Face Of New Orleans

This is a post that has long been delayed which was inspired by a hatred filled bumper sticker I saw. The gist of it ran something like this: marriage = man + woman. Well, that is true. The fact that is omitted is that marriages between men and women are taken for granted by those that are bound by them, so they very rarely contain happiness. Those of the same sex have earned rights moreover than anyone else which guarantees that, because of the fire that has been waded through, happiness will be present. So yes, marriage is between men and women, or some other mess that makes the ideas that have been passed down from your parents to you survive and make sense. Just please, don’t feel for yourself, because then, you would see the abundance of love that gays have.

Ride the wave children. Love the experience of water. Realize that quicksand can only win if you try to fight by rules. Move when you should, do not move when you should not. Experience being humbled. Do not make yourself so. Trying always to be humble is unnecessary and is the morale version of tensing before a car crash. Always allow yourself to learn. Opening up those tunnels will lead to surprise and delight when things are ready to present themselves to you. Don’t live by anyone’s rules, especially not your own. Live in a home without walls, just one with wonderful friends. Speak to everyone that is ready to listen. Be not wasteful with those who aren’t. Take back things that have been stolen from you. Live inside your thermos and clank around your lunchbox. Love the child. Always.

Well y’all, I had a ball monday night. Starting off with good drinks at the Averna event and then really cutting loose as we made our way up to Pranna. This wonderful little party was for all to enjoy and included an open bar. Now, I don’t mean open bar just as free booze. I mean that all bartenders/mixologists were invited to come and play. I swapped out with Maxwell from Jack The Horse and closed up shop on one end of the bar. It was tons of fun. My favorite quote of the evening was when I asked one of the guests if I could help him, he told me, “I’d like two of something lovely.” It truly made my night.

Ok, reading the tracking information that UPS supplied me for a package I’m expecting led me to this line: “UPS, UPS brandmark, and the Color Brown are trademarks of United Parcel Service of America, Inc. All Rights Reserved.”  So lemme get this shit straight, UPS just called dibs on the color of dirt, tree trunks, and most everything that has existed before time……incredible.

Hey kids, turns out that I actually had the images on my posts using a thumbnail of a pre-shrunk image.  Yes, I know, I’m a tard.  But now y’all can see them for all their glory on the front page.  So enjoy.

Well, I’m adding a category that will mirror my posts on thespiritworld.net That’s right, someone else digs my stuff enough to let me write on their site too. Be proud children, be proud.

Physicists need to understand that light cannot be defined in terms of mathematics, but moreover understood by feel.

An open letter to our government: Please, neglect New Orleans, further than you already have. I beg you, try to make the city flood to 20 feet. I realize you may be confused and a bit angry at this request, and that is understandable. The reason I deplore you to do so is that, eventually, you will get tired of trying to squash us out. Because, you see dear officials, we can’t bury our dead 6 foot deep like everywhere else. Most people will tell you that because of the city being below sea level, the caskets float from the soil, but they are misinformed. Their bodies just miss the taste of good red beans and rice too much. So please, wear yourselves out on trying to break us. It should prove humorous for us to watch.

Hey there chirren.  We’re officially in the Fort Worth.  Nearly settled in at this point and all is well.  My family is actually coming here for Christmas which is very much exciting.  I’m not quite sure where I’m going with this, but I felt the need to write something this evening.  I realize that this isn’t my usual caustic wit, but I’m kinda spent.  So tuck yourselves in and think of my wonderful aroma, because winter’s a comin’.

I’d have punched you in the face.  No dear readers, not you.  I’m referring to “fighters” that would implode if they didn’t make an ever so irritating “tssst” or “psshh” or whatever the hell other variant they exclaim when they manage to flail their limbs about.  Listen up guys, making those noises officially buys you a lifetime membership to the moron club.  Your bumper sticker with MC on it is in the mail.  And yes…..this also applies to those of you that make these freakishly irritating noises when you do your benchpress, well, because that’s all you really work out.  That is all children.