    "Eating, drinking and carrying on..." -- Adelaide Brennan
Commander's Palace reopens Sunday! We certainly need some good news first, on an awful day like today. New Orleans' grandest restaurant is back with us. Here are some pictures, which Mary forwarded in email but which originally came from Lorin Gaudin:    The photos were taken early this morning; apparently there's still a lot of work to be done in the next couple of days, but they're close, "and it's very, very pretty. The kitchen is incredible; 1.3 million BTUs of burners on the line!" Woohoo! Again, I'm tearing my hair out not to be there. Nettie and Diana will be there tomorrow night, representing the Fat Pack. Eat a crab cake for me, dawlins! In other news ... a United States Congress both rabid and cowardly casts its vote to help give birth to a peculiarly American fascist state. Tristero:
Digby explains exactly how seriously godawful the situation is, and how it could happen to you:
And that bastard in the White House is going to sign this into law in a few days. Habeas corpus, R.I.P. (1215 - 2006). Molly Ivins:
The government of this country has very little to do with "basic decency" anymore. Democrats for Torture. A new congressionial caucus, although an unofficial one for the moment. Here are the Democratic senators and representatives who voted to gut habeas corpus, who voted to allow the president to authorize the torture of human beings, who voted to authorize secret trials where the defendants are not allowed to confront their accusers or examine the evidence being used against them, who voted to give the president and other officials the power to imprison people indefinitely and without charge, without the possibility of review by the courts. It's not surprising that the rubber-stamp Republicans voted for this, but these Democrats should be challenged by Democrats with consciences and a sense of human decency as soon as the polls allow. Did they really think the bill they voted to make into law was only going to be restricted to brown people with radical ideas of what Islam means? Are they really that naïve?
Steve offered two new defining attributes of the parties: Republicans = For Torture Democrats = Too spineless to stop the Republicans from torturing, but feel really bad about it. [ Link to today's entries ]
Our new motto? I know, I know ... we come up with a new motto every other day around here, it seems. Actually, this is the same motto as before -- "Make mine bacon-wrapped" -- but in a more "classic" rendition, shall we say. I was considering designing a heraldic crest for me and Wes, perhaps a shield divided into fourths with the quarters having an Irish harp, a fleur-de-lis, a cocktail glass and a bacon-wrapped hot dog respectively. The dividing bars would be strips of bacon. It would be topped by a swine rampant, and the motto ... Fac meum involutum in lardo. That, according to a friend of ours, is "Make mine bacon-wrapped" in Latin, or at least as best as he could manage; we have yet to check it with another friend who actually has a classics degree. Works for me, though! Keepin' it goin' on. Somehow I got behind on a couple of my favorite blogs, including Dan Phillips' superb site Home of the Groove, all about New Orleans R&B. About a month ago he did a feature on the Dirty Dozen Brass Band's superb remake of Marvin Gaye's album "What's Going On?", and the piece features a nice interview with Dirty Dozen co-founder Roger Lewis. Baghdad Police Academy. (Contributed by Wes.) No, it's not another Steve Guttenberg comeback attempt. Would that it were that funny.
Wait ... you mean the Army Corps of Engineers and Parsons Corp. have effed up again? I don't believe it! We are truly the greatest country in the world. [ Link to today's entries ]
America: Rogue State. "Lawbreaker and torturer," says Matt Yglesias. "That's America, loud and proud."
