The lessons I've learned thus far in the parading season?
When you're at a standstill on the parade route on a cold night, make the most of it:
Southern Unversity's band KICKS. ASS. Almost upstaged Drew Brees in Bacchus:
More parade season pics here.
Excuse me while I tend to the open house I've got going later. King Cake #2 is a-baking.
Happy Mardi Gras, all.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
From how far away did people come to the Lombardi Gras parade this past Tuesday?
Well, lots of people from across the river...some from across the lake...some from that parish upriver...
...and at least one lady from Alabama, who gave me this gem of Bob Breck's:
He might have been at least a little punch-drunk during the making of that forecast, if not actually drunk. Check more of Saintseester's links and pictures here.
"Some kinda tackle that split the sofa" is another grand reaction to Tracy Porter's pick six.
More evidence that the Saints put the team back in "team sport".
And, finally, we're heading into that weekend before Mardi Gras day. Tonight is a (gasp!) four-parade night due to the weather and the scheduling of the parades. Bundle up, hell is still freezing over. And pace yourselves out there.
In your calmer moments, ponder how best you can contribute to making city government better. Mayor-elect Mitch Landrieu wants to know.
Well, lots of people from across the river...some from across the lake...some from that parish upriver...
...and at least one lady from Alabama, who gave me this gem of Bob Breck's:
He might have been at least a little punch-drunk during the making of that forecast, if not actually drunk. Check more of Saintseester's links and pictures here.
"Some kinda tackle that split the sofa" is another grand reaction to Tracy Porter's pick six.
More evidence that the Saints put the team back in "team sport".
And, finally, we're heading into that weekend before Mardi Gras day. Tonight is a (gasp!) four-parade night due to the weather and the scheduling of the parades. Bundle up, hell is still freezing over. And pace yourselves out there.
In your calmer moments, ponder how best you can contribute to making city government better. Mayor-elect Mitch Landrieu wants to know.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
In all truthfulness, I'm glad the parades are postponed/cancelled for tonight. Gives me another chance to try to get over my sore throat. It's a pain in the rear being sick during Carnival.
To tide you all over 'til then, I give you my latest post over at Humid City, a day late but most definitely not short in any way. It's pretty long, actually.
And as a person who remembers when there was a parade or two every night the week before Mardi Gras day, I agree with the yaller blogger's tangent on parade scheduling. It would certainly go easier on a friend of mine in the NOPD and his buddies, who've had to work some major amounts of overtime compressed into just a few days.
I also can't get this outta my head:
To think, we coulda schlepped over to Lucy's to eat that night. It would have blown my son's mind even more, which was already blown by seeing Drew Brees atop that Bacchus float.
To tide you all over 'til then, I give you my latest post over at Humid City, a day late but most definitely not short in any way. It's pretty long, actually.
And as a person who remembers when there was a parade or two every night the week before Mardi Gras day, I agree with the yaller blogger's tangent on parade scheduling. It would certainly go easier on a friend of mine in the NOPD and his buddies, who've had to work some major amounts of overtime compressed into just a few days.
I also can't get this outta my head:
To think, we coulda schlepped over to Lucy's to eat that night. It would have blown my son's mind even more, which was already blown by seeing Drew Brees atop that Bacchus float.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Who Dat?
YOU DAT!!!!
You are invited to the 4th Annual Carnival Ball of the
KREWE OF PANCAKES AND SYRUP
"The krewe with the edible doubloons"
YOU DAT!!!!
You are invited to the 4th Annual Carnival Ball of the
KREWE OF PANCAKES AND SYRUP
"The krewe with the edible doubloons"
Where: Our House (email me at liprap2@netscape.net for directions)
What: Pancakes, and lots of 'em (maybe some syrup, too)
Who: You
Why: We can‟t eat all those pancakes by ourselves
Krewe Fees: We're supplying pancakes, syrup, coffee, milk, juice, and probably Leigh's homemade king cake, so bring whatever* else you want to eat, drink, and share with others between 8am and whenever – that's what we like to call a “potluck”.
Specialty Throws: In honor of the Saints, we will have our own limited edition black and gold doubloons... and they'll taste good, too!
Honorary Krewe Royalty: King… Cain C. Rupp
Queen… Pat O. Butter
Need to get ahold of me? Email me at liprap2@netscape.net
* food disclaimer: please bring something other than pork, shellfish, catfish, or anything that mixes milk and meat in the same dish.
