The Hellmouth is on my wall in NOLA…

September 28, 2005

Who knew that the gateway to hell is 7’ x 7’ ?
Much thanks to Penny Arcade for the spoof.

*ahem*

September 26, 2005

My apartment has power!

I called my apartment, the answering machine picked up.

I am *this* much closer to going home for good.

fuck a bunch of apple.

September 26, 2005

Ok, so at Andre‘s house the other weekend, I managed to hose my iPod’s internal list of songs.
Weak. Totally my fault, but weak nonetheless.

Anyways, I could still access the songs when hooked up to a laptop, so not all was lost.
I backed up all my music to a hard disk, and proceeded to wipe it / format it for mac.
Well, it starts the process, then proceeds to tell me I have to plug it into the wall to complete the process.

What the ever-flying fuck? It’s plugged into my laptop, it’s got power, what else?!? Why the wall?
I left my AC adapter in Houston, figuring I could just charge all I wanted through my USB port.

So now, instead of having a partially crippled 60GB iPod, I have a fully crippled 60GB iPod.
All because of some stupid AC adapter.

Fuck you Apple. Fuck you right through your pants.

fook. ass.

September 26, 2005

9-23-05 5:55pm

I sit here, at O’Malley’s Pub (no, not that O’Malley’s Bar).
After a redonkulous climb up a steep-ass hill to get here, I find a place to lock to, and enter.
The first thing I notice when I sit down at the bar: the copper bar top is cool, and somehow, they channel the cold air to the edge of the bar, cooling your arms.
It’s pretty cool.

Unfortunately, that’s the only thing about this god-forsaken bar that is cool.
The Guinness Draught is almost warm, and they don’t have hard liquor.
I said fuck (not very loudly), and the bartender told me to watch my mouth.

What in the bloody fuck is wrong with this place?
Luckily, it’s friday, and they close late.
10pm.

There is a neighbor with a wireless signal, but it’s not strong enough to hitch to, so I am reduced to writing this up in nano.

My one word summary of this bar? : fuckthisplace.

Fuck this county, fuck their liquor laws, and fuck these hills.
I can’t wait to get back to Houston. Never thought I’d say that.

:edit:
The food part of this place closes at ten.
The people are nice, the liquor laws aren’t.

Hi, my name is…

September 21, 2005

… Gozer the Traveler™.

Yes, kids, this is the true reason why I don’t usually travel.
Three days before Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans, I started making my way to Houston.
Remember Ivan last year? I stayed at Molly’s and drank the whole time. Did it hit NOLA? I think not.

This past Thursday I departed Houston for New Orleans.
So where does it look like this hurricane is headed?
Yes, that’s right, Houston.

Quoth the Vinz Klortho:
“Gozer the Traveler. He will come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the Vuldrini, the traveler came as a large and moving Torg! Then, during the third reconciliation of the last of the McKetrick supplicants, they chose a new form for him: that of a giant Slor!”

Many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Slor that day, I can tell you.
It could very well be Houston’s turn. This is also, of course, where our other office is.
Good thing I’m in N.C. to set up our new office.

I am Goldilocks, and so is my wife!

September 18, 2005

There is a striking contrast between Houston, TX and Covington, LA.
I don’t really think I have to go into the specifics, but I find there are things I love about both.

And it’s really the merging of the two that I find New Orleans, the perfect bowl of porridge.
I keep having to watch what I say here. Little children everywhere.
And I can ride! I picked up my road bike, Blanche™ in NOLA, and have been riding again.
Friday night also saw a more complete NOLA Bike Gang™.

Well, it’s been fun. Sonny and Lara are great, and it’s been a real joy spending time with them, and Jonah and Shanna, and Cassidy and Heather.
But, I must move on, as much as they want me to stay.
Later today, I’ll be in Memphis with the every lovely Kelly for an hour or so, then I must continue my trek to North Carolina.

So, that’s about it.
It will be good when we all get back. It will be good.
Till then however, workworkwork. Maybe the office will let me keep the BMW. ;)
And Lara and I discovered that not nly does the beemer have seat heaters, but it has seat coolers.
Yeah. Pimp.

Home, Sweet More-Or-Less Home.

September 16, 2005

09-15-05 8:45 PM
I sit here, enjoying a gentle breeze on the third floor balcony of Chateau Willcore™, in the Garden District of New Orleans.
It’s very dark. And very quiet.

Our city is battered, bruised, and knocked down, but will get back up.
It’s conjoined twin, Chalmette, it seems has bore the brunt of this battle, and most likely will noy survive.

Well, for my status report.
It’s a bit warm, but that is nothing new.
The unusable (except really for the toilet) water is on, as is the gas. Let me just tell you how awesome it is to have functional gas lamps protruding from the walls and ceilings.
My parents’ car, on the fourth floor of a parking lot in the CBD, is unscathed. This is more than I can say for some of ther others in the garage, and on the same fourth floor this car resided on for nearly two weeks.

As for the Chateau, well, I’m glad to report there were minor issues.
Sure, the pool is a dark, lagoon-ish green, and Satan seems to have posessed the refridgerator, but that is the worst of it.
Fallen limbs here, a few missing rooftiles there, and a little water damage just over yonder.
Overall, pretty fucking good.

Tomorrow, I go to the office to retrieve servers and data, and to hit up my apartment to retrieve yet more data and servers.
Maybe some clothes anf other niceties.

I would just like to inform Leigh that i started the third Harry Potter book tonight, reading by one of the gas lamps protruding from the wall.
And that when i finish typing this, I will read by candelight, here on the balcony.

So kids, NOLA will be back before you know it.
Will you?

George, get set for a mind-blowing afternoon.

September 14, 2005

Well, soon (7am) I depart Planet Houston™ for New Orleans.
I’m going back in early under a special pass to retrieve hard disks, servers, paperwork, and other various things.
I’ll grab some clothes, my gun, perhaps a bike, and others while there. Perhaps duct-tape shut some fridges and move them outside, if need be.
Will help out a friend with their house, and then I will hopefully be able to recover a ’03 BMW 750Li (leased by the company for the owners) which is currently housed in a parking garage downtown.
And yes, I have a document stating that I am indeed not stealing said car.
It it’s still there (and in working order), then after everything has been collected, and damage has been surveyed, I’m off.

I’m driving up to North Carolina to set up our new office, and then driving back to Planet Houston™ finish the network, and have the two talk to each other, happily and securely.

This, is anything, will be interesting.
I get to go home, if only briefly.

My most important post … EVER!

September 13, 2005

I have some amazingly good, life-altering news.

In the year two-thousand and six, we will be given The Lecter Variations, a film on the early days of the one, the only, Hannibal Lecter.

Ah, life has a sudden upswing!
Seriously though, news will arrive here soon. I promise.

State of the Unicorn™.

September 9, 2005

So, I sit here now at Dave and Belen’s in Austin with other NOLA refugees, eagerly awaiting PizzaNight™.
Yes, I realize this is my third weekend in a row in Austin. Enough already.

So, not much is known about my (and other NOLA Bike Gang™ members’) friend Unicorn™, aka MatJames.

A fellow refugee mentioned an article to me, so I looked it up, and here it is:
MatJames and Baby Pearl, apparently Outed by the Associated Press.
Ah, yes.