queer and loathing

My Watanabe

The new bike:

This blog has become sooooo LiveJournal

When I’m not fretting over dates or riding my bike, I actually have a life that includes eating at cool little french quarter resturants like Benichin. I was at Benichin the other day, eating a fantastic plate of Chicken and Broccoli when this woman comes bounding through the door juggling a handful of plastic containers, a glass baking pan and a roll of aluminum foil. SHe wasn’t really juggling.. that’d be too cool.

She reminded me of my Uncle Jimmy’s schizophrenic wife. She didn’t look like her at all, but I could tell the voices in her head were really funny because she laughed constantly while trying to hold a conversation about preparing her take out food:

Not-My-Aunt: Hi. (chuckle) I need to get some /african dish I can’t pronounce/ and some rice. Now, I’ll need you to put the rice (giggle) in this container and (snicker) put the chicken in the glass pan and (chuckle) wrap it all in this aluminum foil.
Resturant Employee: …
Me: …
Not-My-Aunt: (belly laugh) Styrofoam is so bad for you (giggle) and I don’t like my food touching it. It gives off (teehee) harmful chemicals when heated and (ha! ha!) I’ve read reports where people have died and their death (snicker) was later found to be directly related to the brand of styrofoam they used at their work. (giggle)

The ironic thing is that when I was unchaining my bike outside the building, I saw her climb into a big nasty SUV and drive off. Giggling of course.

Random, semi-drunken thoughts at 11:40 pm on a Sunday. I’d usually still be out.

Growing up I wanted to be Spiderman and have the ability to crawl up buildings and swing through the city on webs of silk. Secretly, I would tie a bath towel around my head for hair and pretend to wear golden, bullet reflecting bracelets, throw a magic lasso and fly in an invisible jet.

What I want now is a little ESP.

Regardless, ever meet anyone whose smile will suddenly make you forget what you were just about to say?

I had a pretty good day, riding my new bike around the city, being stopped by a local artist to talk about riding track bikes in ’such a dangerous, urban environment,’ and being able to brag about my cycling injuries. I had an even better evening though.

No Landrieu

In this odd election time, post Katrina, I have to base my vote on things that directly affect myself and those around me. This is why I’ve decided to not vote for Mitch Landreiu for no other reason than his Wi-Fi signal, eminating from his house next door to my apartment, is secured. If he isn’t looking out for, and hooking up, those directly around him… what will he do for the rest of the city? Before you get on the “he could have private election documents behind there” bandwagon, remember: if he was that concerned with security he wouldn’t have named his network LANDREIU and plastered his lawn with signs.