Scary.

It's interesting that the campus remains open. I wonder if two sorority girls had been murdered in their east campus apartment, it would still be.

It is reassuring to know, however, that the LSU spokesperson is capable of NOPD-level inanity.

"Police actually think it was a straight home invasion and not a concern to the rest of the campus," said Kristine Calongne, a university spokeswoman.

Phew, I was about to get worried there.

In other news, our hot water heater quit working this morning and Kayla had to take her second cold water shower. The first was when we realized we were completely out of propane at 10:30 at night. I fortunately have the gym, usually. This no-tub thing is getting old fast. The trailer maintenance guy is supposed to come today to fix it. We'll see.

Home

BB lounging in her private dog park.

Also, from www.suspect-device.com, your federal tax dollars at work, The End:

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Excuses, excuses...

No posts lately as Kayla and I are in the process of moving back into the not-yet-finished house. We'll be camping out in a couple of rooms and hoping to get the tub working soon. We even have a toilet now, so bully for us!

Merry Christmas

It's after thanksgiving, so BB can get festive!

Forgetful Jones had Alzheimers.

I'm typically one who gets a little peeved at people who pine nostalgic and dismissively say that back in the day kids were freer. As in, free to eat lead paint and to stick their tiny hands in gears of the loom. Well, perhaps that's overstated, but I hope you get the point. Maybe lawn darts weren't such a good idea.

Well, perhaps it's all come too far now. Apparently, old skool sesame street is a little too risque for today's preschool set. I mean, Oscar isn't the same if he isn't the asshole curmudgeon who lives in a fucking trash can.

Contempt

I went to the "Thank You" party put on by Hizzoner yesterday evening on my way to the gym. It appeared to be a event that was supposed to get locals to come downtown after work to get some free food. What it turned out to be was a photo opportunity for said pol and free food for confused tourists and homeless people who had wandered over from Duncan Plaza.

What struck me was that as I walked down the sidewalk, I saw hizzoner himself. And instead of feeling any amount of thrill that, hey, there's the mayor, or hey, there's a famous person. All I felt was utter contempt. I actually wanted to go smack that race-bating, opportunist, corrupt, walking embarassment in the back of his shiny head. I guess what's surprising is that I've always been one to revere political institutions. Feeling this level of distrust for the government is something new. Perhaps I should move to Idaho.