At the moment, one of this country's favorite interrogation techniqes is waterboarding, described by Porter Goss, the CIA director until last May, as "a professional interrogation technique." It is, in fact, torture, and is described thusly:
The technique was only specifically banned for military interrogators three weeks ago. The CIA is not subject to this ban, and can still employ waterboarding at will. This particular torture technique was used by the Japanese against American and Allied soldiers during World War II. Then, it was considered a war crime. Those who used it were in fact found guilty of war crimes, and some were executed. At this moment, I'm not proud. [ Link to today's entries ]
Who day sayin' we bouncin' back? WHO DAT?! Well, if I'm gonna watch a football game every 10 years or so, it might as well be a good one. 23 I'm so happy the Saints won. Everyone is. Even the Falcons, congratulating some of the Saints afterward, seemed happy for them. Great game. But in the midst of all the frenzy, Da Po' Blog makes some excellent points:
Yep. The game was very important for New Orleans, I think, for the whole region, and subsequent ones will continue to do so. It was a good thing, and made everybody feel good. God knows everyone needed to feel good, and that's part of recovery too. Po' Blog wrote this before the game, and I hope he was satisfied with its results and its coverage. I loved the clips they showed set in a church, with the preacher telling the congregation about all that still needs to be done, with Miss Irma singing, and later on with the announcers repeatedly imploring viewers to come visit New Orleans. People coming back, even short-term, is going to help with the recovery. Now let's get those houses rebuilt. [ Link to today's entries ]
The reopening of Angelo Brocato's! Fat Pack denizens Nettie and Diana, currently residing in New Orleans in Faubourg St. John, attended the gala, and Diana served as intrepid Looka! field reporter for the day:
THey can't invent teleportation soon enough for me. New Orleans must not be banned. From the nation's consciousness, that is. During the readings and events in New Orleans to mark Banned Books Week, Poppy Z. Brite read this original essay at an event at the House of Blues:
You're so welcome, and as always, thank you. Neighborhood redevelopment plans. As Diana mentioned above, the day before yesterday saw the long-awaited release of New Orleans' citywide grassroots planning efforts, where all the district and neighborhood associations presented their plans for how they want to see their neighborhoods rebuilt. First problem -- it's gonna cost $2 billion to do it all as planned. That aside ... I think the plans look pretty damn good. I need to study them more closely, but so far it give me a lot of hope (which I hope shall not be dashed). Basically, people are just asking for basic services like well-paved streets, working stop lights, good schools, etc., but they're encompassed in a wide-ranging rebuilding vision that looks like it'll make every area better. I just hope they don't forget the lower-income people who still haven't been able to come home. Nettie reported that the guy who presented the plan for her area, Plannign Area 4, was great -- he's a consultant (aah, the dreaded "C" word), but apparently he really got the neighborhoods and the feel of the area, and got a rousing hand from the area people when he finished presenting. Here are all the plans for your persual:
Just make sure it still looks and feels like New Orleans, OK y'all? Quote of the day. Today provided by Mary:
"Well, YEAH," she said. "And here I thought Augustine was just a humorless grump." Well, he at least scores one point for this! Dear Gawd, not like I ever give a crap about sports, but can we please, please have the Saints win tonight? Amen. [ Link to today's entries ]
Angelo Brocato's reopens tomorrow!! In the Grand Scheme of Things, the Big Picture, whatever you want to call it ... it may seem to some to be a small thing. It's a tiny little Italian bakery and ice cream parlor in Mid-City. Despite the fact that huge swaths of the city of New Orleans still lie in ruins, tomorrow's reopening of Angelo Brocato's Italian Ice Cream and Italian Desserts is a big, big deal for the wounded collective psyche of New Orleans. Like so many others, I grew up on those cookies and lemon ice and spumoni, and I can't wait to get some more. Sadly, in my case, mail order will have to do; they've been baking the cookies elsewhere for a while now, but I didn't want to order any until their store on Carrollton was ready to reopen. Now I find out that they're not geared up for that until the beginning of November, so hopefully the NOLA contingent of the Fat Pack will put a lil' care package together for me. Here's what it looked like on October 10, 2005.    