Amanda & I saw a parade 43 years in the making tonight.
We saw the Super Bowl XLIV victory parade from the plaza outside my office in downtown.
The parade would've been better if the ##### in front of us hadn't been such a #####, but when he left, no one but new found fellow friends were near. (Words fail to describe how "cool" this ##### was.)
What they say is true: no NFL fan base has a love affair with their team quite like the Saints & New Orleans. It's the common thread that
Tracy Porter, you are a hero.
With 3:22 to play, you delivered the backbreaker, the legend-slayer, the forever-curse-breaker.
Nine times the Lombardi trophy has left New Orleans. For the first time ever, it comes to New Orleans. To stay.
I don't know what the next CBA will hold, but 43 years are a distant memory now.
WHO DAT! WHO DAT! WHO DAT SAY DEY GONNA BEAT DEM SAINTS!
-KIE, collapsing in a heap
One spot on an empty canvas
One chair in an empty room
No place for a revolution
And no hope its signs are true
We stand at the edge of something
Will we ever know what it is?
Hold on 'cause the wind is rising
and we can't get away from it......
<4 bars of stream of consciousness guitar, piano & drums>
We're in shock from the failed emotion
No cause in a shadowed land
And we sing while the city's burning
With no room, no escape, no plan.
We all never thought it wou
"Pigs have flown. ###### has frozen over. The Saints are on their way to the Super Bowl." -call from Jim Henderson on the Saints Radio Network
Somewhere, if only on the front page of the Living section of this morning's Times-Picayune, Buddy D is wearing a dress.
Euphoria is running rampant in Chocolate City. I swear, but nothing else of relevance happened in the world except that the Saints are going to the Super Bowl. being the 1 in Tampa's 1-26 franchise mark Bum Phillips not figuring o
2009 shall be known as the Year of the Cruiser.
Before this year, no fantasy team by the name "Moss Bluff Cruisers" ever managed by yours truly had ever won any league of any sort. 0-11 in baseball, 0-5 in football. I was fine with this: someone has to lose these games, and apparently, this was my niche.
2009 met the Moss Bluff Cruisers in much the same way as 2006 and 2007: an 0-3 start behind ineffective play by their star 2nd round and 3rd round running backs: Brandon Jacobs and Clinton
The king is dead.
Long live the king.
Knowing José, I know this is not what he signed up for yesterday, but there you have it.
AB is a nice guy, really. Jovial is a very good word to describe him. He'll shake anyone's hand. Prototypical elected official.
Then again, perhaps in the same prototypical fashion, the lines between public servanthood and private business blurred, and these days, such nepotistic arrangements aren't acceptable.
The king is dead.
Long live the king.
-KIE
For entertainment purposes only.
New Mexico
Fresno State (-10½) over Wyoming
WYO 35, FRES 28 F/2OT
St. Petersburg
Central Florida (+2½) over State University of New Jersey
RUTG 45, UCF 24 (Way to show up at a virtual home game, Knights. )
New Orleans
Middle Tennessee State (+3½) over Southern Mississippi
MTSU 42, USM 32
Las Vegas
Brigham Young (+1½) over Oregon State
BYU 44, ORST 20
Poinsettia
Utah (+2½) over California-Berkley
UTAH 37, CAL 27
Aloha, er, Hawaii
Sout
Another part of my childhood drops a degree of gleam.
Before many of your times, to be sure, but I remember Ms. Olivia the photographer.
In unrelated news this weekend, the Moss Bluff Cruisers, led by Kurt Warner, Larry Fitzgerald, Jamaal Charles, and the Saints D/ST, vy for their first, and would-be only DEII Fantasy Football League Super Bowl title, opposing the Metry Mudbugs, who feature Phillip Rivers, Adrian Peterson, Knowshon Moreno, and Brandon Marshall. This is my last tie to the
I'm still here, but boy did I have a scare the other night.
By the way, I'm working on the 2009 version of Not For Burgers, but it may be Friday before I post it.
Monday night, I was trying to make potato soup. Was more like mashed potatoes, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Unfortunately, I didn't account for the saltiness of the bacon fat and oversalted the pot. Blech.
In the process of cleaning up, however, I accidentally blended the tip of my left index finger. To borrow one of
Looky what I found the other morning.
Emeril Lagasse on Iron Chef! Also, the ne'er-challenged Mario Batali! This should be must see!
*sets TiVo now*
-KIE
Sorry to have taken so long to post this. Been busy with at TF2 cup competition for a server set I can't link to here because of their forums. Not to mention, 4 fantasy football leagues, and Ultima Online is a better use of my time than, say, staring at a keyboard.
