Daily Archives: October 24, 2006


Tue, 24 Oct 2006 20:00

The NOLA bloggers are sociable people. It was one more Saturday night with the bloggers; Bob Weir was nowhere to be found. Dr. A and I went to Casa Morris for Ashley’s birthday party. Professor Morris not only writes like a dream and swears like demon he makes a mean daiquiri. The things were strong enough to bitch slap yo brain. Just the way I like them. Among the local bloggers present were Oyster Ray Lisa Minor Wisdom Becky Loki Maitri and Trotsky. Trotsky? Who the hell is Trotsky? That’s for me to know and you to guess.

Unfortunately Dr. A was too busy drinking berry daiquiris and admiring the Morris’ pink kitchen appliances to take any pictures. In fact I had a chat with young Katarina Morris about all the pink in the kitchen. She likes it; me too. I asked her if she’d ever heard of Pink Floyd. She hadn’t but she knew who Drew (They Call Me The) Brees is. No surprise there.

After eating birthday cake we departed Chez Morris and went to hang out with George (Loki) Williams and finally meet his kitty tribe. Actually we went to visit the humid kitties and George was merely our facilitator. (Jeez now I sound like da Bingla.) George is not only a feline fiend he’s a one man juke box of sorts. He broke out the tunes and played all sorts of swell stuff. I believe that Loki has a new cause; to make me cool again. It could be an uphill struggle; it’s hard to be cool and a curmudgeon at the same time. I revel in my crankiness. It’s part of my charm such as it is.

NEWSFLASH: Loki has hair. When we last saw him he had that head stubble look¬† Dr. A was pleased with the change. She believes in hair and has a whole lotta locks herself. But George who will be marrying the lovely Alexis very soon may shave his punkinhead again before tying the proverbial knot. Dr. A is opposed but Loki is a force of nature so he’ll make like Lindsey Buckingham and go his own way. I’m not sure however ¬† if the convict look and a kilt go together very well. Well maybe on death row: they’ve all kilt here. <rim shot/groan> On that note I’ll close; much to everyone’s relief…

UPDATE: Very sad news via Maitri. Loki’s father died unexpectedly last night. If you’d like to express your condolences please post a comment at this entry at Humid City.