August 30, 2008
So, it apparently takes extreme measures ( i.e. a Cat 3/4/5 Hurricane ) to adopt new tech.
So, I’m on twitter – http://twitter.com/dubtea.
The Alocasian Holocaust of 2008
August 25, 2008
It has begun. My humble (by most standards, grand by Marigny standards) 20′ x 30′ backyard is a veritable New York style Critical Mass of elephant ears and some sort of low-climbing, vast rooted vine. When thinking about it, the phrase ‘One does not simply walk into Mordor’ comes to mind. Then of course, in a good webternets fashion, people comment with animated gifs of ‘shopped stills from LOTR featuring phrases like ‘You have my hoe’ and ‘And my shears’ or ‘And my rake’ in white using the Impact font with a black outline.
But I digress.
Behold, the scourge:
Now, this isn’t original growth – my contractors laid down what appeared to be a righteous smackdown not but two months ago, but alas, looks can be deceiving. This is, after all, the venerable Alocasia – it is not to be trifled with. Just look at the root to leaf/stalk ratio:
Clearly, it is not a plant that merely dicks around.
Or, in more of a Tarantino sense, it is Mr. Marsellus Wallace and mankind in general is not Mrs. Wallace.
After consulting with my Mom, a long-time gardener / green thumb and more recent Master Gardener, she suggested instead of launching a full-out chemical warfare campaign or brute forcing it with my own two hands and faithful shovel, that instead I should take a different approach: cover and smother. Saturday found me at Lowe’s buying four sheets of 10′ x 25′ visqueen, laying it out across my backyard, and anchoring it down.
Makes sense to me – plants need 3 things to live / thrive: water, CO2, and light. By depriving them of the latter two (really? trying to keep the ground dry in New Orleans in the height of storm season? puh-lease.) for a long enough span of time (I’m shooting for a month), it should kill them good.
I figure that regardless of the outcome, I win. Here are my two most realistic outcomes:
1) the visqueen kills the flora until it dies from it.
2) the visqueen beats the ever-living shit out of said flora.
If scenario 1 is the outcome, yippy-freakin’ skippy for me. If scenario 2 is the outcome, then it should be severely weakened, and a smaller dose of chemicals and perhaps more cover and smother is in order.
Either way, it is on its way to dead, and it will be in late as opposed to early August, with hopefully milder temperatures. Also, I won’t have invested a whole lot of my conscious time – daemon vs. user processes yo.
Anyways, here’s how we looked as of Saturday:
Next update in a month. Let the Alocasian Holocaust begin.
It was a dark and stormy morning…
August 25, 2008
Two weeks ago, Bea was riding to work, logging in miles on the bike in prep for the MS 150.
To make a not-very-long story short, she spilled on Lee Circle and biked home. I drove her to the ER to get stitched up – while I can treat cuts and scrapes, this was a bit above my head.
The same doc who took care of my knee was assigned to Bea, and took good care of her. Two weeks later, here’s her leg:
My, how she has healed. Well, looks like it’s now my turn again to get hurt. Dammit.
Devil in a Red Dress
August 7, 2008
I can’t believe it’s time again for the Red Dress Run.
It seems that just a couple months ago was last year’s run, and just a bit past that was the ’06 run. My how time flies when you’re cross-dressing.
There’s a VooDoo Red Skirt tonight through the Marigny / Quarter to drum up any more potential runners, but I think I may skip that. I did the NOH3 Red Skirt on Monday, and while I’m up for running, I think that I may have to pass due to a SAINTS GAME!
Anyways, back to the subject at hand – not only will Bea be joining us again this year, but we have a newcomer! Welcome to the Red Dress, Andee! Since you have a proclivity for turning purple and passing out, please try to find a big floppy hat to keep some of the sun off of you.
This reminds me – I need to go find a big floppy hat to keep the damnable sun off me. My dress this year is considerably longer and heavier than years past – the hat will be of great assistance.
Metal Thrashing Mad
August 6, 2008
Things are looking up, my friends, acquaintances, search engines / indexers, and lurkers.
Guitar Hero, it would seem, has the potential to slowly make the world a better place. Right in front of me, sits Guitar Hero I, II, a PS2, and a guitar controller, all courtesy of The Other Will Who Rides Bikes And Works With Computers™, who is currently biking from Ireland to Greece. But I digress.
Bea’s Mom infected us with Wii-itis – primarily through the basic Sports Package and Guitar Hero III – having a wireless rig is super nice. Bea in short order had rolled through the easy level, mastering pretty much everything that she came across. Except Slayer. It would appear that ‘Raining Blood’ is a weakness of hers, at least in the video gaming world.
I think around that time, I also got an instant message from her, which went something along these lines:
Bea: I think I like Venom.
As you can imagine, I was caught off-guard. Turns out she was referring to was the opening / title track from their album Resurrection. Can’t say I blame her.
Well, now that the entertainment center is taking form, we dusted off the neglected PS2 and fired up Guitar Hero II. The other Will is some sort of GH freak, and has unlocked everything, so we can just go pick out any song in the whole game to play, including my favorite song on the game, Thunderhorse by Dethklok. They also have Strong Bad singing Trogdor – it’s hard.
Apparently, it was stuck in her head all day. And while dropping new/more music into her iPod last night, she included Slayer.
All of it.
Fast forward to this morning (well, rewind now. shutup.):
Bea: slayer’s not killing me
Bea: i like spill the blood
I would have typed back \m/, but it’s hard to type when you’re actually throwin’ up the horns. Apparently she blogged about this already this morning. Typing using only your index and pinky fingers due to excessive horn throwing is difficult.
And in other metal-related news, another friend of mine appears to be in a metal mood. She though, is in more of the cookie-monster mode. Someone’s gonna be getting a thumbdrive full of Nile, Dethklok, and other sources of complete and utter destruction.
Preseason, bitch!
August 1, 2008
Me: man, cant wait till thursday
Bea: what’s thursday?
Me: PRESEASON, BITCH!
Me: haha
Me: WHO DAT!