I heard some crazy-ass Gulf stories last night from this ACLU guy -- the least of it is that there isn't any court open in NO to even file anything. They filed a motion to open the court, but it got denied.
Not to even get into the fucked up shit around people from the Orleans Jail.
I ate so much I couldn't actually post any more about it. But now I've kind of digested it-- or my stomach has expanded to fit all that fucking bread pudding-- and I can report that heating it up did indeed make it better, though I liked the unconventional flavor of it cold. I didn't see David's rum post until it was too late, though I don't actually have any rum.
Oooh, NYCistas -- Lombardi's is celebrating their 100th birthday with 5-cent pies. Mmmm, pie.
I think everyone must be gearing up for sweeps, because
not much happened on this week's
Alias
either.
Still, gotta love a Goddard ep.
Jessica! I am going to see you in a week.
Also, PIE!
TDS is fucking slaying me already tonight.
Jesus + Fetus=SCOTUS
indeed.
It's past 11 and I haven't done jack to start cleaning the apartment for a houseguest arriving tomorrow.
This WAT is confirming the lesson I learned all those years ago on TAL about
never talking to the police.
Don't ever
fucking talk to the police!