped. It also prevented me from getting to sleep until about 3:30. I wake up at 7. Totally dragging ass right now with no end in sight.

Want to get TABC certified, but looking at my calendar, it's a minimum of 2 weeks before I can string 3 hours together without significantly sacrificing sleep or theater stuff. I don't know how long I can continue to burn this candle at both ends.

Strong-ass coffee is just making me jittery and nauseous.

Still, I like my life better than any alternative within my control.

Still....

Enslave that Bitch

2007-09-19T15:40:54Z

Last night I saw a truly wonderful sight.

Since the level 1 class is pretty big, we decided to cut it in half for the first hour -- Tami taching one half and me teaching the other half -- then joining them up for the second hour.

The first part of wonderful was how good this new class is after only two previous classes.

For the second half of the class, I decided to stick around. Tami had them run scenes for about 45 minutes then gave notes. The second part of wonderful was Tami giving the notes. Although I interjected with some notes of my own, the enthusiasm and the command and her unique way of connecting with newbies was awe inspiring. It was somehow nurturing without being condescending and direct without being off-putting. I almost feel badly for the people who missed out on her in the first hour.

Everyone's introduction to improv should be so fantastic. I want to tie her to a pole and make sure she teaches every level 1 to come through the ColdTowne Conservatory.

Looking forward to next week already.

Hung Over

2007-09-11T14:28:46Z

Last night was the first night in what seems like months that I didn't have anything to drink. Yet, I feel worse today than I have in a while. I think I understand cutting.

"Gee I'm Glad it's Raining" - Earnest

Some Days

2007-09-11T04:46:32Z

Some days are better than others.

Today=others

Dear Yvonne

2007-09-10T17:07:31Z

Dear Yvonne,

I’m writing this letter from me, not as a representative of ColdTowne or anything like that. I suppose this is overdue. I thought that time made it somewhat unnecessary, but when I saw the email from you that Tami forwarded to me, I figured I should go ahead and clear the air as much as possible. I’ll also preface by saying this is not an attempt to curry favor to go to the New Orleans Improv Festival. I was actually against going because I figured it would be a lot of awkwardness and I’m one to avoid confrontation. I know this goes against what I just said about enough time passing, but still, I know when there’s tension.

We miss you. We miss La Nuit. We miss New Orleans. I think we’d all trade everything for Katrina never to have happened, but that’s impossible. Like in improv, we had to drop our original idea when someone else initiated a hurricane and we ‘yes, anded’ ourselves into a good situation. I’ll try to keep the improv metaphors to a minimum.

I’ll tell you my story. It’s not the saddest story out there, but to minimize it just because others lost more is not fair to me. I’m not trying to get pity, either. I think you’ll have a better understanding of where I’m coming from. When the hurricane hit, I stayed at home with my dad. When the flooding started the next day, we knew we had to get out of town and so we met up with family in Houston. I don’t need to tell you what a mind fuck that was and what a horrible place that put us in (emotionally, though Houston sucks geographically, too). My first semblance of normalcy was meeting Tami and Jastroch at a bar one night because they were in Houston too. I can’t tell you how wonderful that was.

A few days later, they called me from Austin to say that we would have a show at Out of Bounds. I got in the car and raced to meet up with them and with Arthur and Chris. Seeing them and being able to perform with them was like finding a cooler of beer and a comfy bed on a deserted island. We later went to Tami’s friend’s lake house and discussed our future. They decided to stay in Austin because the improv community was so wonderful. They wanted me to stay, too. I wanted to stay, but I knew that I had to be with my family and I felt horrible at the idea of deserting my city in its time of need.

Some time in this mess, I knew Arthur was trying to organize an improv tour to raise money to save La Nuit. He was like a mad man and was calling in favors from all over. When I read the email from you to him that you were angry that he was using the CSZNOLA name without your permission rather than being flattered and appreciative, I was both crushed and angry at you. I really couldn’t believe it. I wanted nothing to do with you. In hindsight, I have to believe that your reaction was the result of miscommunication, displaced anger, or a combination of both. Perhaps my reaction to your email was, too.

I left Texas as soon as the power was back on in my parents’ house nine days after the storm. We were some of the very first people back in New Orleans and my father has a badge from the Sherriff’s office, so we had unrestricted access to the city. Nearly everything was a deserted, mud-caked mess. My heart broke over and over and over again, but I thought I had to stay strong and as a result, I was numb. My father had a medical practice in New Orleans East. The water had come up about 6 feet high and between that and the military or guardsmen who busted through checking for bodies or whatever, everything was destroyed. He built that practice from the ground up and worked hard there for over 20 years. After mindlessly trying to salvage anything we could for hours in haz-mat suits, we gave up. That was the third time in my life that I ever saw my dad cry.