I'm hoping Nettie or Diana can send a picture of what it looks like tomorrow. In our kitchen I still have a coupla bags of cucidata (Italian fig cookies) and assorted biscotti that I bought at Brocato's about two weeks before the flood. Afterwards I devoured most of them but left a couple in the bag. I couldn't bear to eat them, even though I left them in there so long they became stale, because to have eaten them all made me feel as if I'd never see any more again, ever. Now, I can finally throw those rock-hard things away. There's gonna be a huge party on Carrollton at the tiny Brocato's, starting tomorrow from noon until the last body drags itself home. Dance to the music of Benny Grunch and the Bunch from noon to 3, then Bobby Lonero from 3 to 7. You might want to get there early, because I'm getting the feeling that the entire city is gonna show up. They're also celebrating one hundred years of delighting New Orleanians' taste buds ... go in and help 'em celebrate, and may they have one hundred more. Cent'anni alla famiglia Brocato! Yep, we're ready for some football! Now now ... don't worry. Upon reading those words just about everyone who knows me is either going to rush up to me, feel my forehead and submit me to a battery of medical tests, or else look at me suspiciously and finally with hostility and demand, "Where is my friend Chuck, and what have you done with him?!!" This is because I am perhaps the most apathetic person in the world when it comes to sports. I really, really don't give a crap about any of it (except the Olympics, and the primarily the opening/closing ceremonies ... oh, and swimming, diving and gymnastics of course). However, last week in email our friend Michael, a Marigny resident, reminded us:
Jeezus Gawd. Even I'm gonna have to watch this game! Geaux Saints! Who dat sayin' dey gon' beat dem Saints? Who dat? WHO DAT?!! [ Link to today's entries ]
All hail the deep-fry guru! "How was your trip?" someone asked my friend Chris after I took him to New Orleans for the first time. "Battered and deep-fried," he said. Yeah, we'll deep-fry the normal stuff (seafood, of course), and some slightly strange stuff (fried pickles at Liuzza's, mmmmm), and some really wacky stuff (I'm not sure, but there's someone out there deep-frying muffulettas). However, I have to admit that New Orleans has nothing on Charlie Boghosian, the man who really will batter and deep fry anything that isn't nailed down, and then put it on a stick. He runs Chicken Charlie's at the L.A. County Fair and elsewhere on the fair circuit. We've had his deep-fried macaroni and cheese on a stick, and he's also deep-fried pickles, avocados, Oreos, Twinkies, churros (which are already deep-fried, but he stuffs, batters 'n deep-fries 'em again), cauliflowers and more. There's even deep-fried Cosmopolitans (which aren't really Cosmopolitans, but a cranberry-lime cheesecake pastry) and, apparently, deep-fried Coke (I must know what that is). The Fat Pack asks, "Why hasn't THIS guy gotten a MacArthur Grant?!" And, "I heard a rumor that next year he's going to offer deep-fried globs of MSG. On a stick. With powdered sugar." And, "Oh, I'd gladly eat that if, as he did with the churros, they're 'coated in pancake batter,' then 'doused in chocolate syrup, powdered sugar and rainbow sprinkles.' I think I'd eat shoe leather if it were prepared in that fashion." And, "This guy needs a Food Network show. I'd gladly scrap Rachael Ray to make room. Goodbye EVOO, hello PUVO." And, "I was excited by his savory churros stuffed with sweet Greek cheese and walnuts, then fried. The man is a GENIUS, I tell you! Why isn't he our friend?"
(Wimps.)
We are too, as you know. And that deep-fried Snickers is damn good. We didn't think the Twinkie was as successful, though. This year, Boghosian's new item is the Krispy Kreme Chicken and Swiss sandwich with a side of honey. Imagine a jelly doughnut hollowed out, cut in half and garnished with a fried chicken patty and slice of gooey Swiss cheese. Uh huh. We'll go to the County Fair and we'll sample his wares. Because we must. One wouldn't think it possible for right-wing TV pundit Tucker Carlson to be able to embarrass himself further; everything from his movie-usher bow tie to being reduced to Jon Stewart's bitch on "Crossfire" to ... well, almost every utterance that spews forth from his mouth makes him more ridiculous each day. However, this self-proclaimed journalist has decided that enough is indeed not enough, and decided to appear on a TV program called "Dancing With The Stars." I can see how he might not have expected what he got when Jon Stewart appeared on his program (although he should have), but he voluntarily marched right into this one. How did it go? Well, apparently he sat in a chair for a large part of the dance before he finally stood up and lumbered around; the judge told him, "Well, the problem started when you stood up." Ladies and gentlemen, for your amusement, here he is: Next time he tries to interview anybody, I just wanna hear James Carville call out, "Hey, can we run that clip again please?" [ Link to today's entries ]
Best excuse for quitting drugs EVER! Keef's awright ... really, no damage here, perfectly fine ... (Thanks, Steve 'n Audrey!)
I know how he feels. I wasn't all that fond of Jack Daniel's, but it's total crap now that they've lowered the proof to 80. [ Link to today's entries ]
Journalist arrested for filming Katrina refugees. Yep, Greg Palast apparently has federal charges pending against him for Journalism in the First Degree:
"Still?" (Thanks, Oyster.) Yarrrr! Ahoy, me little darlins ... ye'll be wantin' to read this parchment with an actual conversation that scullery wench Mary had with her professor this mornin':
Now mateys, forget you not t' be talkin' like a pirate all day, fer it is yer sworn duty to do so, aye. Otherwise ye be hoisted to the yardarm for a dose o' the cat, which be awfully nasty unless ye be likin' that sort o' thing, yarrr. Quote of the week. In Trader Joe's the other day, some woman had the audacity to complain about the lack of spinach, somewhat absurd given the 20-state E. Coli outbreak caused by contaminated California-grown fresh spinach. The Trader Joe's guy replied to her, Jack Webb-like, dead pan and dry as a bone ...
