Apostrophic Chunder

I don't like the blogger editor. I'm going to have to ditch the whole thing pretty soon. I will post more photos of "old buildings and things" on FB and my infamous photo archive. These are out of order (and out of context as usual). Snaps: 1. Abita Brewpub Sampler (no she has not had a sip yet) 2. Beignets 3. Dom Delouise 4. Gumbo, Crawdad Étouffée, Red Beans & Rice 5. The world famous hurricane at Pat O'Brien's 6. Ramos Gin Fizz, Pimm's Cup (Napoleon House) 7. Crabshells stuffed with... Crabmeat. 8. Jambalaya. 9. Bread Pudding (enough to kill you) 10. Deep South Burger with Sweet Potato Fries 11. Sazerac, (Neutered) $16 Absinthe

I want to just fill you up with great quotes from great men who saw the world in a different light and had the linguistic fortitude to aptly describe the way that light made shadows and turned corners and such, but look... I'm just as inclined to sit here and think of some new ways to say it the way I see it, but then even that gets caught up and blows away in the maelstrom of caffeine-and-cough-medicine-twisted thoughts. Blog, can I be Frank? I mean look at Frank, he's so laid back, and a nice guy too. I'm thinking you should be a notebook and a pen that I never let anybody read or borrow (respectively). The fact that you are in the public domain makes it harder and harder for me to bare my soul to you. You can't keep a secret. If I have a good idea, you blab it all over town. Next thing I know, the shiteating grin from three doors down is in here telling me about his great new idea. As I mentioned this morning to a colleague during a very serious discussion of anything unrelated to work, I aspire to be one of those people doing the majority of my business in the real world away from the computer and its insidious fiendish network of peers. Whilst dining out at Angeli's on Decatur in New Orleans, I noticed a scholarly man drinking coffee alone, writing in a huge notebook, reading from a pamphlet, and drinking more coffee. He needed to make a call, and so he politely moved across the room to an empty corner and did so. There was nothing brash or imposing about this man. I can't tell you how covetous I was of his quiet unassuming manner and seemingly peaceful lifestyle. I hate to allude to a character from modern fiction that you've no doubt never heard of, but he was every bit the mortal David Talbot before the vampire Lestat's gift of eternal life. There is no good way to finish this post, so I'm not going to. TTFN.

Yes, that is me, firing an AR-15 assault rifle on a wooded hillside. Maybe I did buy some waterproof Timberland boots at the outlets this weekend. It's even possible that I have a new-found respect for 4 wheel drive. I want to save Star Tannery from "sports camp." Whatever that means. I'm shopping for heavy duty wool pants, possibly the red plaid ones, and suspenders too. I always did like fishing... This will probably end with me failing to convince K. that we should move to a solar powered cabin on a local mountain ridge. In other news, K. has an interview for a great new job tomorrow. Good luck to her! I'll buy everyone a round of zombies when she gets the job. Merry Christmas. Smoke up Johnny!