Josh Reynolds

Via Warren Ellis:

The warning people are being given as they return to New Orleans:

Bill Bennett on the radio.

I threw up yesterday.

In happier news the New York Times has a story on spelling bees in which I'm mentioned.

By the way, the spelling bee in tomorrow. I hope you can come. 8 pm at Freddys. Should be a blast as always.

I was doing some searching about the bee and stumbled on this on Gothamist from this past April:

I've been to both bees, and the one at Freddy's doesn't even compare -- it's loud and dark and people talk through the entire thing! The one at Pete's has a stage, in its own area of the bar without any distractions, and people actually cheer and pay attention, and the emcees tell jokes. At Pete's, they're putting on a show. At the other one, it's kind of like how people play darts in a half-assed way while having a conversation about something else.

Posted by: spelly speller at April 12, 2005 07:55 PM

Bite update:

I went to the doctor today and got a prescription for antibiotics and a tetanus shot. Sarah(the woman who owns the cat) called me and told me that when her neighbors woke up the next day they opened the door and saw a pool of congealed blood on the floor in front of her apartment. Of course, she was out of town and didn't answer her door. There was so much that they suspected foul play and called the super who called the police who then broke in her apartment to see is she was alright. As I told her at least your neighbors are paying attention and notice a big bunch of blood in the hall so happy silver lining!

I catsit for a friend. She's not my good friend but I like her a lot. She's also got the meanest, most evil cat I've ever experienced. The first time I went over there to feed it about a three months ago (she's gone for work quite a bit) it was very friendly and would let me pick it up and pet it. Then something changed. Everytime I showed up after that it would howl and generally make this insane racket and even once attacked my leg leaving scratch marks on it. After that happened I was very wary of this cat (I don't know it's name) and would basically hold my messenger bag in front of me when I was there as a shield. It would just attack that and generally go berserk when I was there and make it hard for me to clean the catbox and get the food in the bowl. This weekend was the worst. Friday I was there and Hellcat wouldn't even let me near the food so I just got out of there as quickly as I could. As I was leaving the cat attacked some plastic bags hanging on the door and I could hear this happening as I locked the door. Then last night happened. I showed up and Hellcat was in the bedroom. I shut the door on that little shit and went into the kitchen to put the food down. I could hear it in there with its crazy howl and as I was scooping out the catbox I had a plan. The bedroom door was near the front door so what i would do is open the front door and as the cat came out I would bolt for the front door and get out. This isn't how this played out. I opened the front door and then the bedroom door and out came this walking, meowing piece of Satan's realm. It ran out and attacked my foot with a vengeance. I shook it off and tried to get out the door but as I did it jumped up and bit me on the meaty part of the hand right below the thumb. I shook it off and got outside. As I was locking the door I noticed that my hand was bleeding. By that I mean it was bleeding more than I can ever remember bleeding before. So much that blood was dripping on the floor and there was a blood trail down the stairs as I left. I had two bloody hands at that point just from holding the one bloody hand and so as I walked down the street to my next stop, a New Orleans benefit/dinner party, I figured that walking in with bloody hands would be pretty sweet. However, a gentleman smoking at a bar on the thirteen block walk to Amelie's apartment (the hostess) said "What the hell happened to you?" and I told him and he urged that I should probaly wash all the blood off. So I went in the bar and did so after the bartended opened the door and turned on the faucet for me so I wouldn't get them all bloody. So, I showed up at the party with a wound oozing blood and my hand horribly swollen. I hung out at at the party and had a lot fun. Corona Light had a magical effect in making me forget my tangle with the little tiger. I hadn't planned on going to the doctor but the bite was just not stopping with the blood. I put bandaids on but I still bled all over Heather's pillow and sheets and even into this evening it was still coming out. Plus, my hand is now really swollen so I think a visit to Ye Olde Doctore is in order.

You are a Social Liberal (78% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (23% permissive) You are best described as a: Strong Democrat Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid

Actual conversational topic at Taaffe this week: When Bon Jovi says he's seen a million faces and he's rocked them all does that mean he's rocked everyone who ever saw the band or that he's seen, like 8 million faces and he's rocked 1/8, but that's pretty good anyway and he's just guilty of the sin of omission?

Also, his new record cover is my least favorite record cover art perhaps of all time:

In anticipation of today's OC I had hoped to put on the blog an email exchange Kathy and I had had discussing all the things that have been going on in the new season. Unfortunately, the discussion is on my work email and when I access blogger from work it crashes my computer which is why I've been so long between the posts. Hopefully, I can get this worked out soon.

Who doesn't want to read Wal-Mart's blog?

Very busy playing Urban Dead.

I know this is immature of me but I really hate people who use the word "Cali" to refer to California.

I'm sitting here watching a nauseating flirtation scene which is where the Caliator is holding forth about his favorite band who are "cool acid jazz with Ibooks" and how he can't wait to go to Vermont for the ski season.

Ok, thank god. A customer just came in so 1/2 of the flirtation combo has to go make her a latte. God, that was painful.

Chief Justice Rehnquist is dead.

I am still alive.

Don Godwin is fine and in Missouri.

There are many lesbians at this coffeeshop.