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Saturday, September 4th, 2004 @ 05:34 pm
Posted By Brent
Well, the other day I happened to notice that one "Ms A" has started updating her blog again. I am acutally a pretty big fan of her writing style, for reasons unknown. Maybe it's because I want to have mad monkey butt sex with her, but who knows.

Anywho, while reading, she enlightened me to the existance of a blog by one Poppy Z. Brite, a New Orleans native who's authored a few books that I read in my incoragable teenage years. Being star-struck for me usually happens in this order: 1) Wow! this person is famous! This is so cool that I am getting this intimate look into thier day to day life! 2) (8 seconds later) Who gives a shit.

I once "met" Poppy Z Brite around 5 or 6 years ago. I have met in quotations because we weren't at a glitzy party, clinking our champagne glasses and discussing tawdry and lascivious tales of others in the public eye, like ourselves. No, I was working the graveyard shift at the Kinko's uptown (when it was still on Carrollton), and she came in around 3am to copy some comic book representation she did of a story where she was a kid and her mother brought her to a museum to see jewelry created by Salvidor Dali. I brought up the fact that I had read a few books by her and enjoyed them, then mentioned that I didn't expect her to be 3 fucking feet tall (exaggeration). Uncomfortable small talk insued for about a minute, then she left.

What she didn't know was that I secretly had made my own copy of the one page "graphic story", and after she left, blew it up to poster size and mounted it on a foam core board. It hung prestigeously in my room in my apartment uptown until I moved and threw it away for reasons unknown to me now. I wish I still had it, I'd email her a picture of me standing in front of it hanging on a wall behind me in my house and just sit there being giddy about the confusion it would bring her.


NAME: Miss A
Monday, September 6th, 2004 @ 09:40 pm
Thank you glitch, I appreciate your writing too (for reasons unknown). I too cannot stand reading Poppy Z Brite's weblog but I also cannot stop. It disgusts me to no end the way she bitches about everything constantly, then does the very thing she bitches about. Another thing I can't forgive her for is using a line something to the effect of "their hip bones touched and spoke to each other in a secrect bone language". Shit!