Listen to me!

Can you hear me, now? Good. Now listen to me. I did a podcast interview with the fine folks at Hey Brooklyn! You can hear me prattle on about The First Annual Grand Prairie Rabbit Festival, blogging, work and lord knows what else. I even attempt to read a passage from the book at one point. It was a cold read on a passage I hadn’t read out loud before, so, well, it’s not my usual effort worthy of a Grammy. Anyway, go check it out.

The Christmas Tornado

You know it’s Christmas Eve in Louisiana when you’re under tornado warning for the next fifteen minutes and you’re sitting in a chair, drinking coffee and looking out the window to try to see one! (Full disclosure: We haven’t seen one. And we’re probably just a tad outside the official warning zone.)

But hey, it is 71 degrees and I was beat down by a 10.99 all-you-can eat fried catfish and fried shrimp (yes, at the same time) dinner last night. (Wednesday’s, Miss Johnnie’s in Krotz Springs.)

Anyway, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all. Thanks for following along. Thanks for the support. Endeavors such as these would be impossible without you.

10 Things You Can Do to Make Me Rich!

The First Annual Grand Prairie Rabbit Festival starts shipping in eight (8) days and the nation is just bursting with excitement about it. OK, so maybe a handful of people are bursting with excitement and everyone else is just bursting from too much holiday food and the mental strain of the New Orleans Saints making the playoffs.
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When Cadman Plaza Looked Like Queens

As a resident of the Cobble Hill/Brooklyn Heights area, I have a love-hate relationship with Cadman Plaza. I love the open space and the soft-easy-on-the-knees cinder track. I hate that it looks like the Wolverines from Red Dawn failed and the Commies built half the stuff in and around the park. That said, this video reveals what it was like “back in the day.” It was a cluster-farg of elevated train tracks and NOISE and … well, it’s funny to think the plaza would not be a plaza had historical preservation groups been around back then. No, instead it would look like the lovely Roosevelt Ave. area of Jackson Heights. (Then again, maybe real estate would be cheaper in the area.) This comes from The Brooklyn Heights Blog.

Harry Potter and the Expensive Regift

Last night, Susan and I went to a friend’s annual Christmakwanzakkah party out in Hoboken, N.J. This friend’s a classy sort of broad and provides both food (including sushi!) and booze. Still, I don’t like showing up at a party without some sort of alcohol in tow, especially considering the amount I drink. So we grabbed a bottle of red down from the shelf. Perhaps you have a similar shelf–bottles of decent wines that friends give you as gifts or bring over and some day you’ll get around to drinking them, but really you don’t entertain THAT much and when you do, the same people bring over more bottles.
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The MTA Strikes Again

I have trouble figuring out a 20 percent tip on a $100 check, but I guarantee you I could do better budgeting than the morons over at the MTA. Once again, THEIR PROJECTIONS ARE COMPLETELY WRONG! (Sorry for the all caps, but that was me talking to my TV this morning.

The Metropolitan Transportation Authority’s revenue projections are suddenly running $200 million below what was expected, while the agency is coping with $143 million in cuts in state financing, agency officials said on Monday.

SUDDENLY? They’re SUDDENLY running below what was expected? How does that happen? Who’s the idiot making the projections? (Then again, considering that analysts at big-name firms predicted a 5% increase in retail sales this holiday season, perhaps the entire “analysis industry” is doing its part to hire special-needs workers.)

But the question remains? How does the MTA still exist? Bloomberg broke up the school boards with help from the state. They can’t take down a board made up of his rich friends? … Oh. I see.

The Team That Will Not Be Mentioned

So, like a genius, I wrote about a certain Louisiana-based football team. After that very same team almost lost to the Washington Redskins, I received a call from New Orleans yesterday. It went something like this:

“Don’t you dare write about the [Team I Will No Longer Mention] until the season is over! You almost jinxed them! I will kill you!”

This phone call was from a woman. One thing I learned early in life is never cross a female football fan from South Louisiana. She WILL cut you.