I'm still a bit too depressed about New Orleans to really give you what you want, which, short of a glimpse of my weiner, is a taste of my comedy stylings. But I can share with you the germ of something that occurred to me while I was, you guessed it, staring at my weiner in the bathroom just now: Katrina and the Waves. You've got the name, the water/waves thing, and retro delightfulness. It's all there. It just requires some assembly.

I've been reading this guy's blog. From what I gather, he's former Special Forces and now works for some kind of internet company as a crisis coordinator or something. Must be a pretty boring gig generally, but he's in hog heaven now. While I appreciate that he's doing a great job getting the people with him water, food, shelter, and safety and keeping whatever internet thing he works on internetting, I can imagine being locked in the building with him and his guard shifts, wake up calls, and oh-four-hundreds has got to be a little irritating. Especially for some computer programmer who really just wants to get someplace where he can catch the new Battlestar Gallactica episodes. In any case, check it out. It's an interesting read.

Analogcabin @ 3:21 PM
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