Louisiana will waive sales taxes on purchases of firearms, ammunition and hunting supplies Friday, Sept. 4 through Sunday, Sept. 6. The so-called “Louisiana Second Amendment Weekend Sales Tax Holiday” was authorized by the state Legislature and will become an annual event.

—NOLA.com

Yes, I believe you know the posterboy. I can’t believe he posed for it either, but I’m very glad he did. Not to brag or shower him with accolades or anything, but, uh, YOWZA. Right?

Anyway, it’s going to be a great party. AND my friend Paul (aka Christeene) is going to be there cranking out a few numbers like that, yo. Filthy awesome.

I wish I had a photographer’s eye or a highly developed visual aesthetic. But the fact of the matter is, I’m not a visual thinker. I’ve never been especially good with arranging things or making pretty pictures. I’m even lousy at puzzles. And let’s not even talk about swagging drapes. Yes, I do a fair amount of graphic and web design, and I’m happy with most of that work, but I wouldn’t call it groundbreaking. Functional and generally clean, yes, but groundbreaking? Nein, fraulein.

Which is to say, I have nothing but appreciation for those who know what they’re doing behind a camera, like the boyfriend, or like Mr. Kwong here. Of course, Louis’ job may have been made a little easier by his subject matter — I mean, the guy starts out ahead, right?

I knew that Ray Nagin had announced a deal with Nickelodeon to redevelop the Six Flags theme park that’s lain abandoned in New Orleans East since Hurricane Katrina rolled through nearly four years ago.

What I did not know was that there’d been a photo op at the announcement:

I can only presume that by this time next year, C. Ray will be comfortably ensconced under the sea, living in an upside-down pineapple with his new paramour. Or possibly alone, ensconced in some very heavy footwear. Either way.

[WWL]

Half of me thinks this is crazy. Another half of me thinks it’s nice that someone’s envisioned New Orleans’ architectural landscape in a wacko, high-on-life, rich-from-petroleum, bring-in-the-Bangladeshi-slave-girls kind of way. And a third, nonexistent half of me thinks that the residents of One River Place are probably already pissed that someone bothered to imagine this Tron-style tenement:

Rebuilding New Orleans is an ongoing effort and pitching into the concept-zone is the New Orleans Arcology Habitat or NOAH. Since the details on this structure are in-depth and plenty, lets plunge into them right away. NOAH proposes to be a habitat for 40,000 residents who can benefit from the planned residential units, school system, commercial, retail, hotels, casinos, parking, and public works facilities.

NOAH is based upon the following preliminary program outline.

1. Residential Units / Rental and Condominium; 20,000 units @ average 1100 Sq ft
2. Three Hotels; Average 200 rooms plus associated services
3. Time Share Units; 1500 units @ average 1100 sq ft
4. Three Casino Facilities
5. Commercial Space / Rental and Condominiums; 500,000 sq ft
6. Commercial Space / Retail; 500,000 sq ft
7. Parking Garage / within foundation; 8,000 cars
8. Cultural Facilities; 100,000 sq ft
9. Public Works; 50,000 sq ft / includes storage
10. District School System; 100,000 sq ft
11. District Administrative Office; 50,000 sq ft
12. District Health Care Facility; 20,000 sq ft

Estimated Total Square Footage : 30 million

Location/Site Specific: In reviewing all the options and possible sites for NOAH, the most logical location is on the Mississippi riverfront and adjacent to the Central Business District.

Oh: and it goes on.

No, that title isn’t more random word associations. It’s a real vagina bike taxi. I mean, duh:

[Momlogic via JV]

Seriously, you need to see that full-size:

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[via Towleroad]

I asked for an explanation of this photo of Adam Lambert:

Constant Reader Jerome was kind enough to provide it:

Adam Lambert was making a special appearance at the Cass County, Iowa county fair, in-between the flower-arranging competition and the hog-calling contest. Then, again, perhaps he wasn’t really scheduled to perform; he might’ve just been late for one event or early for the other.

Anyway, little Morrie Stubbs (to differentiate from “big” Morrie Stubbs who passed last November after suffocating in the baler) was hired as a part-time gaffer for the “main stage” at the fair. Actually, the Cass county fairgrounds only has one stage that is basically plywood over some footed two by fours covered with Missy Evans’ old kitchen linoleum, but it sounds so much better calling it “main”. So Morrie, who has very close contact with sheep, has a bit of a fixation with eyelashes, being that sheep are renowned for that “come hither” look in many rural areas, and it is due to their beautiful eyelashes.

(Be still, my heart ! Could you even begin to resist this?!)

Anyway, Morrie immediately noticed Adam’s gorgeous eyelashes and walked over to him to comment on his wonderful eyes, asking him if anyone in his family was raising sheep. Adam had to explain that his lashes were due to a new product, a prescription drug that brings lashes to their lushest, bestest length. (Adam has a way with words.)

Morrie just had to take a closer look himself, and someone snapped the shot.

Unfortunately the encounter did not have a happy ending, because when Morrie continued his admiration of Lambert, he mistakenly told him that his eyes were prettier than those of any sheep he had ever seen. Lambert was not amused.

So we must remember, as Adam would say, “Entitlement is not sexy”.