I'm one of the assistant managers mentioned in this journal posting by Neil Gaiman. What sort of scares me is that when my manager asked him to sign the book, he said something to the effect of "Drew in New Orleans? Oh, he'll want it inscribed. He's on my webpage all the time." Eek. How the hell does Neil Gaiman know who I am?

I swear to god I never threatened to stab my manager though... well.. maybe I did...

Big huggies to Jonno for finding and fixing the problem with my blog template. I swear to god i didn't do anything to it... it just decided one day to rearrange itself...

grrr...

It's Labor Day and Southern Decadence has come and gone once more. The protesters were barely a blip in the weekend. The police did a really amazing job of controlling them all weekend and their numbers were far less than they had said they would be.

And as of yesterday, it seems i'm officially dating someone... we were evidently damned cute leaning against a St Ann street midday yesterday. All of our friends were giving us knowing grins and we noticed one guy stopped across the street to photograph us.

Anyway... more on this later... trust that for now, it's very good though...