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Weekly Wacko (18)

New Orleans!, February 18 – 21

On the above mentioned days I went to New Orleans for the first time. It was fun. I went with two friends of mine I knew for one semester – my first semester of high school.

The two friends are mentioned in ‘First Day’ (see here). They are Kate and Barbara.

This was going to be a 2-part picture thing, where Katie initially was angry at the ground – and this is part two where she’s cracked the ground by punching it with extreme anger.

Those statues were a bunch of rascals. Barbara and Katie were going to sit by the statues and I was going to photograph that magic, then a family of three walked up and offered to take the pictures. The husband/dad told us, “you know what that guy’s famous for? He was a pedophile. That’s why he’s with a kid.” Weird, funny stranger? Awesome.

Fantastic. Shortly after this we sang, and were booed at. How bad do you have to sing to get booed at by a bunch of drunks at a karaoke bar? Thankfully we were drunk, so we found it all very funny.

We took a swamp tour on a boat. The guy in the back is “Captain Mike.” He probably hates me and my juvenile humor. The two other girls were an awesome couple from Canada. They thought I was an idiot.

No gators? Disappointment!

Ooooooooh!

We got some po boys from a place called “McKinzey’s Chicken-in-a-Box.” We ate them in a parking lot because we couldn’t find seats anywhere.

Pirates were there, and they played music.

AWESOME!

De Jour of the Week (2/17/10)

2/17/10

How Bout them Apples

I’m up at the crack of dawn
And last night I drank like a fish
It’s no cock and bull story, either
So here it is: the full monty

I went out on a limb
And went for broke
I had a gut feeling
I’d be in like Flynn

I was off and running
I hit the tables
Papa wanted a new pair of shoes
And I knew I was a dead ringer

It seemed like my sixth sense
Was as sick as a dog
My dark horse pipe dreams
Were swimming with the fishes

It was time to get down to brass tacks
A penny saved is a penny earned
But rags to riches would be my druthers
So I hoped and prayed for some hocus pocus

Down, down the rabbit hole I went
The cards were dealt
I decided to wear my heart on my sleeve
And go all in

(Shhh … there’s a method to my madness
See, I look like I’m not playing wih a full deck
Like I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed
And people forget they can’t judge a book by it’s cover)

Luck was with me that day
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
And oh how the mighty have fallen
And now the coin in MY coffer rings

I wined, and I dined
And I was full of glitz and glamour
I bought clothes fit for a king
I was the tops, and I was spending over the top

The day wound down
Be honest – you thought I’d go all hell in a handbasket
But I’m high on the hog
And I’ve got myself a nice nest egg

Just now I’m as snug as a bug in a rug
I’m quiet as a mouse
And sugary sweet
But don’t stick a fork in me – cause I’m not done

Today’s another day
The early bird gets the worm
Lightning can strike twice
And I always go for broke

Copyright Brad Stanley 2010

My Zombie Roomy (2/22/10)

2/22/10
Ok … I’m not going to say anything either way, I’ll let you decide.

Last night I was sleeping and then I had a feeling something weird was happening, so I woke up and the zombie was in my room (usually he stands on the patio and stares at the rail, or he goes out). He was standing there with this like ‘hungry’ look or something.

So I got all freaked out and I yelled at him and he just stood there, staring at me all weird. I realized he was mumbling “brains” over and over.

Seriously. How creepy is that?

How do you let an overbearing gay freeloading zombie roommate know you’re not interested?