Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Still here.

Yep, I'm still here. And so are the furry minions.

Just been busy lately, between my real job and my after-hours gigs. But still here and mostly happy.

Mostly I say, due to my "loyal" K-9 companions who got me again yesterday.

I went out for a nice run, and all during the run I dreamed of coming home to toast an english muffin and spread peanut butter on it. I was envisioning the peanut butter melting into the hot nooks and crannies of the muffin and savoring the taste as I got home and put the muffins in the toaster. But where's the peanut butter? It's not in the cupboard. It's not on the counter, where I recall leaving it the day before...

Leaving it. On the counter...

I found the remains of the plastic jar on the dog beds in the living room just as the muffins popped out of the toaster. Freaking thieves.

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Dining right...

Started off at a crawfish boil last night...
Finished up with a nice dark gumbo and grilled garlic bread.

Gals, grub and guns...I think I've got everything I need here.

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Happy Belle

Gratuitous shot of Belle shaking paws with the lovely Cherry.

It's a dog's life, indeed...lucky dog.

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Tall Ships!

Long time, no post, I know.

To quote any one of a number of my neighbors: "You see, what had happened was..."

Anyway, last weekend was a long birthday week-end. I had friends collect me up to take me out to celebrate on Friday...and on Saturday...and Sunday...and each night lasted until around zero-dawn-thirty, so by Monday afternoon, I was pretty much glad that birthdays come around just once a year. and it was different groups of friends each time, so each of them only had to stay out and play too late ONE night, but I got all three. And it was also French Quarter Fest, so there was that.

It was fun times though, at least the parts I can recall.

I've also been having major problems with this computer at home, and it's probably ready for a replacement. And since I can't blog from work any more, it severely limits my online presence when I can't get onto the internet or open files without a fight.

But like I said...anyway...

This week-end was the beginning of Fleet Week, and we've got a few Tall Ships and an LHD here for the tourists to see, the USS Kearsarge.

Yesterday I went aboard Kearsarge. I'd have liked to get a better profile shot but she was pressed up against the wharf so close that I couldn't get the distance I needed to shoot her broadside. We all queued up to go aboard, and we got marched into her lower cargo deck to see some vehicles inside--trucks and Humvees--and then we went up to the flight deck to see some heckiflopters and an Osprey, which I was impressed by.

Sea Cobra. AH-1W

Osprey cockpit. All glass.
And heckiflopter controls, which transition to fixed-wing input when the engines pivot forward. Lotta computer help required.

The steamer Natchez passing by...and the Coast Guard made darn sure it didn't get too close to Kearsarge.

But Kearsarge can probably defend herself against excursion boats just fine.
RIM 116 Rolling Airframe Missile launcher Ship has 2.

Phalanx CIWS. Ship has three.

She also has some small arms, and those were out for display on the way out. A Marine was nice enough to ask me if I wanted to handle the M-240B machine gun when I expressed some interest in it, and then he turned his back on me to talk to someone else. Mistake. Big mistake. I immediately disengaged the barrel assembly and pulled it off. He heard the barrel assembly come out and whirled around. All I could do was grin and say: "Hey, I think this broke!"

Hell, I was leaving anyway.

Saw some of the tall ships too.

Then it was dinner and a walk home. Meant to go back out to play after a short nap, but the short nap turned into 12 hours of deep sleep. Guess the work/play regimen is catching up to me.

Saturday, April 07, 2018

Went to a wedding Saturday...

It was raining. Wedding was outdoors in a city park under an open-side tent. Done on the cheap, as it was his second wedding and her third. And they are both in their early thirties, btw.

Groom and his pals responsible for setting everything up were drinking, fell way behind, and weren't even to the park yet with the chairs and tent as the first guests started to arrive. Bridezilla showed up pissed, then totally lost her mind when just as the ceremony was starting, it was discovered that they'd left the rings at their hotel, 17 miles away. She used some words that the kids in attendance should not have been privy to, but as most of the kids were theirs, they've probably heard it before. So they had to borrow rings from guests for the ceremony after the bridesmaids calmed her panic tantrum down. And then she stepped in dog doo because the boys didn't police the site where they set the tent up, and this set her off again.

Maybe his third and her fourth will go smoother.

But the reception buffet and open bar were pretty good, even without the sideshow, and I ate and drank free all night, and most of the female guests were *ahem* dancers, so the eye candy abounded.

 I do love this city.

Sunday, April 01, 2018


Just your typical New-Orleans bunny-themed bar crawl, Bunarchy.

Death could not hold Him!

Aging friends

Someone's neck was hurting so bad that he couldn't bend down to get his food, so he had to lay down to eat the other day.

