Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Yeah, don't get excited...

 Nothing serious going here. I just wanted to have something posted in 2014 and I wanted it posted before a year had past since my last post. Don't ask me why, the urge to do strange, silly things for no good reason that don't matter a'tall just pops up from time to time, and from even rare times to times, I'll run with it. But, since we're here, let's see where we are.


Tuesday, May 14, 2013

And it was such a nice day.

 I've been trying to process this all weekend. I still haven't wrapped my head around it, not really. I was driving to the Speedee place to get my oil changed, and realize I needed to be on Elysium rather than Esplanade, I cut through Treme, right through this neighborhood. It was really close.

 You know, as this was going on - and after I'd already called her for the day - my mother texted me and asked if we were close to these shootings. It had already made the national news. I texted her back and lied, writing that, no, I was nowhere near where that was going on, when in fact, I was very close indeed. 


  I also didn't tell her about the guy who got mugged a month or so back on my Otis-walking route, nor did I tell her about the dude who was shot last year right down the street trying to break up a car jacking. I don't tell her that as often as not I hear gunshots, especially when I'm staying in the Bywater but also when I'm at my place in the Point. I really don't want her to worry.


 This has apparently shocked New Orleans, which in and of itself is pretty goddamn shocking. This is a town that wears its inherent dangers almost as a badge of honor, and at the very least it's an accepted if regrettable part of life in the town. But this event has people angry and scared. Maybe something will come out of that. Maybe it will shake the town and the government out of its complacency and start doing something constructive. Maybe.


 I remember not long ago discussing "beefs" with the lads, and how that the second line used to be one of the few places even someone with an active beef could go and they probably wound't be shot.  The lads were saying how that's no longer the case, that you could get shot just as easily at a parade or a second line as you could outside the club. I guess not.


  The NOPD say they have a suspect they're looking for and there's a picture and I'm sure he'll be caught soon. What were you thinking, kid, whatever convinced you this was a good idea. Could we please just stop with the guns and killing, just for a little while? This really doesn't even fall into the whole nation-wide debate we're having over how terrified some folks are that we might think their penises are tiny, it's more just a plea for a friggin' break, you gutless wonders. Stop shooting people.


 Thankfully, most importantly, no one was killed.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Some stand-up must have said something stupid.


 All the signs are there, but I am getting them from a weird stroke. It's a bit unsettling, actually, because it means that I'm so out of touch that I've missed the actual Five W's of the situation - and frankly, I could care less - but I am so familiar with the scenario that I can recognize the faintest traces, like a grizzled ol' scout sniffing a bent branch for the tell-tale sign of grizzly pee.

Friday, May 10, 2013

Sunday, December 30, 2012

So that was the Singularity.

 I've promised myself all month that I'd write some little something, no matter how trivial - and let's face it, it's all trivial - if for no other reason than to just, once again, "keep my hand in". And all month, this or that has given me the opportunity to put it off. Frankly, I think this experiment is a failure.

 Oh, sure, there's plenty to write about. Gun wienies showing their final colors. My conversion to Apple and any possible connection to Discordianism or the Illuminati. Family to and fro. Work, and considerations thereon. The year in review and whether it was worth reviewing. The never-ending unwinding of Tight-Assed White People and Real American Conservatives, often but not always one and the same. The complete failure of anything noticeable happening Saturday a week back and them that championed that stroke's continuing failure to have any sense of shame whatsoever. Cute stories about the dog.

 Lots of stuff, but I just don't feel the urge. It's not that I'm blocked, I am just far too tired, mentally and physical, to fool with it. There's other nonsense that tugs on my attention, both mentally and physically. I just don't feel like a writer these days, I suppose. I don't feel like a philosopher or a cook, neither, for what it's worth. I feel like a boyfriend but it feels weird and a bit unsettling. Still not sure how I feel about being a dog owner, but I don't mind it so much.

 So there's that. See ya in 2013. Maybe.

Friday, November 23, 2012

No excuses

 This entry is just so I have something for November. Obviously, I haven't written anything since the end of October, and I'd at least like to get one thing a month in, at the very least. And this is the very, very least.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Some things are just mysteries.

 I like to know things. Nothing serious, I just like to know what it is I'm dealing with. Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of scenarios I prefer to remain in total ignorance about - my co-workers' love lives, for instance - but for the most part when I'm confronted with an unfamiliar concept, I remain uneasy until the mystery is cleared away.