I will say this, though: Go <AXE) ! Before congratulating me, make sure you've read the whole of the letter. There are important details.
Also, I may not be congratulated at all: I walked into this office the day after I was lai
4½ years.
Not really by the boards, but I had very serious plans of getting into a groove there. Even thought I was in that groove, but now I'm out.
Pray for me. Pray for us. We need to land quickly.
-KIE
Firstly, apologies to all who thought this was a lyric entry. Green Day had nothing relevant to offer beyond the one line, so thief it I did.
It's been a rough September. Really rough.
So rough that I can't go into details here, yet.
Not to say that I will or won't. Those of you who know, know why I can't say anything at the moment. The other 99.3% of you who have know clue, will have to remain in the dark.
Those of you who know me, know that I'm a very loyal person. Those of you who don
My life
Has led me down the road that's so uncertain
Now I am left alone and I am broken
Tryin' to find my way
Tryin' to find the faith that's gone
This time
I know that You are holding all the answers
And I'm tired of losing hope and taking chances
On roads that never seem
To be the ones that bring me home
Give me a revelation
Show me what to do
'Cause I've been trying to find my way
I haven't got a clue
Tell me should I stay here
Or do I need to move
Give me a revelatio
Hurrah for getting back on BZPower!
Hurrah for getting back on my blog.
Hurrah for forgetting the post I was going to post when it finally came back up!
Hurrah for running laundry!
-KIE, who won't be in attendance in DC tomorrow.....but will next year.
For the first time in 7 years, 337-842-0361 is not my cell phone number.
My wife was receiving unwelcome phone calls in the middle of the night, so we had our numbers changed.
After 4 years in New Orleans, I finally have a local phone number in the 504 area code.
Oh, and married life? I don't think I can answer how it is: it's too early to have set an honest-to-goodness routine.
-KIE
<21 seconds of city street ambience>
<19 seconds of random audio clips, interspersed with radio static>
...it doesn't matter to me
Hey, I'm in the Caribbean
(I'm in no hurry, yeah)
In my Caribbean dream....
Picture me just lying in the sun
with the radio on
And nothing has to get done
Yeah, this reggae music is fun
rhythym of the island
Happiness comes sneaking up on me
from a serious place
There's not a serious face
On any day of the week
Dancin' with my left fe
Notice: The subject matter of this blog entry may need to be interpreted by parents for younger audiences.
I've finished the course.
Tonight was the rehearsal & dinner. Great fun. Made a complete cool dude of myself as per usual & Amanda bailed me out. Got to take my bride home, and the drive ended most well.
(Side note: We missed you tonight, DV, but we understand, really. I'll have something for you in 2010.)
Tomorrow is my wedding day.
Tomorrow is my wedding day, and I, l
*giant dust cloud*
Hello.
Sorry you haven't gotten to hear about me for the past......while. I've been busy. Wedding plans & stuff.
Well, that's not wholly true: I moved at the beginning of May, and I've spent a good chunk of time unpacking. Couple that with no internet access at work (firewall in the Yenni building), and Team Fortress 2, and it's been little but cricket chirping in my blog.
One of the neat things about getting married is the registry. It's traditional to commemo
The National Football League will forever have a giant cavity.
While some can fill your persona, knowledge, and jacket size, no one can do all three. Farewell, John Madden.
-KIE
All my life, my parents have fed me, in one way or another.
Okay, not my entire life, but it has been them buying or cooking me food.
Tomorrow, the tables turn.
Amanda tells me that I now have two dishes in my back pocket, to pull out on command as it were. One is the chicken parm, which I still tweak now and then. (Once I get good at making tomato sauces, it'll probably settle.) The other is a variation on Asian short ribs. These are beef ribs cut flanken style (across the bones, as op
I like to make good ones.
One thing off the bucket list.
-KIE
EDIT: the above image is an pressing of my engineer's seal. When coupled with my [noticeably absent] signature, the above impression states that I have reviewed the document attached to the seal, and on my authority and expertise as a professional engineer, the contents of the document are correct, safe for use or construction, or whatever extent dictated by my area of expertise (Civil Engineering), within the state of Lou
For a while this past winter (What? Winter's over, right?), the IAFF and the JP council were up in arms about issues like firefighter pay and leave. At least, that's what I think it was. I'm pretty sure that, when approached with a petition in January, the petition, what the off-duty firefighter who explained the situation said, and the resolutions that signaled the end of threats of firefighter strikes at the council meeting a month ago, said three different things.
For a while, things got awf
