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Spring Break!

Taking a break so I can party work…

Spring Break, Chumps!

Spring Break, Chumps!

While it’s been years since I’ve actually had a Spring Break, I thought I’d take some time off from blogging about comics and other random mess so I could focus on the important things in life – namely work.

Don’t fear all four of you who comment on my blog, I’ll still be tweeting away so you can get your foulmouth fix in the left sidebar. I’m just really burnt out and since my job requires that I type a lot, I’m starting to notice my cyborg arm is getting easily tired easily. Anywho, follow me on Twitter or possibly Facebook if I accept you as a friend, which I will because I can always use more friends.

One a completely random note, you should do yourself a favor and pick up Erykah Badu’s New Amerykah Part Two (Return of the Ankh). It’s a fantastic album and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched Window Seat (which you can watch below!).  I thought the video was beautifully shot even if I wish she didn’t traumatize white folks on street by stripping (how hard would it had been to get a permit?)

Oh and a completely other note, watch Fringe.

The Best Show on Television - Fringe

The Best Show on Television - Fringe

It’s one of my favorite shows and it just keeps setting the bar higher and higher for prime-time Scifi dramas (V, you should be taking notes).

Later, hebrews and shebrews.


So I’ve been ignoring my blog recently. Not because there isn’t things to blog about, I’m just a little burnt out. From both work and life. Either are particularly difficult, I’m just really in need of some time away from computers and New Orleans.

I wish I had a rocket to go to Uranus right now…

Annual Mardi Gras Post

Krewe Du Vieux 2010

I don’t know what to say about Mardi Gras that I had said in years past. It’s my favorite time of year, I get to wear eye makeup and no one blinks (with the exception of Joey who kept telling me how distracting it was) and drink. A lot. Though I did promise myself this year would be different, this year I wouldn’t drink so much that I would be bed ridden for days upon days afterwards. I assume this means I’m growing up (which is directly related to a 7 month old baby actively being in my life).  I’m actually excited for once to just be around people I know and watch the floats.

Blurry Ant & Dan

Last weekend was Krewe Du Vieux which is the parade I usually get so drunk out that I forget my name and where I live and I didn’t even do that this year. In fact I wasn’t even hung over. It was so fantastically amazing. I came home with more throws in previous years and I got these really amazing underwear with a sperm on the back (as pictured above).  The parade I am really looking forward to is Endymion. This is the first parade I ever saw in New Orleans almost 10 years ago so this year feels like it will extra special to me. I don’t know why nor have I really thought about it but Endymion is the parade that fills me with this sense of childhood wonder and delight. Like its name sake, it’s a sleeping prince that awakening in a thunderous howl. He grabs the most colorful garments and start twirling them around until the seem to shimmer. That is what this parade is to me. Color and noise and expression. Everything I love so dearly.  Ah. This year seems like it will be the best year ever – no one to babysit, no using my home as a hostel, and most importantly I’ll probably save like $300 dollars by buying my own alcohol and staying uptown this year.

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing...

Mardi Gras 2010 will be enchanting.

I Almost Died

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Three years ago this basketball hoop fell on me and almost killed me. That is all.

Sexy Stripper Sunday (Sort of)

Well this has been one of those weeks with me and Dan. Not quite fighting but not quite fornicating either. I blame myself. I’ve been busy trying to wrap up all these little projects of mine and well I have been tired by the time he gets home. However I woke up this morning and well…words fail me so let me show what I feel right now:

Intense, right? Seriously though in my current state that is what I would be doing if I were a stripper. But not having such a nimble physique, I have resorted to pummeling children in Marvel vs Capcom 2 on Xbox Live. Oh, did you know they cursed like sailors on Xbox Live because I had no fucking clue. I signed in and it was “fuck you mother fucking fag” and teabagging threats constantly. It was like a completely different experience for me because I curse a lot and to hear people cursing at each other with such malice and hatred over 20 hit combos was like being welcomed home.  In fact when I left the fight, I looked up cursing on Xbox Live and was amazed there was a study done –  Frequency of Profanity in Halo 2.

I can chuckle at this because I’m an adult but really where are these kids learning this shit from? When I was growing up fuck was really the only word I knew. Now they know them all and can string them together in sentence which require no verbs at all.

Anyway, the only reason I really wrote this (besides being so horny) was to post that gif.  I miss Chardonnay.  She was an excellent stripper.

Two Men and a Baby

Us with the baby So a few days ago I got a letter from two of my favorite people in the world with a picture of me, Dan and the their baby together. I don’t know why but seeing us with the baby has actually done something to me. I’m not saying I want one or even entertaining the idea of getting one in the next 5 years but it is a nice thought. We’ve been together for almost 7 years now and you get to a point in a relationship where you start thinking about this sort of stuff.

I use to think stuff like wanting a baby or even a marriage was the “playing straight” thing but now that I’m getting older I realize it is about creating a life with someone you love (oh god, did I just type that shit…).

Either way, I’m excited to be the baby’s “guncle” with Dan and just having this picture on our fridge gives me a daily reminder of what is important in life.

The Devil’s Right Hand or Crappy Old Art

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This is something I did four years ago. It was a painting of Dan’s parents but it just never made it there. So I ended up drawing on it with indian ink. Needless to say, his parents never got it and Dan ended up loving it. Until yesterday it was hanging in our office, now it packed up and over at the new house. I really want to add some color on top of the black (acrylic paint maybe) but knowing me I’ll grab a whiteout pen and highlight areas I find appealing.

Focused (Comedic) Writing


This is one fresh ass jeri curl.

After a failed debut, I’ve decided I will not drink and actually write out jokes before I go on stage. So I’m going to sit down and start fucking writing jokes…NOW.

If you are wondering where I’ll be performing, well Carrollton Station of course.

I’m aiming for the last week in June and so far I’ve only got three jokes and they are either about how much a homo I’m not or how I could never be anymore of minority than I already am.

Hot Like Fire

Why is it always so fucking hot in New Orleans during the summer? I wish I was in fucking Atlanta right now.

New Apartment in the French Quarter

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So I went to look at an apartment in the French Quarter today because my landlady is an asshole who never fixes anything and I  live in the ghetto. Needless to say, I saw the view and I fell in love with the place. If I take the place I will be paying less and have a balcony in the Quarter. How unbelievable would that be? This is the website for the complex – DH Holmes. I am completely in love with the idea of having a pool on my roof. June 1st can’t get here fast enough.