Wednesday, March 22, 2006


Why would I do it?  I'm not really sure.  I have some reasons, but do I really need another website?  I still haven't gotten my real website up and running yet, but I've went ahead and added a My Space to my resume.  The other site will be and is for my comic book work.  It's actually a big ad for artists.  I hope to use it to showcase my past and hopefully future writing  and to find artists to work with on such future work.  It's not going to be a place I talk about much else, as far as my thoughts and things go.  That's for this blog.  You're not getting rid of me that easy.  

For all those that would like to check it out, and it's still in the start up phase you can find my new site at:



Despite what others may say about me I am not that full of myself that I would even begin to lay claim to knowing the answer to that question.  I may give some opinions as to theories that I have, but I think I would always know that I am far from being able to claim the answer.  But I'm sure you know someone, or several someones, that will tell you what is wrong with the world and even better they can tell you how to make the world a better place, and it ususally only requires listening to them and acting on their advice.  And I've noticed something.  As I get older a lot of my friends fall into this catergory.  I'm not talking about my younger friends, a lot of them don't even know when there is something wrong and what's worse could care less...that's a post for another day, but the friends I've had for years and that are my contempories as far as age goes.   Listen to them and they can tell you what's wrong and what to do to fix it.  And it ususally deals with getting those "others" to do something, to get off welfare, to stop killing people, to....whatever.  You know what "others" I'm talking about, the type of people that are different than you or me.  A couple years ago I got into a big argument with a really good friend of mine about oil companies drilling in Alaska.  He thought it was fine, that the oil companies should be able to.  He thought that they should be able to get as much proftt as they can squeeze from us.  This became a loud, shouting arguement.  Neither side gave an inch.  (Now I will tell you that when we finish we were still friends, that's one good thing about friends, you can argue with them but in the end they're still there as your friends.)  But I'm noticing that a lot of my friends seem to be on that side that thinks liberal is a dirty word.  What is going on?  Why does getting older mean getting more conservative?  My Dad was never someone you would mistake for a big liberal, but growing up there was a certain balance at our dinner tables.  My parents came of an age when they might say something about blacks along the lines of "those people", but I never heard either of my parents say a black person couldn't be just as good as a white person and they never used the N word.  And even more surprising is that as he ages my Dad seems to be getting more liberal in some regards.  He is a big supporter of Bill Clinton and cannot stand the current President.  Want to see him get mad real quick?  Say something good about W.  If you had asked me years ago I would have swore that he would hate Clinton and support the Heir Apparent.  So I quess that not all aging means losing your senses.  It's just when I'm with these friends I am finding myself on the other side of the opinions more often than not.  

Friday, March 17, 2006

New Orleans Is Sinking

Kalypso's New Orleans

This video was from a ten year old girl that lived and has moved back to New Orleans. It shows some good footage of Katrina and its aftermath. A very good video from such a young person.

Letterman after 9/11

This was Letterman at his best.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Bonnaroo 2005

I don't know any of the people in this video, but it was a good indication of what Bonnaroo was like last year. The pic of Joss Stone on stage is very similar to one I took and is now the screen saver on my laptop. A great time for all!

Joss Stone

Fun New Things

I just added a search engine to the sidebar. So if you want to find any previous posts where I talked about Buffy the Wonder Dog all you have to do is type is Buffy and click on search and presto! There are the posts that will tell you more than you want to know about the Wonder Dog. Anything you want to find, at least anything that I've talked about on this blog, you can now find with just a simple click.

Isn't modern science wonderful?

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

I'm Going On A Trip

I have a new email address!

