Appologies for spamming LJ tonight but I've got no one to talk to, so ( Read more... )

Cliche image of me in New Orleans, July 2005 (roughly 11:15 in the morning):

( Time: 11am-ish. )

The Frenchmen has reopened. I'm not sure I can really overstate how heartening that is. So I'll understate it instead.

ETA: On a slightly related note, I just finished reading a Gambit flamewar. I quote myself: "I have so many dead brain cells now..."

How sick is it that I think I still think -I- need help coping in a post-Katrina world? How utterly WRONG is it that New Orleans just stole this part of my soul and I can't ever get it back? How crazy am I for thinking I NEED to be there, that the Cressent City somehow needs ME, that I need to do SOMETHING? How sad is it that I seek out this ( Read more... )

The morning drive was hilarious, mostly because Boy slipped Fisher some ephedra and coffee. Mad wackiness ensued ( Read more... )

Sigh. Poor dead NOLA.

Rebuilding New Orleans may be futileOn the other hand, the Quarter is gonna make an awesome Atlantis in a couple centuries. Wait a minute. ::cries more ( Read more... )

Okay, pictures some kind soul illegally took at the Franz concert on Wednesday. Alex and Paul bellies ( Read more... )

There. Less "smooshed," still not 100% on the colors, but the layout rawks ( Read more... )

SO I redid my LJ. ::presents it happily:: Nawlins inspired me in an unexpected direction, so we've got M'siuer Bienville surveying all, and the most subdued versions of Mardi Gras colors I could concoct ( Read more... )

ZOMG!!!And Mommy says she'll go with me! And it's a Wednesday night! I am teh WIN ( Read more... )