Hurricane Joke

What did the hurricane say to the coconut tree?

Hold on to your nuts because this is going to be one hell of a blow job.


Get it?

Too Freaking Funny

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Feeder Band Anxiety

Okay, I'm starting to get a little skittish about this whole Gustav thing. My plan is to head to Baton Rouge on Friday evening if the models don't change significantly. What else is an ostrich to do? If the levees break, there will be two feet of water at my house. Thankfully, my house is three feet off the ground.

This whole thing has some serious deja vu about it. Katrina hit the Monday after the last Saints preseason game. If this one comes here, same freaky schedule.

Run to the hills!!!!!!

Me, I don't like hurricanes much

Here's the projected path of Hurricane Gustav! How does that make you feel, boys and girls? Me, I'm not a big fan.

Get ready Sunshine! Archibald is coming to a house near you to read stories to the kids!

Happy to be back at work

Fuck, I really hate the weekends lately. Way too much time stuck alone in my own head. There was one good thing that happened, though. I had a bunch of really good friends join me at the Bulldog for a couple of beers on Friday night. And guess who showed up???

Bad Repp, that's who. Very cool to see her. Natalie informed me that she's no longer scared of me. I found that very amusing.

Amanda Talley was there, too! She's TALL! And always smiling, as usual.

Watched the Saints game on Saturday at my house, solamente Archibald. Spent Sunday trying to get to Monday. The rain didn't help much either.

The March Toward Normalcy

Oh, I don't know. I guess it's just the hot weather, but the last couple of days have dried me out, and I don't mean that on a blood-alcohol-content level. I mean I've just gotten tired of being sad. Good, old-fashioned depression is out. Now, it's just malaise, tainted with a nagging desire for something new, a replacement part, for lack of a better term.

Tomorrow is Friday, a day when people get together and go to Happy Hour and laugh and exchange pleasantries. Am I up for that? Not really sure. Will I give it a shot? Again, I'm ambivalent. Perhaps. I'm sure, after a while, I'll start to feel guilty if I'm having fun, you know, burying my head in the sand like a good ostrich, and I'll want to run off home to bury my head in my pillow and pout (boys don't cry).

These are just random musings. I'm feeling better about things (really!) and so, with that, I am in a mood to move on with my life, for whatever that's worth.

I just wish it weren't so FUCKING hot outside. I mean, seriously. Who turned on the broiler? The steak is done. Time to take it out of the oven and let it rest.

In other news, Caroline started first grade. She's officially a woman. Peace out to Sunshine and her brood.

Back in the Saddle

I've had to take some time off here because, well, my ostrich brain just wasn't the right size to handle what has been up in my life. The Research Scientist is gone, and I will miss her dearly, but the show, as they say, must go on.

I have been in constant communication with Sunshine and, well, it appears there is some trouble in the Creech household. Weebs, with all of his accounting acumen, is apparently unaware that Aunt Liz is a Donkey. This hallucination is troublesome as best.

This pretty much says it all

I apologize, but I love this song and it's amazing. So enjoy. Yes, it's somewhat selfish, but what else is there to do?

The Vader Sessions

Research Scientist Update

Archibald doesn't normally like to talk about things that are bad or sad, so I'll make this brief: RS's condition has gone from critical to stable. Basically, she's no longer on an imminent death watch. Which is a good thing.

For the past 5 days, I have had the same song stuck in my head and can't get it out: "Girlfriend in a Coma" by the Smiths. I'm not joking and it's not funny. I simply can't get it out of my head. If anybody has a suggestion of how I can fix this problem, PLEASE let me know.

Love,
Archibald

Research Scientist

The Research Scientist is very sick and in the hospital. For those of you who know Sunshine, you can find out what's up from her. For the rest, please keep her in your prayers, even though you don't know her.

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Crazy Dream

Last night, I had a dream I was hanging out with Elizabeth N. Her mom, for some reason, was sleeping in an armoire at Robert Knapp's house. Liz kept trying to convince me to scare her mom by putting on a green speedo and singing "Turn on your Heart Light."

I'm not sure what is wrong with me.

Sorry about this, but, I couldn't resist.

Since it's Hurricane Season

A Sunshine Update

Sunshine Phillips Elliott Creech and her husband, Simon closed on their new estate in Baton Rouge today. The price was 7.5 million dollars, a great deal-- it was on Weebs insistence, because of the dip in the real estate market.

The really good news is this makes it much easier on Sunshine, as they can move Elizabeth N., the nanny, into the slaves quarters. They're going to install a buzzer in Liz's 45 square foot room so Sunshine can buzz her in case of an emergency, like if somebody left the toilet seat up. Liz can be buzzed and come remedy the situation. The baby mormon Emily will no longer have to wallow in filth if she happens to soil her diaper in the middle of the night. The buzzer. What a great invention!

Sunshine also reports that, since everything has been in storage for over a month, she's misplaced her nipple clamps, and that it's been a sad, missionary-style sex life for her and her well endowed husband.

Amen.

SuiSide Door

Fun Google Image Search: Douche Bag

Problems at work, solved

Well, I've been working on the same problem for 6 days at work. Finally solved the problem. This probably won't mean much to most people, but ASP.NET applications and SQL Reporting Services applications do not play nice with one another.

So I'm done having tantrums in my office. My neighbors are no longer wearing kevlar to work. No, it turns out, I'm not going to go postal.

Had lunch today with the Research Scientist at Tennou. I had toro. Yummy as always. RS ate noodle salad, but very little else. She's not much of an eater.

Tomorrow is Friday. I'm thinking about going to Jacques Imo's. They have an alligator sausage cheesecake that is out of this world good. I also love their blackened tuna. They used to have an awesome redfish, but they now serve the same sauce with a grouper, and this isn't nearly as tasty. I don't know. Maybe I'll have the deep fried roast beef po-boy.

A Post About Posting

Sometimes, I just get lazy. Sometimes, there's just not a lot to say. It's summer, people! How can one have anything to talk about when one is just trying not to melt?

Sunshine is on her way to the beach. I will be posting photos in the next few days and detailing their adventures on vacation.

Peas.