“Religious” disclaimer… We started this because we like pancakes, always make too many of them, don’t want to give up our parking spots for Mardi Gras, and like company. This has absolutely nothing to do with the Christian tradition of observing Shrove Tuesday or “Pancake Day” by making and eating pancakes, which we didn’t learn about until a couple of years ago. Of course, if we were the NFL, we’d file suit and demand royalties from anyone else who eats pancakes on a Tuesday, but we aren’t the NFL, so we’ll just let it slide.
Invitation written by Dan C., my ever-sufferin', ever-lovin' husband.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Happy Lombardi Gras, all!
Who Dat Tuesday is here. Most of the kids in the area have a half day off school. People have extended cases of the Who Dat flu that compels then to call in sick to work for this day. A parade made up of the signature floats from the major Mardi Gras krewes' parades will be winding its way through the streets of the Central Business District and we will have to try to fit possibly 100,000 people into spots that'll enable everyone to see everything and maybe catch some stuff, 'cause that's how our parades roll.
And I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this trophy is in Saints' head coach Sean Payton's hand and NEW ORLEANS IS ITS HOME:
Who Dat Tuesday is here. Most of the kids in the area have a half day off school. People have extended cases of the Who Dat flu that compels then to call in sick to work for this day. A parade made up of the signature floats from the major Mardi Gras krewes' parades will be winding its way through the streets of the Central Business District and we will have to try to fit possibly 100,000 people into spots that'll enable everyone to see everything and maybe catch some stuff, 'cause that's how our parades roll.
And I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this trophy is in Saints' head coach Sean Payton's hand and NEW ORLEANS IS ITS HOME:
Believe Dat.Sunday, February 07, 2010
More on the cornerback who left Peyton Manning on his ass and ran it in with the winning TD tomorrow.For tonight, all of New Orleans and all of Louisiana are screaming with joy.
WHO DAT!!!!!!
Mazel tov to our SUPER BOWL CHAMPION NEW ORLEANS SAINTS.
I need to be pinched when I wake up tomorrow, I think.
Until then, I give you this.
On this Carrollton/King Arthur/Barkus/SUPER BOWL morn, I must first kick out a hearty mazel tov to Mitch Landrieu for landsliding his way into the mayor's office. Check the NolaStat PDF here to see how much of a blowout it was all over town. All that's left is for Hizzoner the Walking Id to somehow get stuck to his seat in the stadium in Miami and thus resign come Monday morning...but first, amateur local politics enthusiasts like myself must figure out why we got so caught up in Claude Mauberret vs. Janis Lemle and completely missed the stronghold Errol Williams still has on the assessor's office in this town. The political ground beneath New Orleans has shifted considerably and I'm certain it'll take us another four years to figure it all out...
Until then, there's more Mardi Gras coming our way...and then some big game in Florida someplace.
If you're up for getting pumped for Super Bowl XLIV, you can just flip on ESPN, apparently, and immediately get ticked off at all the fawning over Peyton Manning's mad QB skillz and his gene pool. According to Rick Reilly, you must either have had your heart removed by corn tongs or be in the Manning family if you're not pulling for the Saints.
If nothing else, Twitter has been one hell of a resource for this #twaddict in the Saints/Super Bowl reference department over the past couple of weeks. A sampling:
Saints fans, run get your hate on from this Indiana native and naturalized New Orleanian. His primers:
We love Scott Fujita. We really really do. If you don't, your heart really has been eviscerated by corn tongs.
How big a deal is this for us? Well, you can go by what my husband the Niners fan was trying to say about it to my father-in-law over the phone the other night: It's like everybody is back in high school and holding pep rallies! Or you can just read a synopsis of the Saints' long and tortured history here.
For the bigger picture of the psychic boost the saints' season is giving us this year, check Nordette's post and links.
Closer to game time?
Start with dat wacky Cajun Boy's appearance on this podcast (2nd half of this show) for some silly humor, some explanation of what a coonass is, and some off-the-wall Super Bowl predictions.
High-Five Super Bowl Edition will pump you up too, and make you laugh.
Everybody, behave at your Super Bowl parties. Case in point: if you're going to engage in this, pick one and stay with it. If you try to do it all, you won't even be able to enjoy the kickoff.
Not safe for the kids, but inspiring all the same.
