Could someone please explain to me who were the geniuses behind Southern Decadence? I can understand why you would choose to have it on a long, holiday weekend such as Labor Day. I can sort of understand why one would think New Orleans, a city of rather flexible moral fibre would be a good place to host it. But the idea of having a five day festival which takes place mostly outdoors or in very tiny, poorly ventilated bars in New Orleans on Labor Day is ri-goddamn-diculous.

Here's an idea, let's take 1000 men, cram them into a tiny bar, where the air conditioning can only be expected to do so much with it being filled to capacity and all the doors being open. And then mix in sweltering heat and 100% humidity. Then repeat for five days. Honestly, Satan himself would think that a bit cruel and not to mention just plain stupid. And to wear leather pants to such an event, well, that natural selection waiting to happen. Come on, New Orleanians take vacations to hell in the summers just to escape the heat.

 
It's official. I have another job. My last day is next Wednesday and I start my new job the following Monday. I think that Thursday may be spent entirely in bed.

I am working at a coffee shop mostly afternoons. The owner seemed excited about hiring me because I have deli management experience. Anyways, this job is not really something that I am all that excited about, except for the fact that it isn't my current job (read: hell). Basically it is something that will allow me to avoid an interruption in my income while I look for something a little better and that I might not completely hate.

Honestly, I am quite thankful that this all worked out the way it did. Everyone is sad to see me go at my current job (especially the owner). And I have managed to find something rather quickly which will sustain me financially while allowing me the freedom to do other things I want.

 
I may have found another job, which means no real interruption of income. More on that later. My back feels like it is on fire so I'm having some yummy Aleve for dinner and going to bed.

 
I did it. I quit my job today. My parents even took me out for a celebratory sushi dinner. I have only two weeks left. Then begins the official job hunt.

 
Tomorrow I finally get the balls to do what I have been bitching about for ages. Tomorrow I am giving my notice at my job. The owner is going to shit himself, probably both figuratively and literally. And I fear, after a few discussions with co-workers, that I will be taking a few people with me. If he decides to fire me on the spot tomorrow, I have one person who intends to walk out the door with me arm and arm.

In other news, I will hopefully be making it over to WTUL tomorrow so I can join James on his radio show for a little while.

And I also have confirmation that I still have a reason to turn my computer on everyday.

 
The internet is slowly becoming a colder, lonlier place. I guess that Melanctha really doesn't live there anymore.

Michelle, If you close up shop I may no longer have a reason to turn on my computer any more. As it is, I am seeing less and less reason to.

 
Today was day 8 in the 12 day stretch of no days off at work. Yay for me! I have GOT to find a new job. Not only have I been working on my days off, but even on the days that the business is closed. Does anyone, by chance, need a cute, loveable, yet slightly neurotic houseboy?

I'm fairly handy, love to cook, and like a variety of literature, music and film. I can even change a tire in a pinch (I'm so butch), which James can attest to.

So, if anyone is looking, I'm available and accepting any and all offers.

 
Not to feed his ego, but everyone should go and check out James' new digs. It purty and fancy and all. I now feel all lonely over here with my blogspot site. I may have to join my sister in codependence and get my own space. (Mainly so I can finally start putting images on my site and so I can feel mildly legitimate). It's something I have been thinking about for a while and just never got off my ass and done. But Movable Type will have to come later down the road.

Oh and James, don't worry, your ghetto booty looks just fine

 
This may be the oddest way to be remembered that I have ever heard of. The inventor of the frisbee wants his ashes molded into memorial frisbees. Will anyone play with these frisbees? That just seems creepy. What is this guy's son going to tell his kids? Let's go play with grandpa? The man had 11 grandchildren. How do you explain to children that grandpa is now dead, but he is still with us in this flying plastic disc?

Link via fark

 
Oddly enough, James asked me one day last week what the name of my inner black woman was. I was lost for an answer. While she manifests herself often and has a very defined personality, I didn't know her name. She never felt the need to tell me I guess. Well, lo and behold, Mo'Nique has revealed the true identitiy of my inner black woman for me...

La'Tavia Cleopatra Thacker

Link via James, just so he'll know

 
Comments are gone because I hated waiting for the site to load. Sorry James, you'll just have to call me or send email.

 
I just saw Amelie for the first time. It was an amazing and beautiful film. Everyone should see it.

It struck a chord about a post I made a little while back about how I need to be more true to myself (I'm not linking it because it's sappy and poorly written). I realize that I like making other people happy, but I rarely am focused on myself. I am a coward and refuse to take any real risks. That is something that needs to change desperately. That's probably why I've had the same job for almost 4 years or why I still live at home (that and the ridiculously large student loan bills I'm paying back). That's probably why I am also unattached and have been for some time. So I am going to make this leap. Not suddenly and not dramatically, but I am going to make it.

 
Today I spent the day in Lafayette watching the ULL Ragin Cajuns football practice for 4 hours. Mind you, when I left the house for Lafayette at 7:30 this morning, I had no idea that was what I was going to be doing.

I was home for all of five minutes when I left to help James finish moving. We then had the most cracked out grocery shopping experience ever. It took us almost 20 minutes to find peanut butter and jelly and we were completely unsuccessful in the corkscrew department, which did not deter James from buying wine. I left James to unpack and rearrange his life and I am now headed to the fridge for a glass of wine and then upstairs for a long hot bath.

 
It's good to know that some people are having a good day even though mine was shitty. At least I know that there is some good in this world, even if I can't see it.

 
I went to get a new tire this morning. While I waited I had two choices of reading options: Trailer Life and Ebony. Guess which one me and my inner black woman chose.

 
Yesterday was good. I ate twice my body weight in free food samples at the New Orleans Foodservice Expo. There were also alcohol samples. That's right boys and girls, TJ got his drink on at a food show, that work paid for. How great is that? About as great as the large cups they were mixing Finlandia Lime and cranberry juice in.

Today though was a different story. While I was prepping salads this morning I sliced not only the lettuce but my thumb. This afternoon, when I finally got a look at it, I realized I probably should have gone to get stitches. I would have at least seen some use from that health insurance I have.

 
What is it with me seeing animals in front yards that don't belong there? When I was in Canada, on two seperate occasions, I saw two ponies walking across The Canadian's yard and then the following evening there was a skunk out and about.

Last night, when I came home at 1:00 am I encountered an armadillo lumbering it's way across my lawn. I just stood there wondering what the fuck was it doing out here. I live in the sterilized and insulated suburb of River Ridge. We have ensured that things like this do not happen. The most wildlife we get are squirrels and mosquitos. I guess that nature will always find some way to perservere.

 
This weekend promises to be pretty decent. Saturday I am making a trip to the convention center for the New Orleans food show. I get to eat to my hearts content for free! I love this part of my job. Then it's off to the airport to pick up a pretty fly suburban white guy. And if he wants to try just a bit more hip and cool, he'll be prepared to be picked up and instantly whisked to the Wherehouse District for White Linen Night. The plan for Sunday is relaxation. Of course, nothing ever goes as planned, so I am expecting chaos, but hoping for the best.