You can now email me at:

Dear friend,

RE save our soul

I am Mrs. Deborah Kabila, one of the wives of Late President Laurent D. Kabila of Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC). Consequent upon the assassination of my husband, I am in possession of USD 58,000,000 (Fifty Eight Million US Dollars Only) being funds earlier earmarked for special projects. This fund has since been deposited in a security company in West African Country of Togo where I am residing now with my children. It is now my intention to move the said fund out of this place (Togo) to a safer place for the benefit of my children and I, for immediate investment. Based on this that I solicited for your assistance to enable me take this money out of Togo. However, note that my children and I have agreed to give you 20% of the total fund if you can accept the offer of assisting us. Also it will be your responsibility in directing us on a viable business. It is also my intention to relocate and probably take a temporarily resident in your country pending when all the troubles in my country will be resolved. We advised that you look for a house we will buy as soon as we arrived. To conclude this transaction, you will be required to come to Togo to open an account in any bank here in Togo where the security company will deposit the total sum in your favor. From this bank the money will be remitted into your original bank in your country. Immediately this done, all of us will depart Togo to your country, where my children and I are expected to take a temporary resident. Please note that I can not open any Bank account with my name because, My late husband's first son-JOSEPH-who took over power in our country, don't want to see me and my children, He claimed that when our husband was alive, that I was very close to him than any other of his wives including his (Joseph) mother. He also claimed that because of my closeness to him that I was able to get things from him more than others. As a result he has been monitoring me. Infact this one of the main reasons I want to take my children out of our country and any nearby country. Thanking you in advance. Yours faithfully, Deborah Kabila (Mrs.) N/B: Kindly give me your direct telephone,fax and your mobile telephone numbers for more explanations.


Ok, it's me now. You know I almost want to give my phone number out just to see what they tell me when they call. You'd think by now just about everyone in the world has heard of this scam.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

New Book

I've just started reading this book and it is fascinating. Already I am learning things I didn't know. Seward, who was Lincolon's Sec of State, was always a distant figure to me, someone that thought he should be president instead of Lincoln and who helped bring Alaska to the United States. Within the first hundred pages I see Seward in a new light...his own heroic life.

Neko Case: Hold On, Hold On

From her new cd Fox Confessor Brings the Flood.

Will Hoge: Woman Be Strong

Will Hoge from new cd.

Video Mania

I'm sure everyone has noticed the amount of videos I've posted recently. I've just been off on a video tagent, finding some cool music videos and a few others. Hope everyone likes the videos.

System of A Down

Jeff Tweedy (of Wilco)

My Morning Jacket

Sonny and Cher

Thursday, March 09, 2006

A Very Weird Friendship

I found the link to this on Mark Evanier's blog and just had to put it here. If a chicken and a cat can get along why can't the rest of us? At least it should bring a smile to your face, I know it did mine.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

You Know You're From New Orleans...

You Know You're From New Orleans When...

Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside

You reinforce your attic to store Mardi Gras beads

Your baby?s first words are "gumbo" and "whereyat"

You save newspapers, not for recycling but for tablecloths at crawfish boils

When you give directions you use "lakeside? and ?riverside' not north & south

Your ancestors are buried above the ground.

You get on a green trolley car to go to the park and a red one to the French Quarter

You listen to holiday songs such as "the 12 yats of Christmas" and "Santa and his reindeer used to live next door"

You walk on the "banquet" (sidewalk) and stand in the "neutral ground" (area of ground between a two sided street) "by ya mommas" (by your mother's house).

Someone asks for directions and you stop and help them with a smile

You start an angel food cake with a roux.

Watching "Wild Kingdom" inspires you to write a cookbook.

You think a lobster is a crawfish on steroids.

You think boudin, hogshead cheese, and a Bud is a bland diet.

You think Ground Hog Day and the Boucherie Festival are the same holiday.

You take a bite of five-alarm chili and reach for the Tabasco.

Fred's Lounge in Mamou means more to you than the Grand Ole Opry.

You have an *envie* for something instead of a craving.

You use a "#3" washtub to cover your lawn mower or your outboard motor.

You use two or more pirogues to cover your tomatoes to protect them from the late frost.

You use a gill net to play tennis, badminton, or volleyball.

The horsepower of your outboard motor is greater than that of your car motor.

You pass up a trip abroad to go to the Crawfish Festival in Breaux Bridge.

The four basic food groups are boiled seafood, broiled seafood, fried seafood and beer

You are asked to name the holy trinity and your reply is "onions, celery, bell pepper."

You let your black coffee cool, and find that it has gelled.

You describe a link of boudin and cracklins as "breakfast."

Every once in a while, you have waterfront property.

Your mama announces each morning, "Well, I've got the rice cooking ... what will we have for dinner?"

