MISCELLANY
- So next week, folks in certain areas of the city will be going home. Our neighborhood hasn’t been invited back yet, presumably because portions of our ZIP code–namely, the 9th Ward and Lower 9th Ward–are still underwater. I can only hope that some of my fellow faubourgiennes are badgering City Councilwoman Jackie Clarkson by cell phone to fix the situation, ’cause her website sure as hell ain’t working.
- For those still wondering about our cat, I have nothing to report. I hope that she was rescued by the SPCA, but when I went to the massive animal shelter set up in Gonzales, I didn’t see her. Maybe she was taken to another shelter. Maybe I didn’t see her (it’s VERY chaotic over there). Maybe she’s already escaped from the house by means of a broken window (I’m sure there were several from which to choose). I’ll know for sure tomorrow, though: I’m being taken into New Orleans via police escort. It appears that my workplace has been taken over by the National Guard, and since we don’t know how long they’ll be there, my boss and I are retrieving some essentials. Rest assured, on the way back home, I’m going to stop by my house come hell or, well, high water.
- I’ve admitted before that I’m a low-level videogame geek. I’ve also admitted that I used to play D&D. A lot. I can say with a clear conscience, however, that I never, ever played Magic: The Gathering–although, this lil’ web project might force me to reconsider.
- If President Bush is, as he said last night, responsible for the problems of Hurricane Katrina, I don’t think I want him to be responsible for the solutions.
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