This Just In

Bob Denver has died, Eric Clapton is "heartbroken" about what's happened to New Orleans, and Dr. Phil will be counselling survivors of Katrina on tonight's Larry King Live.

Memories of Nawlins

Sorry I've not written lately, but internet access here at the clinic is spotty, and I've been so wracked with nausea anyway, this thing has not been high on my list of priorities. Nonetheless, I did want to chime in and say how happy I am that Fats Domino survived the flood. And speaking of the flood, when did it become okay to throw around the word "refugee" to decribe any homeless person? It's a word with very specific connotations, and should really only be used to describe people who are fleeing unfriendly governments and the like. Seriously, people, get with it!

What else? After some confusion and much nervous waiting, my housing situation now seems genuine, which is a great relief. And to address the comments from two entries ago, the "catch" behind my $485 rent (I had thought it was $475) is that, in addition to Morrissey's drummer, I will also be living with Morrissey. Right. You fine commentors pretty much came up with that one on your own, but that's the best I can come up with now. Sorry, but I'm a down cycle, comedy-wise. Thank God for my other interests. Speaking of which, I will have a whole gaggle of new Christs songs to unleash upon your inattentive ears in the very near future, culminating in the release of a vastly improved album, now with drums galore, and without any 5 minute excercises in guitar wankery. Strap yourselves in, suckers, because you will soon be privy to what critics are calling "the Beatles, if the Beatles had been much, much better than they were." Also, the guitar work has been described as "Jimi Hendrix on acid," which sounds pretty impressive, I think. Oh, also coming soon: an entire fucking website dedicated to the band all the kids are calling "The F.C.," because they'll get in trouble if they say "Fucking."

All right, like I said, I am not funny currently. I'm sorry if this disappoints you, but I'm coping just fine with it, and that's all you'd care about if you really loved me. Bye bye.