Much safer for the kids, and they can dance along if they'd like:
And finally, take Grandmaster Wang's words to heart:
Play well, fellas. Leave it all out there on the field.
Updates, 10:09 AM: Saints, Race, and Moon over at NOLA-Dishu puts all this in yet another light.
G-Bitch reminds us to remember Ashley Morris on this auspicious day. Sinn Fein and FYYFF, all.
Until then, there's more Mardi Gras coming our way...and then some big game in Florida someplace.
If you're up for getting pumped for Super Bowl XLIV, you can just flip on ESPN, apparently, and immediately get ticked off at all the fawning over Peyton Manning's mad QB skillz and his gene pool. According to Rick Reilly, you must either have had your heart removed by corn tongs or be in the Manning family if you're not pulling for the Saints.
If nothing else, Twitter has been one hell of a resource for this #twaddict in the Saints/Super Bowl reference department over the past couple of weeks. A sampling:
Saints fans, run get your hate on from this Indiana native and naturalized New Orleanian. His primers:
- 10 Things Saints Fans Should Know About Indianapolis
- Indianapolis Facts 11-20
- Hoosiers Fight Back!
- Indy Facts 21-30
- Love Your Enemy
We love Scott Fujita. We really really do. If you don't, your heart really has been eviscerated by corn tongs.
How big a deal is this for us? Well, you can go by what my husband the Niners fan was trying to say about it to my father-in-law over the phone the other night: It's like everybody is back in high school and holding pep rallies! Or you can just read a synopsis of the Saints' long and tortured history here.
For the bigger picture of the psychic boost the saints' season is giving us this year, check Nordette's post and links.
Closer to game time?
Start with dat wacky Cajun Boy's appearance on this podcast (2nd half of this show) for some silly humor, some explanation of what a coonass is, and some off-the-wall Super Bowl predictions.
High-Five Super Bowl Edition will pump you up too, and make you laugh.
Everybody, behave at your Super Bowl parties. Case in point: if you're going to engage in this, pick one and stay with it. If you try to do it all, you won't even be able to enjoy the kickoff.
Not safe for the kids, but inspiring all the same.
Much safer for the kids, and they can dance along if they'd like:
And finally, take Grandmaster Wang's words to heart:
I'll probably take some shit for this, but I've gotta admit that while I want it for these Saints so badly I can taste it, ultimately I feel like I've already experienced about five Super Bowls this year. And as a result, I can't imagine being pissed off or disappointed in the least if by some chance the Saints don't end up winning it all.Win or lose, I love the New Orleans Saints.Which isn't to say that I don't care what happens in Miami. Of course I do. Clearly the Saints themselves have the "right" attitude about it when they say things like "We've come all this way, we've gotta win the thing now." Hell yeah, no question about it. This team has had the right attitude about everything all year, no reason to expect any different now.
But as a fan, these Saints have already given me much more than I could reasonably have expected or asked for. 8-0. Demolishing the Mighty Patriots on national tee vee. 13-0. Two consecutive playoff wins against Hall of Fame quarterbacks. An NFC Championship, a Super Bowl berth, and looking ahead, the shortest offseason ever. By far. It's already more than enough for me.
Do I want the championship? Fuck yeah I want it. But not for me. I want it for them.
This is their deal.
Play well, fellas. Leave it all out there on the field.
Updates, 10:09 AM: Saints, Race, and Moon over at NOLA-Dishu puts all this in yet another light.
G-Bitch reminds us to remember Ashley Morris on this auspicious day. Sinn Fein and FYYFF, all.
Saturday, February 06, 2010
Count me as one extremely happy camper that Rachel Maddeaux gets it:
More clips from her show in New Orleans can be seen here.
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More clips from her show in New Orleans can be seen here.
Thursday, February 04, 2010
I saw this yesterday in the wilds of Carrollton and crept closely and quietly so as not to scuttle the felines of the area and scare off this truly unique species of campaign boosterism. The photograph you see before you is the result.
So far as I know, this is the only one of its kind. If it has a mate somewhere out there, it bodes well for this sign's survival. Otherwise, it will indeed become a vanishing animal.
If there are any others, please let me know. Perhaps if we throw the both of them in a garage together, many smaller signs will appear.
So far as I know, this is the only one of its kind. If it has a mate somewhere out there, it bodes well for this sign's survival. Otherwise, it will indeed become a vanishing animal.
If there are any others, please let me know. Perhaps if we throw the both of them in a garage together, many smaller signs will appear.
