Archive for May, 2007

Kudos for the NO Sewage and Water Board!

No good but upping the price idiots at Entergy, the New Orleans energy company, are drilling holes all over the neighborhood. We already had more potholes than an average Romanian village, but now we have more craters than Serbia after the air strikes!
And now we have a crater in our front yard.
This is already an improvement since it was initially a crater lake after Entergy hit our water main while digging for replacing the gas lines. We’ve been out of water for most of the day but Entergy promised us they would call the New Orleans Sewage and Water Board to get it fixed.
They never did call, but we did.
The Sewage and Water Board employees just pulled out of our driveway and we finally have running water!
It’s strange to suddenly realize how much you rely on running water whenever you open the faucet.

Bye-bye Falwell

Thank Zeus Falwell is gone. I feel sorry for his family, who he has successfully brainwashed, but he was a total douche. Scarier thing is that high scoring presidential candidate McCain said “Dr. Falwell was a man of distinguished accomplishment who devoted his life to serving his faith and country.”

Here we are talking about the likely next president of the United States who openly supports a pro-segregationist, misogynistic, homophobic, oppressive, bigoted, insane liar who blamed 9/11 on “the pagans, and the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians who are actively trying to make that an alternative lifestyle, the ACLU, People For the American Way, [and] all of them who have tried to secularize America”.

McCain supports a Christo-fascist pig who we luckily no-longer have to share our oxygen with.

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Extra: how could I forget to mention Roy Zimmerman’s brilliant song Jerry Falwell’s God!

Hurricane in the Swimming Pool (A Story)

(Officially posted on December 2, 2005 @ 4:14 am.)

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End of August – Beginning of September

The day your city floods, you drink a beer, track the storm and jump in the pool.

Just two days prior, Hunter and Seattle stocked up to ride out the coming storm — water, beer and snacks, everything you need for a hurricane party — while girly cleaned the kitchen and you did the laundry, and then the four of you decided to leave. You moved everything to higher ground, packed clothing on beds; electronics on chairs set in closets, and moved all the musical equipment to the apartment upstairs. Continue reading this post»