I’ve been looking for Anne Rice since Katrina hit. And Van der Leun found her for me! Of course, if Anne Rice was hiding in the pages of the Times, she’d be rather obvious except, well, I don’t read the times anymore. Say, Gerard, like my shiny new blog?
Michele’s got a great charity for victims of Katrina: She’s buying school supplies and sending them to evacuees. Here’s the latest information. And here’s the main page.
Ilyka is being Ilyka, which means, man, you don’t want to get on her bad side. She’s positively Hulk-like sometimes. Er, not that she’s big and green. Just angry.
Lynn’s with me on the Condi Rice situation: She is not Israel’s friend.
Lair, it’s obvious you want her. Find her owners and make your crew a foursome again. (Wow, could that sound more obscene? Cats! Kittens! We’re talking four-legged kitties!)
That’s enough for today. Rejewvenated, indeed. How many posts is this today? I’ve lost count.
She’s not a good writer. Even if she were, it wouldn’t translate to having a valuable opinion on politics or disaster relief.
I know. I think she’s an idiot, actually. I saw her on some show that was profiling her mansion in New Orleans, and she was the oldest Goth chick I ever saw.
We like the shiny new blog mucho. So clean, so refreshing, so….. BLUE!
BTW, one of the Anne Rice message boards is concerned that she hasn’t posted to them in four days so they’re going on about how she went back to New Orleans, went into the city, and didn’t come out. They believe she is dead. I believe she’s at a Weight Watcher’s retreat in La Jolla.