I cannot resist this, especially when Mr Clio looks so good in his red dress:
Big thanks to Michael Homan and Adrastos, those partners in malakatude, for the footage of the Buddy D Dress Rehearsal & 'Stache Dash.
Another funny one for your day, courtesy of The Real Fans:
Big thanks to Michael Homan and Adrastos, those partners in malakatude, for the footage of the Buddy D Dress Rehearsal & 'Stache Dash.
Another funny one for your day, courtesy of The Real Fans:
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
So now I've committed myself...
...to posting once a week over at Humid City.
When I'm not geeking out over on Twitter and/or posting away over here, I'll be throwing a little bit of motherhood/womanhood/whatever-the-hell-hood into the mix over there. And the first weekly installment has begun with this post concerning the prejudice within me and the little guy. It's been nagging at me quite a bit in the midst of all the Saints/election/Mardi Gras mania in these strange and beautiful days.
Oh, almost forgot...speaking of prejudice, seriously reconsider voting for this guy unless he has demonstrably changed....and as to that, I wish I'd been able to take a picture of the trailer I saw covered with "The East for John Georges" signs I saw on St Charles near Jefferson Ave yesterday - plastered atop one of the signs was one saying "Brought to you by JACKASS".
Which sounds about right.
...to posting once a week over at Humid City.
When I'm not geeking out over on Twitter and/or posting away over here, I'll be throwing a little bit of motherhood/womanhood/whatever-the-hell-hood into the mix over there. And the first weekly installment has begun with this post concerning the prejudice within me and the little guy. It's been nagging at me quite a bit in the midst of all the Saints/election/Mardi Gras mania in these strange and beautiful days.
Oh, almost forgot...speaking of prejudice, seriously reconsider voting for this guy unless he has demonstrably changed....and as to that, I wish I'd been able to take a picture of the trailer I saw covered with "The East for John Georges" signs I saw on St Charles near Jefferson Ave yesterday - plastered atop one of the signs was one saying "Brought to you by JACKASS".
Which sounds about right.
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Okay, this just confirms that I am getting further and further lost to general giddy silliness.
I give you GIMME GIMME MOOCHER MARMOTS.
"When good marmots go bad."
For Moocher Marmots are unique. "We don't care for grass," they squeak. "We prefer things in wrappers often shared by friendly campers."
Into my cooler they did dive and not a wiener would survive. For my tent I did flee. Eat all you want, but please spare me.
Beats Groundhog Day all to hell.
It also calls to mind this soul classic:
I'm catching Adrastos' rockin' pneumonia and YouTube flu.
Other reasons to feel giddy? A black & gold Super Bowl, Mardi Gras, the homestretch of the local elections (GO VOTE on Saturday the 6th if you haven't already early voted) and more reminders to the Times-Pic and nola.com that they, too, are ganking and rehashing... news from local online reporting in their case, though, not campaign promises.
Update, 7:36 AM: As said by this fella on the Tweeter Tube: That's really funny - a story on plagiarism stolen from another source. True dat.
Anudder update, 9:21 AM: Oy, the credit IS in there: The story does give credit to the Lens. Fifth graph. Page B3 in paper. Go back to your Saints/Carnival/election mania, folks. Nothing to see here.
I give you GIMME GIMME MOOCHER MARMOTS.
"When good marmots go bad."
For Moocher Marmots are unique. "We don't care for grass," they squeak. "We prefer things in wrappers often shared by friendly campers."
Into my cooler they did dive and not a wiener would survive. For my tent I did flee. Eat all you want, but please spare me.
Beats Groundhog Day all to hell.
It also calls to mind this soul classic:
I'm catching Adrastos' rockin' pneumonia and YouTube flu.
Other reasons to feel giddy? A black & gold Super Bowl, Mardi Gras, the homestretch of the local elections (GO VOTE on Saturday the 6th if you haven't already early voted) and more reminders to the Times-Pic and nola.com that they, too, are ganking and rehashing... news from local online reporting in their case, though, not campaign promises.
Update, 7:36 AM: As said by this fella on the Tweeter Tube: That's really funny - a story on plagiarism stolen from another source. True dat.
Anudder update, 9:21 AM: Oy, the credit IS in there: The story does give credit to the Lens. Fifth graph. Page B3 in paper. Go back to your Saints/Carnival/election mania, folks. Nothing to see here.
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