I near sprayed them with my free samples (Caerphilly with chives, and Dixie Peach juice, yum). Quote of the day, part deux. From the No-you-really-can't-make-this-shit-up Department, in the form of last Friday's White House press conference:
Umm ... *facepalm* [ Link to today's entries ]
The shame of our government. If this is allowed to keep going, the America you'll be living in at the end of George W. Bush's reign will bear little resemblance to the one you grew up in. Via Kevin, here's Sen. Russ Feingold:
Go ahead and flush those constitutional checks and balances down the toilet. "At Dubya's mandate -- and despite Democratic attempts to limit the damage -- Spineless Arlen Specter and the GOP members of the Senate Judiciary Committee approve legislation legalizing the NSA's warrantless wiretap program." As the ACLU summed it up: "Today, the Senate Judiciary Committee acted as a rubber stamp for the administration's abuse of power." He wants the power to wiretap without warrant, without supervision by a judge. He wants the power to set up kangaroo courts where people can be tried, convicted and even executed based on evidence they're not allowed to see. He wants to be able to torture suspects. Does this sound like any America you grew up in? Heroes yesterday, spat upon today. Remember the Republican hero-worship of the 9/11 rescue responders, all the firefighters and cops and rescue workers who worked long and tireless hours at Ground Zero in the hours, days and weeks immediately following? The responders were called heroes, the finest kind of Americans, and the sun shone eright out their arses. However, now that the 'Thuglicans used them for their own political gain, it's apparently time to discard them. Many of those rescue responders are now seriously ill due to the toxic nature of the rescue site, and yesterday Republican senators rejected funding for their medical treatment. Aren't you proud? Yay, a Democrat with balls. Maybe she can teach the rest of them how to grow a pair. Sen. Mary Landrieu of Louisiana:
Tell it like it is ... [ Link to today's entries ]
Quote of the day. This is a salad truism: "It's hard not to like a restaurant ... that lists fried chicken livers as a salad." Fried erstas make a good salad too, as does a warm bacon vinaigrette that uses the bacon fat instead of oil, and pieces of bacon too. Ann Richards, RIP. The former governor of Texas (and the last good one) has died at age 73. As Rick said last night, "She was a Democrat, a liberal and a broad in the best sense of the word." From the AP story comes the other Quote of the Day: "Asked once what she might have done differently had she known she was going to be a one-term governor, Richards grinned. 'Oh, I would probably have raised more hell.'" Shall we mention that this wonderful lady's defeat in her run for
reelection in the Wingnut of the day. (Via Josh) Batshit insane senator Rick Santorum thinks that terrorists are more dangerous than Hitler, Stalin and Soviet nukes. Because he represents a Republican party that has nothing to offer but fear itself. The myth of the omnipresent enemy. (Via Corrente) Follow the above link to Corrente's excellent introduction to the primary article to which they link, one in the staid, bipartisan, establishment publication Foreign Affairs, which has the balls to finally ask the unasked question, "Is there still a terrorist threat?"
The Emperor has no clothes. "If there were a terrorist threat," writes Corrente post author Lambert, "they should be here by now (and not as result of an October surprise)." Foreign Affairs continues:
Lambert: "What about Afghanistan?"
Lambert: "What about Iraq?"
Lambert: "Is Al Qaeda biding its time?"
Lambert: "So why no attacks?"
Lambert: "This would certainly explain why we keep releasing arrested "terrorists" for lack of evidence. Look at the numbers:"
Lambert: "So, why no second 9/11? Because 9/11 was bad for terrorists in Europe and Asia:"
Lambert: "Of course, under the Republicans rule, we create our own reality, and that is exactly what is happening with the "war" on "terror":
Lambert: "'Policing activity,' eh? Turns out it's a law enforcement problem! "So, how dangerous is terrorism, really? (Absent the loose nukes scenario which, as we know, the administration has done nothing to protect us against.)"
Lambert asks,"So, what's it all about?" For starters, it's about keeping everyone in America afraid, in a constant state of fear, because that's the only thing that cna get them reelected. Lambert goes on: "Well, we're dealing with Republicans, so... Give me a minute... Oh! It's all about the money!"
