Effluvia

From Memepool:

• Scully for President
• Am I hot or not?
• Disturbing. Distasteful.

Damn. I was going to grab a bunch of links from Beth, but she hasn't updated in a few days. Well, that's all you get, then.

Journals

• Bad Hair Days
• Plaintive Wail
• Humidity and Hebephrenia
• Randomly Ever After
• U9
• Fukushu
• Nature of life...
• DNA Sequencing

You know how somtime people will go on vacation and leave their kids with someone? I think they're taking a vacation from their kids. And I've been taking a vacation from you. How does that make you feel? I hope I haven't hurt your self-esteem, you fragile little monkey, you.

Rest assured, though, that nothing has happened in the last week worth you knowing about. Had I updated over the last few days you would have been bored to tears. You should thank me.

This weekend, though, was full of interesting things.

I fell down. Doesn't that suck? Don't you just hate to fall? Doesn't it make you feel like the dumb kid in second grade? That's how I felt.

Sonya and I were walking down the sidewalk after we left La Peniche Saturday morning; we were chatting and enjoying the beautiful fall morning. La la la, what a lovely day...

I stubbed my foot hard on the uneven sidewalk. I took one, two, three, four, five steps after the trip - by the last one I was bent double, both hands skimming along the ground. And I didn't make the save, either. I hit the ground hard, rolling off my right hip, scraping up my hands, a shin, an elbow and getting lots of nicks and cuts in other places that I keep finding as they develop scabs. I was sore for a couple of days, too. It was a world class, super-klutz kind of fall.

"I don't think I've ever seen you fall before," Sonya said as we drove away, me steering gingerly with my injured hands.

"I have my faults," I said ruefully, "but usually I'm pretty good on my feet."

I got a couple of cool silver rings at the French Market after that, though, and some incense. Material goods always make me feel better.

I also got a shirt at Gargoyles, but it is somewhat problematic. It's a really cool shirt - black and fuzzy, long-sleeved, with a skull and crossbones on the front - and it looked plenty big at the store. I got it home and put it on, though, and it's very stretchy and clingy, and it's not terribly flattering. It almost looks good on me, but almost won't cut it. I'm going to have to sculpt the old midsection a little bit if I want to wear this one in public. I need one of those AbFucker2000 things.

Or I'll end up giving the shirt to my nephew for Christmas. Who can say?

Saturday night we went to the Quarter to see (drumroll, please) the Tom Tom Club at House of Blues. We were gonna eat at Shalimar beforehand, but Shalimar has closed at some point in the last few months and merged with Nirvana, the Indian joint down the street from our house. So no Indian food. We went back to the House of Blues, then - we'd already been by there to get tickets for the show - and after drinks at the patio bar we had dinner there, too. They make good food.

The show was excellent, even if the crowd was odd, demographically. A strange mix of young and old, hippies, freaks, college kids, yuppies...odd. But Chris and Tina and their funky, funky band sounded fine. The did Genius of Love and Wordy Rappinghood and closed the show with Take Me to the River all reggae-fied and low. It was great.

Sunday we went to the Saints game, and if you follow football at all you know how sweet it was for me, the long-suffering New Orleans fan, to see my team beat the everloving dogshit out of a longstanding enemy like San Francisco.

Sonya can't bear to sit up in the terrace in the Superdome - it makes her all sick. So what we did was get two separate seats. They weren't too separate, though - maybe two rows and three seats apart. We were in the endzone, and along with a clear view of the field I could keep an eye on the back of Sonya's head throughout the game.

After the game Sonya proposed Mexican food. The best we could find was Juan's Flying Burrito, which is - like everything else - on Magazine Street. It was full of hipsters. You've never seen so much hair dyed unnatural colors or so many Salvation Army t-shirts, worn ironically. We were seating in the back with the bags of onions and the bad art. It was okay, though. We made fun of the art and the food was very, very good.

"The test will be in a few hours, though," Sonya observed wisely, "the food wouldn't be so good if we had some flying burritos of our own later."

"You mean if I make like a potato gun or something?" I asked.

"Yes," Sonya confirmed. "You're gross."

Administrative Note: The Williams Family is having cable modem problems. I'm ready to look in to DSL - it's been that frustrating. I'm handling all my internet business on the iBook using my AOL connection. It's stupid. So, if you need to contact me (or Sonya, I'll pass it on to her) you can get me at bro_hal@yahoo.com. Just so you know.