None of your potential vacation destinations are north of the old Mississippi River Bridge (US 190).

You refer to Louisiana winters as "Gumbo Weather."

You get a disappointing look from your wife and describe it as, "She passed me a pair of eyes."

You think of gravy as a beverage.

You greet your long lost friend at the Lafayette Regional Airport with "AAAAAAAYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."

You sit down to eat boiled crawfish and your host says, "Don't eat the dead ones,"
and you know what he means.

You learned Bourre the hard way: Holding yourself upright in your crib.

You don't know the real names of your friends, only their nicknames.

You give up Tabasco for Lent

You worry about a deceased family member returning in spring floods.

You don't learn until high school that Mardi Gras is not a national holiday.

You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras throws.

You leave a parade with footprints on your hands.

You believe that purple, green, and gold look good together

Your last name isn't pronounced the way it's spelled.

You know what a nutria is but you still pick it to represent your baseball team.

You like your rice and your politics dirty.

No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed in the food.

Your loved one dies and you book a jazz band before you call the coroner.

Your accent sounds nothing like Harry Connick, Jr's.

You can sing these jingles by heart: "Rosenberg's, Rosenberg's, 1825 Tulane;" "At the beach, at the beach, the Pontchartrain Beach..."

You ask, "How they running?" and "Are they fat?" but, you're inquiring about seafood quality and not the Cresent City Classic.

When a hurricane is imminent, you have a lot more faith in Nash Roberts than some Super Doppler 6000.

Your town is low on the education chart, high on the obesity chart and you don't care because you're No. 1 on the party chart.

Nothing shocks you. Period. Ever.

Being in a jam at Tulane and Broad isn't the same as being stuck in traffic.

Your idea of health food is a baked potato instead of fries with your seafood platter.

You have to take your coffee and favorite coffeemaker with you on a three-day trip.

You have sno-ball stains on your shoes.

You call tomato sauce "red gravy."

Your middle name is your mother's maiden name, or your father's mother's maiden name, or your mother's mother's maiden name, or your grandmother's mother's maiden name, or your grandfather's mother's maiden name.

On certain spring days, Crawfish Monica is your breakfast.

Your house payment is less than your utility bill.

You've done your laundry in a bar.

You don't show your "pretties" during Mardi Gras.

You know that Tchoupitoulas is a street and not a disease.

You "boo" the mayor on national television.

You wear sweaters in because it ought to be cold.

Your grandparents are called "Maw-Maw" and "Paw-Paw."

.Your Santa Claus rides an alligator and your favorite Saint is a football player.

You suck heads, eat tail, sing the blues and you actually know where you got them shoes.

You shake out your shoes before putting them on.

You don't think it inappropriate to refer to a large adult male as "Li'l Bubba."

You know why you should never, ever swim by the Lake Pontchartrain steps (for more than one reason).

You cringe every time you hear an actor with a Southern or Cajun accent in a "New Orleans-based" movie or TV show.

You have to reset your clocks after every thunderstorm.

You waste more time navigating back streets than you would if you just sat in traffic.

You still call the Fairmont Hotel, the Roosevelt.

You consider garbage cans a legal step to protecting your parking space on a public street.

You fall asleep to the soothing sounds of four box fans.

Your one-martini lunch becomes a five-bloody mary afternoon... and you keep your job.

Being in a jam at Tulane and Broad isn't the same as being stuck in traffic.

You're walking in the French Quarter with a plastic cup of beer. When it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head.

You eat dinner out and spend the entire meal talking about all the other good places you've eaten.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from New Orleans.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006



The new cd by Neko Case is out today.  It's called Fox Confessor Brings The Flood.  No, I'm not sure what the title means and I haven't even had a chance to listen to the cd yet, but I know it will be great.  Neko Case has one of the greatest voices out there.  

Sunday, March 05, 2006


I was going to blog as the oscars where on, making my snide comments along the way, but instead I went out to eat with Heather.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

New Phone

This is the new phone I bought today. Did I need a new phone? No...but this one I can download music and watch tv. Isn't that cool?

(Yeah, I know, I'm hopeless.)

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