Don't know what it was from, but he was whining every time he had to move his head so I took him to the vet and got him checked out and got him some muscle relaxers and he seems just fine again. In fact, he was "fine" enough to join Belle in chasing chickens around the back yard yesterday, and one slow chicken left Belle with a mouth full of feathers before it got back under the fence. But I'll be watching that neck of his. I know he's got some arthritis in his legs that's troubling him, but he powers through it most of the time. It does suck to watch your canine pals grow old.

But I will add that the next day, Belle tried to sneak in and take some of his food and that low, ominous warning growl he gave her was enough to get my attention as well as hers. She didn't try again. That's my Murphy, right there!

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Took a newbie shooting today

Call it my post-Parkland civic duty.

She liked it so much she wants to go again.

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Watchdog fail on St. Josephs' Day

The dogs are usually hyper alert to things outside. Their beds are by the window and Belle in particular sits and gazes out all day long. When either one of them sees or hears anything suspicious--a passing cat, someone walking a rival dog past (Oh no they didn't!) or something really threatening like the UPS truck, a school bus, a garbage truck or their personal nemesis the mailman, they sound off in tandem like it's World War Three.

But last night, they were completely silent as I worked on assembling a dresser in my bedroom. They didn't even react to the drums and the chants outside that finally caught MY ear and made me go look. Sure enough, Murphy was still napping and Belle was casually watching as a dozen Mardi Gras Indians from the 7th Ward's Monogram Hunters paraded right up the street, with half the neighborhood following them.

Excuse the poor quality shots--it was getting dark out and the camera phone wasn't making it happen.
Indian culture is big in "real" New Orleans, beyond the facade that the tourists and those in nice gentrified neighborhoods see. They've been doing it since before WW1, and they work all year on these elaborate suits made of beads and feathers just for Mardi Gras, St. Jospeh's Day and "Super Sunday", which was supposed to have been this past Sunday but will now be this coming Sunday due to bad weather last week-end. This tribe is the 7th Ward Monogram Hunters, one of the oldest tribes. Several of my neighbors are members.

This probably explains why the watchdogs did not bark--they knew it was our own tribe passing by. At least that's the excuse I'm making for their lazy asses today.

Come back Sunday for a ton more Indian shots and lore as I'll be up at Super Sunday for that.

Not boring around here...not boring at all.

Monday, March 19, 2018

Sunday in New Orleans

Sunday started off with me getting up and out the door just in time for church. Then another crawfish boil for lunch.

Went home after that and took a nice Sunday nap. Got up, cleaned a couple of rifles on the back steps, then got cleaned up and went to a pig roast for dinner courtesy of a neighborhood bar celebrating it's three-year anniversary..
Damn, that pig was sublime. Cut it with a sharp look and so tender and tasty.

Had a few drinks, went home, headed to bed early, then suddenly got a call. Some nice young ladies that I know needed help as a show that they were doing. Could I come help at the door? Well sure. Of course I could. Because I'm helpful like that. So I headed over and put a couple hours in for a good cause. Because I just can't say no to damsels in distress.

Got back home about 0200 or so, but I made enough money to pay for both the crawfish boil and the pig roast, plus I got free drinks. So my whole Sunday cost me nothing.

Life in New Orleans is seldom boring, lemme tell ya. But it works if you put the effort in.

Sunday, March 18, 2018

St. Patricks Day, New Orleans

Yeah I know...we've been celebrating it for a week and a half already...but yesterday we got serious with the Irish Channel parade on Magazine Street. Naturally, your roving reporter was there.

This parade is a long one and take a few hours, mainly because everyone watching and most people in it are drinking. There were 30 floats this year, and numerous marching groups, bands and dance krewes in between each one. I was fortunate enough to be invited to two different parties a block apart, so I spent my day bouncing back and forth and freely enjoying the libations provided at each one.

The riders on the floats throw handy stuff, to include cabbages, potatoes, onions and soap (Irish Spring, naturally). I got a ton of the stuff, and one of the women I was there with is going to teach me how to cook the cabbage, because, until yesterday, I had no idea what to do with one. But now I have four of them.

Go to a parade, make groceries. It's the Irish way in New Orleans.

Some of the highlights:

As is typical, you get right up on the floats as they pass by in order to catch the goodies. Parades in this city are audience participation events and also full-contact at times if you're not careful. I have been beaned several times by throws off the floats that I didn't see coming or caught poorly due to "environmental factors"

It was a great day, and this was only one of several parades going on in the area. It was the biggest though and I was feeling quite good when it was over. Bless St. Jameson indeed!

But no rest for the wicked. Had another crawfish boil to get to last night.
Tasty looking little suckers, ain't they?

In they go!