The Atlanta Falcons signed my favorite quarterback that doesn’t play for the Saints Joey Harrington to a two year deal.
This means Joey will be living in Atlanta. Joey, you will always be welcome at my house. We will drink cheap bear and call Terry Bradshaw mean names. Then we’ll laugh at Dave as he tries to throw a football 35 yards while sitting down.
I may have to go to a Falcons preseason game so I can wear my Joey Harrington Lions jersey.
I tried to upgrade my account with my webhost to get more server space and they canceled me instead. They are in the process of restoring my site now. It looks like I will lose about two weeks worth of content based on what it looks like right now.
Needless to say, I’m a little angry that I tried to pay them MORE money, and ended up losing my site. I hope I don’t have to take my business elsewhere, because up until now, hostgator has been a great webhost.
Update:
After being promised on Friday that the site could be restored, now they tell me that they cannot. HostGator is not doing right by me.
So last night, we’re sitting on the couch watching TV. The doorbell starts ringing like crazy. I get up in my PJs to check it out. Our next door neighbor Kevin is out in front unraveling his hose. “Your sign is on fire,” he says.
Sure enough, it was. Not a big fire, just the corner. But a smelly, stinky plastic fire. I turn on our hose and put out the fire. Good thing Kevin walked out when he did, the whole thing might have gone up.
It’s weird though. Why the heck would someone do that? My guess is someone stupid was walking by and just got the itch to set it on fire. The sign was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, or the right place at the right time, depending on your point of view.
I don’t think they were actually trying to burn it to the ground, or they would have started the fire on the bottom of sign, and let the fire rise up. Instead they started it at the top:
Weird. Weird. Weird.
There’s that conspiracy part of me that wants to think that there is someone out there who hates us and wants to send us a message or something, but I really just think this is just part of living in the city.
More pictures inside.
*hiccup*
The Saints look like they will sell out all the suites in the Superdome. That is awesome. It’s huge for the team’s future in New Orleans. I remember last year, after the season ticket sellout, reading things like “Great that the tickets sold out, but the suites are where the big money is, and there’s no corporations in New Orleans to buy them.”
From nola.com:
The Saints are on the verge of selling out all 137 luxury suites and more than 68,000 season tickets in the Superdome this year for the first time in team history. Last year, about three-fourths of the suites were sold. They range in price from $80,000 to $125,000.
In other suite news, Dave gave us tickets that included a suite to a 76ers-Hawks game this week. Talk about great. No lines to get a beer, no lines at the bathroom, a private bar, 30 feet from the court, parking where the players park. We all had a great time.
Dave your mission is now to get us a suite for a Saints game. Work your magic.
Our landlord is selling our apartment. Fine. He’s been a great landlord. We’re willing to help him sell the place. Keep it clean, let Realtors in, be nice, etc., etc. We had two stipulations:
This was reasonable to the landlord, who had had the experience of trying to sell a home he was living in. It’s just courtesy.
Three times now I’ve gotten voicemails from Jenny Pruitt Realtor agents, that go something like this:
1:00pm: “Hi my name is Pushy Realtor, and I’m going to show your apartment at 5:30pm today. Thanks!”
Because I work in a basement, I don’t get my voicemail off my cellphone until I leave work at 5pm. That’s my problem not theirs. But 4 hours notice is not 24 hours, and they never ask me if I going to be there. They are going to show the place whether I’m there or not. So I have to call them back and explain to them what it says in the listing.
And they always get pissed. The lady today practically hung up on me. She was so put out that I wanted her to follow the rules. She was put out that I didn’t want to let a bunch of strangers into my house when I wasn’t there.
What’s funny is that I am at home now, and have plenty of time to show the house. I’d be perfectly willing to, if they had called yesterday. But I’m not going to bend on the rules, because they’ve already abused them.
Last week, I think the place was shown without even a phone message. If you’ve been to our house, you know that we keep the bathroom doors closed because the cats have a plant fetish and they will eat our houseplants down to a nub. Potato ate an entire aloe plant once. Nothing left but a gooey dirty nubbin in the pot. Anyway, I came home and the bathroom doors were wide open and Ezelle was happily munching away on Leslie’s new African Violets. I bet they are delicious, with those soft furry mushy leaves. Leslie didn’t leave the doors open. Leslie likes her houseplants chew-free. Someone else was in the house. Without even the courtesy of a voicemail.
We talked about that incident with the landlord, and he was very sympathetic and understanding and said he would talk to the listing Realtor. I guess it did some good, because now they are calling at least 4 hours before, but at least they are calling.
I’ve shown the apartment to one Realtor so far. Jazz Boudreaux was his name. Not surprisingly based on his name, he had lived in New Orleans–he recognized the Adams Street PoBoys menu on our fridge. He called 24 hours before, set up an appointment, was very respectful of my time, and thanked me for taking the time to show the place. I don’t want to come off that I think all Realtors are self-centered jerks. Just the ones from Jenny Pruitt and Associates. Take a lesson from Jazz Boudreaux and be nice, and I’ll be nice.
I’m sure Dave will find something to worry about in this, but the Saints signed another Bengals player on defense, safety Kevin Kaesviharn. Dave liked Ken Hamlin instead. I think Kaesviharn is much better, as he has not been beaten outside a club with a street sign. Ironic, because he was on the Bengals, who have since all been arrested.
Kaesviharn also led the league in interceptions by safeties. He can also play cornerback. I’d like to see us get another corner, too, but I’m feeling better about the Saints offseason.
Sorry I forgot to post on your birthday!
The Times-Picayune isn’t the greatest paper in the world, but they produce some of the best animated graphics around using Flash (see the Katrina timeline). They have done it again with a graphic of the Louisiana coastal erosion by Dan Swenson. Warning: It’s got sound, and is about 7 minutes long, but worth it.
It’s amazing to see what the coast looks like now, compared to what we see on every map of Louisiana, including the official state tourism map. The state should really update the map with what the coast actually looks like now, it might help people realize the severity of the coastal erosion. Here’s an image I grabbed from the T-P that shows what the coast looked like in 2005:
A little bit different than the traditional map we always see, which comes from the 1930s:
For another example, search for Old Lady Lake in Google Maps. Take a not of the shape of De la Valle and the Fomation Islands. Then hit the satellite button on the top right of the map. A little bit different….
The Saints released Joe Horn today.
I hope he comes back. Not that I don’t want him to get the money he thinks he deserves, it’s just I like him being a Saint. That little mustache is hot.