Lambert: "Of course, no Beltway politician -- Democratic or Republican -- can say such things aloud." Somebody had better say it. Somebody better read this article aloud to the rest of the country, too. [ Link to today's entries ]
Quote of the day. From the "You've-got-to-be-fucking-kidding-me" Department ...
I am not making this up. Todd Gitlin continues at TPM Cafe:
Wonder what brought that on? Maybe a drink or three before the interview? Olbermann's reply to last night's speech. I turned it off halfway, myself. I'm at the point where the sound of fingernails on the chalkboard is less teeth-grating than the sound of that man's voice. MSNBC's Keith Olbermann stuck it out to the end, though, and had this to say (an excerpt):
People need to start using the impolite phrase more often, from the person on the street to the news media to the new Democrats we elect in November. Who knew that Saddam Hussein was a Kids in the Hall fan? (Thanks, Michael!) [ Link to today's entries ]
This day in history. 100 years ago today ...
Justice and peace in our time ... now there's an idea. And in my own personal history for today ... Happy Birthday, Barry! Happy Anniversary, Kat and Allen! The Hungry Passport! Okay, I am long overdue in linking this site, because I am The Absentminded Weblogger and God Emperor of Procrastination as well. Our friend Carol, who came by for some of our figs the other day and posted a bit of fig porn on the fig topic below, has a wonderful website called The Hungry Passport. She's a trained chef, but is channeling her talents primariy toward food writing and culinary travel, starting off with a guided food-oriented trip to Ireland next year. Check it out! Bitters fanatics, rejoice! The bitters subculture amongst the cocktailian world has something else to be happy about. A couple of guys in Germany, Stefan Berg and Alexander Hauck, had the same problem as all German cocktailian bartenders -- aside from Angostura Bitters and a local product called Riemersschmied Bitters (which I'd never heard of and now, of course, want), they had no other bitters resources for making new and classic cocktails. No Peychaud's, no Fee's or Regans' Orange, nothing. So, enterprising lads that they are, they made their own. Their company is called The Bitter Truth, and they are currently offering three products -- an orange bitters, an "old-time" aromatic bitters, plus orange flower water (essential for Ramos Gin Fizzes and more). Robert "DrinkBoy" Hess reviewed them in his online forum thusly:
This is great news for the cocktail world, and especially for those of us with, as DrinkBoy forum poster Andy called it, "The Sickness." :-) I'll be ordering some today. Plucky Survivors See America, Days Eight and Nine. In which we see Birmingham, Vulcan's butt, Selma and have fried green tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe on Day 8; and in which the home of To Kill A Mockingbird is visited, we covet the car with the giant chicken head, then head back along the still-devasted Alabama and Mississippi Gulf Coasts back to New Orleans as their amazing trip comes to a close.
Yeah you rite. Welcome home, y'all. [ Link to today's entries ]
Plucky Survivors See America, Day Seven. In which doughnuts are had, plus a visit to the Ave Maria Grotto at St. Bernard's Monastery in Cullman, Alabama (which, by great small-world coincidence, is where my dad went to a boarding prep high school in the late '40s-early '50s), as well as the U.S. Space and Rocket Museum in Huntsville (where aspiring astronaut-Chuck was in hog heaven when he visited there at age 12). Figs! You gotta love a Food Section story about one of my favorite fruits in the world that starts like this:
Nice one, Russ. Great article too, and it makes me feel bad and guilty because we've been remiss at harvesting the figs from our 60+ year old fig tree right outside the back doors. Some of them are starting to PLOP! on the ground, and one very bold and cheeky blue jay keeps eating them and chirping incessantly into our open doors, "Hey! I'm eating your figs, motherfeckers!" Little bastard. So this weekend I'm gonna see if our crop has improved from the leathery, tasteless figs we got last year after what was probably half a century of Best Figs Ever. (Seriously, that tree had a reputation in the neighborhood long before we ever bought that house.) Let's hope for some figgy goodness. Oh, and in the unlikely event you were actually thinking about it ... Don't bother with ABC's bullshit 9/11 "docudrama"-cum-GOP-propaganda they're spewing out this weekend (read about it on Atrios; start there and scroll down), unless you really enjoy history being replaced by made-up-shit. [ Link to today's entries ]
A Change is Gonna Come. This month's issue of OffBeat features a superb interview with John Boutté, who's been my favorite male singer in New Orleans for years, and who, in the opinion of the article's author Geoffrey Himes, "the most important artist of post-K New Orleans music." His current repertoire of songs, which he reinterprets with regards to the city's current situation, is nothing less than brilliant. Don't say "K" or "storm" in front of John, though. "I never use the word 'storm'," he says. "I always say, 'When the levees failed.' The problem wasn't the storm; the problem was the levees." Incidentally, if you look around, there's a decent-quality tape of the WWOZ broadcast of John's astonishing performance at the 2006 New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival floating around; check dimeadozen.org. Quote of the day. From the above OffBeat article and interview:
Yeah you rite. Plucky Survivors See America, Day Six. In which they are stunned by what they see at the National Civil Rights Museum in Memphis, get the blues and eat fried chicken (among many other things).