My dad had another practice in Chalmette. Again, the water had come up about 6 feet and everything was destroyed. This practice my late grandmother started 40 or 50 years ago as the first pediatrician ever in Chalmette. His grandfather’s examining tables were in there. Ruined. I didn’t see him cry, but I knew.

We then went to our house in Mississippi. It was on Bay St. Louis in Pass Christian. This was my mother’s baby and my parents spent about every other weekend there. My dad actually went to the wrong lot because the whole area was leveled and it wasn’t easy to tell which property was which. My grandmother built that house in the 70’s. It was and remains the only place in this world where I ever felt truly comfortable in my own skin. I grew up there. I had fantasies of someday retiring there and having my ashes thrown in the bay when I died. A steal beam and a pile of bricks where the chimney had fallen was all that was left. I can still remember the hot sun beating down on me with mosquitoes eating me while I thrashed through the bricks in vain to try and find a pair of binoculars that had been in my father’s family for a long time and that held a lot of sentimental value to him. It’s tough to even type this.

The power in my house Uptown took more than two months to come back on, so I lived with my parents. About a year before the storm, my dad opened a third practice in Metairie. We didn’t know why he’d do that so close to retirement, but thankfully he did. The practice was losing money as it was getting started and most of his nurses were not back in the city. He needed me to help out. Also during this time, my father had a staff infection. I still don’t know what that is, but it’s very serious and he was in the hospital, mostly unconscious, for a week and a half on two separate occasions. My mother stayed by his side the entire time, except for the hour or so a day when I would relieve her and to take walks for exercise around the hospital. One doctor told me that he wouldn’t have given my dad even a 10% chance of living. I don’t have to tell you how difficult it is to have an ailing parent.

Throughout this whole time, I couldn’t even think about comedy or improv or anything else besides clinging closely to my family. I wasn’t thinking straight at all and even took the LSAT to apply for law school. Thankfully I did terribly on the test and Tulane denied me. After a while, when things got back to normal – whatever the hell that means anymore – I was totally lost. I didn’t have a job. Everything I was working toward had moved away. At this point, I’d heard about a couple of other nasty exchanges between you and the rest of ColdTowne, so I wasn’t in any hurry to run back to La Nuit. Plus, I was embarrassed and ashamed that I was a grown man without any direction. I wasn’t in any hurry to see anyone that I didn’t have to and didn’t think I deserved the privilege of making comedy. Sounds weird, I know, but nobody was thinking or acting clearly after Katrina. I assume that Katrina plus being pregnant and everything else had a lot to do with your behavior, as well.

I used to go to the ColdTowne web site and see all the wonderful things that they were doing in Austin. I was proud of them, but I was ashamed that I didn’t have the courage to follow my dream like they were doing. It wasn’t time for dreaming in my mind. It was time to grow up, be responsible, and stand by my city and my family. ColdTowne called me when they came to New Orleans over Christmas and said they were going to a show at Le Chat. I made excuses because I was too embarrassed to face them (something I finally admitted to them last week) and too embarrassed to face y’all, as it was awkward that I’d been living in New Orleans the whole time without contacting you. Again, this is irrational, but that’s the way it was.

I started a job as a salesman selling precious metals for collection and investment in January. I quickly proved to myself what I already knew: I’m a crappy salesman. I was miserable in the job and pretty miserable outside of it as well. ColdTowne came in again for Mardi Gras last year. I had a fantasy that they would ask me to join them in Austin and I vowed not to make the same stupid mistake twice. We did that show with you at Lucy’s and finally there was a ray of true happiness again. Plus, I broke that initial barrier with you and that situation seemed to have blown over. I was happy, though I found out later that there was a lot of tension I wasn’t seeing. Anyway, I could feel them working their way to asking me to go to Austin and I did everything I could to facilitate the question. It happened and by early May I was living in Austin.

Now to (finally) get to the heart of the matter: We DO respect you. We’ve never lost sight of the facts that a) You got Chris, Tami and Jastroch into improv in the first place and that b) You brought us all together and formed a great family in New Orleans. We remember that often and appreciate it always.

