Who knew that the gateway to hell is 7’ x 7’ ? Much thanks to Penny Arcade for the spoof.
Month: September 2005
*ahem*
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.
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… Continue reading fuck a bunch of apple.
fook. ass.
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… Continue reading fook. ass.
Hi, my name is…
… 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… Continue reading Hi, my name is…
I am Goldilocks, and so is my wife!
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… Continue reading I am Goldilocks, and so is my wife!
Home, Sweet More-Or-Less Home.
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… Continue reading Home, Sweet More-Or-Less Home.
George, get set for a mind-blowing afternoon.
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… Continue reading George, get set for a mind-blowing afternoon.
My most important post … EVER!
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™.
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… Continue reading State of the Unicorn™.