We've tried stupid evil. Give us an evil genius or at least an evil non-dumbshit instead.
I'd be far more accepting of evil if it was forthright about it. "We're doing all this to benefit ourselves and the small group of people we like!" All this claiming-to-be-good? Too confusing.
Yes, I'm kidding.
Sigh.
"We're doing all this to benefit ourselves and the small group of people we like!"
Oddly enough, I could do this. Don't yank my lib-creds!
Check it. A year ago, New Orleans was only on our radar to the extent of an F2F.
Ahem.
Possibly not on your radar.
Hi people.
HEATHER!
I skipped, since I spent the day driving first along the coast and then through the hills just next to the coast. It was hella beautiful, and there was pie.
How were people's days?
Heather! How are you? How are your people? How are things in your neck of the woods? You have been in my thoughts.
HI!
My day was long. I had to work at the store and there were no customers. I tried on hats instead.
I took Oz outside and he found a stick. This means he can happily chew on his stick instead of my knitting or my shoes. It's a magical stick.
Ahem. Possibly not on your radar.
Heather is cruel, in a voluptuous, can't-touch-this sort of way.
I took Oz outside and he found a stick. This means he can happily chew on his stick instead of my knitting or my shoes. It's a magical stick.
I think Oz is a Zen Master.
My people are good. A big chunk is now down at the lake with my grandparents (I'm sure I've told y'all a billion times about our little "family compound" that consists of half a dozen double wides on a dirt road near Toledo bend. They're staying in the ones with extra rooms or the extra trailer we had.) Cyn and her husband are either in Houston or Alabama right now visiting relatives, but when they're done with that, a friend has offered them his house in Gainsville to live rent free until they figure out what to do. The Silversmith's is still paying Cyn and Cobalt is still paying Kevin, so they'll be fine.
We have, I think, 23,000 evacuees here, many of whom have called my work looking for help. One of the agencies who are supposed to be helping them called the other day to offer us pamphlets listing services and what to do and stuff. The lady asked how many I might need 500, 1000? I told her at least 1000, so then she said she had them in English and Spanish, and might I need any Spanish. I said, maybe some, but Cajun French might be more helpful. She said they didn't have any in French, but that she'd pass it up that they might need some. I look like a goddamned Klingon from whapping my head on the desk.
While I was gone, my Tivo decided I wanted to see a Nature program about John Denver rafting the Colorado River and composing a song.
Short.Bus.Tivo. IJS.