I am not in the least bit surprised. Poor Rick has a cold now, though! Take your Airborne and Vitamin C an get well soon! [ Link to today's entries ]
Plucky Survivors See America, Day Five. In which they go to Graceland, Graceland, Memphis, Tennessee, they go to Graceland ... poor boys and children with families, and they are goin' to Graceland ... Also Little Rock and Central High, also fried chicken 'n BBQ 'n pie (pie!), and, sadly, dying towns.
Oh, and a reminder that they went back and expanded their account of Day Three too, so go back and catch up! Utah ... who knew? This is a speech given by Salt Lake City Mayor Ross "Rocky" Anderson on August 30, in SLC's Washington Square. If you haven't seen this already, make it today's must-read. (Via Wes.)
Oh my. My. Utah. There's more, much more ...
Do not be silent. [ Link to today's entries ]
Plucky Survivors See America, Day Four. In which they discover that the evil Branson, Missouri is a city that doesn't want to let you leave ("I won't be ignored!"); plus a visit to the Clinton Presidential Library, and ducks ducks ducks! Go, Krewe! The Arabi Wrecking Krewe, a group of amazing volunteers who've been helping to bring musicians back to New Orleans and gutting their flooded homes for them, most recently took on the wrecked New Orleans East home of legendary saxophone player Kidd Jordan; the photos are here. It's amazing people like this who are going to save New Orleans and the Gulf Coast, not stupid, useless politicians. [ Link to today's entries ]
Plucky Survivors See America, Day Three. In which age and decrepitude set in. (Okay, not really, but there will probably be some minor sulking along those lines.)
I can hardly wait for the rest. :-) [ Link to today's entries ]
Plucky Survivors See America, Day Two. In which Mary eats, Rick gets grumpy, Bonnie and Clyde are reckoned with, Mary breaks Uncle Sam, pigs are wiggled (well, not really), the blues were had (in a good way), BBQ was consumed and Rick wiped Mary out in Cow (you'll see).
Out of Natchitoches and on to Gibsland ... read on! [ Link to today's entries ]
The Adventures of Cancer Chick. Boy, am I behind on this. OK, quick recap ... our friend Mary put up a website a little while back, with a short bio on the front page, a compendium of articles she's written for the Los Angeles Times, a sub-section called "Merrie Maladies" ("It's kind of a blog about breast cancer, except it's not depressing. Much, anyway ... plus detailed lists of whatever food I was eating at the time, because the unexamined cuisine isn't worth consuming." Ooh, food porn!), and then ... The Road Trip! Road trip? What road trip? Oh yeah ... The Plucky Survivors See America! This all began a while back when Mary asked her good friend Rick, whose mumbletieth birthday was approaching (okay, it's a fairly round number that ends with a zero and is divisble by 20 ... no, it's not 20. Or 60. OK Rick, you're forty, might as well get used to saying the number), what he wanted to do for said birthday. "Anything you want," she said, "let's do it." Almost immediately, Rick said, "I wanna go to Branson and see The World's Largest Ball of Twine."
Thus was the idea behind The Plucky Survivors Roat Trip, which began day before yesterday and the begining of which I missed. "I didn't think it was starting this Thursday!" I wailed to Wes. "Well," he replied, "when Mary was here this past Tuesday and said 'We're leaving on Thursday!', which feckin' Thursday did you think she meant?!" So that was day before yesterday, Chuck, you dumbshit, and they've already got Day One up, which brought us "Britney Spears, barbecue, burgers, and the disturbing realization that Rick didn't spend enough time looking at the legend of the maps when he planned the route."
There's food porn too, of course, and the ferchrissakes Britney Spears Museum (?!?!). How can you not read and get hooked? I will provide daily updates and links! August Looka! entries have been permanently archived. [ Link to today's entries ]
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