Was anybody else similarly enlightened by the gigantic front page graphic in the Times-Picayune this morning illustrating what happens when a car drives off a roof?Maybe the most bush-league front page I've ever seen.
shoulda done a graphic for the mummy girlfriend instead
The alligator attack front page was pretty bad. But I liked the Catholic Bingo one.
They have to tailor the paper to the cognitive level of their Republican readers.
jeffrey, I was actually going to say 'most bush league cover since alligator attack.' but i thought that you would be able to think of one more recent than that so i also considered saying 'most bush league cover since... whatever jeffrey says'
Well, obviously this car wasn't a Volvo.I like the little ambulance carrying the injured at the bottom of the building. Ok so whatever, but really... I'm sorta creeped out, and you cats are some of the only people I can talk to about it. I know, that sounds stupid but here it is... Since the trial is over, I would like to say you never know who you're talking to over a joint and a bottle of Scotch during the Flood of '05. At the advent of Kafkatrina I was working in the Quarters delivering food and of course knew John Morgan. Then later before the flood, I met him several times through good friends and at Zots lots... after he had started dating Girlfriend #2. Then the levees broke. Indeed, we would drop by that house during the flood on our way to Robert's to "make groceries" next door. I remember the smell from the front porch. But you have to understand that the smell there at Elysian and St. Claude was pretty strong and honestly the smell of Death was getting pretty ridiculous by about the 5th day anyway. Really. So, I never went into the yellow house there in the photograph, just sat on the front porch drinking Scotch with lots of people from the neighborhood... and John Morgan having a great old time laughing at all the crazy irreality surrounding us in shattered crucified New Orleans... and that poor woman was laying there in the trunk like some sort of Lovecraft story. I mean... apart from that, I saw and experienced some pretty wild, dangerous, macabre, violent, surreal, disassociating, unfathomable things... yet... yet... y'all, uh... only in New Orleans?
More recently... hmmm.. Well in the past week we've had 1)Vicious rat attack and 2) Rita Benson-Leblanc. Not saying these two things are directly related just.... well draw your own conclusions.
Damn 'tilla. That's nuts. It's a small town. I once rented an apartment from the Singreen family that got slaughtered by their own son recently so I can relate a little bit to the.... shock? disust? i'm not sure what really.
I'm tollin'ya, E. Thanks. I used to find movies like Blue Velvet entertaining because they were, like, movies ya'know? But now Nuts is as Nuts... well, nuts.But then again, I have to admit that New Orleans is the place where the Devil don't play. It took me a while just to, well anyway, I am inspired to what I call Polemic Buggery and here is a new one: "Do we really live in such truly unbelievable times?"It is like watching the Rape of Paradox.It's like, "Uh Oh... Bush was Not the weirdest, most dangerous piece of syllodomite white trash madness we gonna see?"Speaking of... Jeffery, those could not have been Rita Benson-Leblanc's own personal rats on the other side of the river. I'm still trying to get over your post on the Brees' fall from Heroleria into the pit of Gitmo. I find the revelations in your post just as disturbing Reaper-wise as anything disgusted thus far, least of all the similarities between Harry Potter and spit-guards. Nice posting really. But if my man Barack doesn't get on the stick with Public Options and a few other things Editilla wants for Christmas (like high-speed rail to Mars), then I will just have to crawl back into my anus to sleep for another 100 years of solid'tude.Jus'sayin...
Umm, I got so excited as to forget to mention one of my fav comments that sticks from the nola.com comments section:["SICK SOB. At least the other guy cooked his girlfriend, N.O.'s favorite pass-times! Murder and Cookin,..multi-tasking!"] It was a hard call actually.
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