This will be my 101st post on Metroblog so I thought I’d take a moment and review some of the fine work I’ve done here. What I found by looking back through my little collection of ramblings is that I haven’t really done much in my 100 posts. hhhmmm, I gotta say, I found the whole collection to be a little under whelming. Then I was looking at Rayna’s post today and thought “wha?!?” (I don’t usually think in full words). So I thought about it and it must be like Friday night.

See, Friday night I was sitting at a bar and these two girls at the other end of the bar were looking at me with these sweet little smiles like I was some sort of wonderful thing. So, naturally, I look behind me to see if some hot guy was standing behind me, cause I’m not going to fall for that shit again. But there was no one there. Well, this is different. But then you know how you can kind of see someone’s focus changes; not that they move their head or eyes so much but that you can tell their pupils constrict and look right at you. I’m never sure how that is so noticeable, but it is. So that’s weird and I start investigating what the hell they were looking at if not me. heh heh, turns out I was sitting under the television. Hope Floats was on. Harry Connick Jr. is a cockblocker!

This brings me to my next point: It seems that only somewhere around 20% of my posts actually have anything at all to do with New Orleans. I suspect I am not setting a good example. So in an attempt to create that, ah, who am I kidding, I’m not going to correct that. What the hell am I supposed to say about this place anymore? I’m all out! Death, destruction, political incompetence, blah, blah, blah. Whatever. The fact remains that I’m having a hell of a good time! I’ve been tearing out a chimney - awesome! I’ve begun to completely ignore traffic rules. The fact that I’m doing a lot of physical labor and don’t have a kitchen has resulted in me being in better shape - looking better naked is really the only form of self improvement I actually support - more people should take up that philosophy. I mean, in this post Katrina New Orleans, understanding the difference in American and European transcendentalism or having an affection for Russian Literature isn’t nearly as attractive just having a hot bod. No one has the mental or emotional equity to be hanging around having academic discussions with some ugly turd. People who look good holding a hammer - that’s where it’s at. There’s enough serious shit floating around (so to speak) that I just want fun easy mind stuff and that, my patient readers, is why I’m going to get drunk and go see “Snakes on a Plane” instead of working on my house or some other such productive thing.

Starting today through the anniversary of the thing that shaped my last year, I’m going to make a serious effort to have fun, relax, sleep better, smile more, laugh out loud and regain some of those parts of me that have been eclipsed by the last year. The fates have had a year to kick me around and that’s all they get. It’s time for me to open those little containers in me where I squirreled away all the little pieces of me that I thought were too fragile for the things to come, dust them off, and put them back in their place - fragile or not. Not everyone has the luxury of trying to let things fall back into place, and to them, I can only say, I hope you’re moving in that direction and my prayers are with you that you get there soon. Giving weight to that stoopid storm has caused me to list severely for the last year and now it is time for me to get righted, find my center, shake the dust off, and leave this last year to being nothing more than an interesting story to tell years from now when I’m old and feeble as proof that I was strong at least for a while when I was younger.

“And when its all been said and done I’ll raise my beer and I’ll cheer God, it’s been fun”

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3. I’m not that strong
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