So yesterday afternoon our hot water heater leaked and overflowed through the ceiling into the kitchen.
No hot water, on top of no AC, on top of a broken leg.
Ain’t life grand?
So yesterday afternoon our hot water heater leaked and overflowed through the ceiling into the kitchen.
No hot water, on top of no AC, on top of a broken leg.
Ain’t life grand?
My timing is impeccable.
UPDATE: Here’s some pictures Leslie took with my cell phone in the Emergency Room. I’ll put them after the break, so that the squeamish don’t have to see if they don’t want to. Continue reading I broke my leg.
We are now homeowners. We did the closing today. It took around 4 hours…
I can’t believe the shelling out of imaginary money is over. Now the shelling out of real money begins.
It feels good though. It’s going to feel better when we have water and an AC that works.
In keeping with the current trend of how things are going in my life, I was almost hit by a car this morning. I know some of you have walked around with me, and know that I have a thing about enforcing the sanctity of crosswalks, but in this case, I was on sidewalk, and some lady turned into the driveway behind the Biltmore without looking.
Starting your day off by shouting a string of obscenities at the back of a car is not part of a balanced breakfast.
On behalf of pedestrians everywhere, if you are driving today, don’t be an asshole.
Well, I know what I’m having for dinner tonight…
I had no idea he was even sick.
I have always believed that Al Copeland invented the spork, but I have no idea if that is true or not. I have faith.
Leslie, John, Ileana, and I recently helped some friends make a film for Atlanta’s 50 Hour Film Fest.
Here’s the link: A Midtown Mile. Supposedly there is some kind of online voting, but I don’t think it there really is, it’s jsut a rating sytem type thing. It’s already been decided that we won’t make the cutoff to get shown on the big screen at the Atlanta Film Fest.
The best film is called “Wake Up Call.” You tell me if it’s intentional or not. I say it doesn’t matter.
If you are feeling good, make sure you watch “Rosa,” to immediately rid yourself of that feeling.
Here’s what I learned about film festivals, in particular these gonzo 50 or 48 hour film fests:
My mom broke her thumb, and sent in cool pictures!
The nastiest ones are after the jump:
The suffering is over.
The Saints shall rise again in 2008.
Tom Benson Replies to the Times-Picayune
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Re: “Cut the cutesy stuff,” Our Opinions, Dec. 4.
I am writing to express my disappointment regarding Tuesday’s editorial about Coach Sean Payton. Sean has done a wonderful job as our head coach and has been an exemplary leader in raising the collective spirits of this city through the play of our team and by participating in many civic and charitable events. If this article appeared in a football context, it would be penalized for at least a “late hit,” “block in the back,” and “unsportsmanlike conduct.”
I am shocked that you would use your valued editorial space to lambaste our head coach based on one play. Do the math. Sean has coached our team for 30 games since we hired him in 2006. These are the same plays that have defined his success in 2006 and 2007 and the same plays that your newspaper has deemed genius. He has called more than 2,000 offensive plays, many of which your newspaper celebrates. He makes a decision in one game that our players are trained to execute and do not, but yet your newspaper vilifies him in the same editorial section reserved for the most corrupt of the corrupt who pollute our city.
We are proud of Sean Payton for what he stands for and what he does for our team and this city. I am disappointed your newspaper does not feel the same way.
Tom Benson
Owner
New Orleans Saints
Metairie
We’ll hear about this later from Mr. Benson when he tries to move the team again as proof that the city does not support the team. I love Sean Payton, but as a head coach, you are going to get scrutinized and criticized when you screw up. Shut up, Tom Benson.
The Saints of old are back! It was a missed extra point and a backwards pass all rolled into one. After the safety, I was sure we had that game in the bag. Up by three, 3:30 or so left on the clock, just run the ball and kill the clock. Punt it to them with a minute or so. They don’t have any timeouts. I forgot the number one truth of Saints football: There’s always time to lose the game.
We call some kind of ugly end around pitch from Reggie to Devery, and we put the ball on the ground. I guess if that ridiculous play works, Payton is a genius. Instead, he just looks like a complete fool, and costs us our chance at the post-season.
At least we have someone else to blame besides Jason David.