Something else to remember is that it was the terrible situation in New Orleans that broke us up. It’s not fair to place blame on anyone for trying to work toward a better life for themselves in a situation that nobody brought on themselves. I understand that this was one of the points you made in some heated email conversations – that you thought that ColdTowne had abandon you, the theater, and the city. Again, I have to chalk that up to irrational thinking and behavior in the aftermath of a very stressful situation. However, you mentioned in your most recent email to Tami that you put a lot of energy into us, citing sending me to Chicago as an example. It sounds to me as if you are not even taking the hurricane into account here. It’s not like I ran off and left you hanging. Everything was different. I had to take care of personal stuff. A lot of things changed after that, so to blame me for not being beholden to you is not fair… particularly when you told me in no uncertain terms that you would never want to take me on as a partner and were not paying me any kind of salary. I’m not going to apologize for taking care of myself and my family. A part of me does regret not calling you after the storm, but again, I was angry and I was in a crappy situation, as well.

You said that you were saddened by the falling out. I believe that. I also believe the several emails you wrote to Arthur and Jastroch that were filled with such venom and vitriol and accusations and blame and overall nastiness. I believe the accounts of you talking to people that you know in Chicago condemning ColdTowne for abandoning you and New Orleans and for using the hurricane for their own personal gain. That’s ridiculous. I never once heard of you apologizing for any of that. That’s ridiculous. You say that you’re saddened by the falling out, but as much as I try to see it from an unbiased point of view, you caused the falling out; then you exacerbated the situation; then you never took any steps to rectify it. There was nothing in that email that hinted in any sort of way that you are taking responsibility for the falling out. Nothing. If you don’t think that you are to blame at all, then there is no point in having the conversation you proposed. It would just be a forum for arguing.

As for things that you’ve heard that we have said about you, I can’t really respond without specifics. As for the Gainesville thing, I thought I remembered Ian saying it was some sort of misunderstanding. I also asked a Florida improviser friend about it and she couldn’t come up with anything. I know that we consciously decided to not air dirty laundry in public. First and foremost we want to put it behind us and move forward like the rest of the horrible outcomes of Katrina. I don’t mean that we want to put you behind us, just the negative situation that evolved. We have talked about you, however. You were a big part of our lives for a while. We talk about the good things. We talk about the nutty things. Yes, you are crazy. So are we and so is every friend that I have, to an extent. A story that might not be flattering is not necessarily bashing. It’s a lot more playful than sinister. We travel a lot for festivals all over the country. We think on a national level. We love that improvisers form a community, a subculture. New Orleans is part of that and you are part of that. If something truly negative or condemning did get out for whatever reason, then I apologize. Sincerely. There has never been intent to defame you, hurt you, or otherwise take you down. It simply does not behoove us and that’s not who we are.

The real bottom line is that we should all be able to put this behind us. We were all once a close-knit team. We all had a common goal. We all were victims many times over from the hurricane. We each dealt with it differently. We all had periods of intense emotions. We all regret the falling out. We all want to move on. I hope that can happen.

Sincerely,
Justin

PS: A few of us were in town a while back and hung out with Ian, Nick and others. They took us to the theater. We were wowed beyond belief. I am extremely impressed with what you’ve done with the place and we are all legitimately happy for your success.

Re: Viscount-Slim's latest post

2007-05-16T08:37:20Z

5/15/07

Re: The New Orleans statement

Being a native, I feel I'm something of an expert on the subject. I thought, naively as so many others, that the devastation of Katrina would provide an opportunity for the city to revitalize and improve where we lack so heavily. It has been heartbreaking to see that it's the same old shit and opportunities keep flying by.

Then I look at Austin (when moving, people told me "It's like New Orleans with a fuctional government") and see where it's "revitalizing and improving" and how that is destroying what made Austin great and "weird" in the first place. I've seen it in the single year I've lived here.

Thank God for the corruption and the incredible poverty and tremedous stupidity. Those are the qualities that will keep New Orleans New Orleans. Besides, even the rich people in New Orleans are not rich by standards of most American cities.

We are happy in our rut and a part of me misses it every single day.

Sorry so long in your LJ, this should have been in mine. Wait, there's still time!

From a sappy New Orleans article in the TP

2007-05-09T20:02:27Z

...
To end, here is a quote from the Times-Picayune
newspaper"

We dance when there is no music, We drink at funerals. We talk too much,
and live too large and, frankly, we're suspicious of others who
don't...When you meet us now and you look into our eyes, you will see
the saddest story ever told. Our hearts are broken into a thousand
pieces.
But don't pity us, we're gonna make it. After all, we've been rooting
for the Saints for 35 years.
That's got to count for something."

-Chris Rose, Times-Picayune Columnist, New Orleans

Oh well

2007-04-24T00:16:21Z

Last post was not intended to be public. I must have erred in my keyboard stroking. Not usually that open with such private matters, even to the few people who see this.

Oh well. It's out there. Maybe it helped someone... you know like the Wilson Philips song "Hold On." VH1 used to be good. Then again, it's roots were in sucking, so maybe it has just returned to where it came from.