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?

I'm Going On A Trip

I have a new email address!

You can now email me at: dera_722a@yahoo.com.ph

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.




- DEBORAH DEBORAH

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.

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

Ever Had One of Those Days?

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.

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.

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NEKO CASE

 

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.  

Oscars

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.

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.)

1 DEAD IN ATTIC

This is the title of a book by Chris Rose.  Mr. Rose is a reporter for the Times-Picayune.  Before Katrina he was the entertainment writer for the paper.  Since the storm I'm not sure what his exact title would be, or if he has one.  During the storm he continued to write, but the comings and goings of the current hot movie star were not his scribblings, instead he wrote of his life in the post Katrina city.   This small book is a collection of his articles from the paper.  This book made me smile at some of the images he wrote about, thinking about it, remembering it from six months later.  It also brought tears to my eyes too many times, just in the simple acts he describes of life in the city.   There's a picture in the book, of his kids standing in front of a huge cardboard stand that welcomes them home...I dare anyone to look at that picture and not feel tears welling up in his or her eyes. This book is a true testmentant to those times as we'll get.  Read it and you'll get some idea of what the people of this city have went through.  

Sam's Story

Not much more I can say about this:

http://www.newsarama.com/dcnew/Sams_story/jeph.html

READ THIS BOOK

WHY NEW ORLEANS MATTERS by Tom Piazza.

 Read this book.  Not much more I can say about it.  

BURGER KING ADS

I just saw the newest Burger King ad where women dressed as parts of the burger come down this big slide and become part of a giant burger, done like a Las Vegas chorus show.  This has to be one of the worst, stupidest commericals I have ever seen, but what should I expect from Burger King?  They have some of the worst commericals ever.  Any commerical with their "King" goes beyond stupid into creepy.  I can't believe they keep him as their spokesman.