And you ask...
I've finally washed the horror of that Playboy show out of my hair and realized that some among you may wonder why I would even watch such excrement.
As one half of a seventeen year long relationship, I'm not always in control of what we watch. Also, I've been in school all day and by the time I got home, D had already finished watching one hour of the two hour show (had I mentioned they wasted two hours of video on this crap?) and I was in no position to tell him to cut it off. And, unfortunately, everything else on TV tonight was just as bad.
Jeez, that was a load of crap...
Thankfully, we've reached the end of another long week. D found out he didn't get two out of the three jobs he's interviewed for after enduring a tough interview Wednesday where one interviewer probably crossed the line vis the EEOC. I'm still looking for tech work in New Orleans (hah!) and am focusing more on real estate.
We witnessed a fellow kill himself last Friday when he jumped off the scaffolding surrounding St. Louis Cathedral. I turned my head when I saw him leap, but we both heard the awful sound of his body striking the ground. The weirdest part was walking into the French Quarter after it happened and seeing how oblivious everyone was to what had happened.
There was no reason they should have known about it given how frequently police and ambulance sirens race through the Quarter. Those racing down St. Ann, Chartres, and Royal towards St. Louis Cathedral shouldn't have been expected to raise any eyebrows. We had a drink on our French Quarter apartment's balcony afterwards, watching the Boo Radley tour and horse-drawn buggies go by, trying to make sense of what we'd seen and thinking about the despair that had driven the fellow to jump three stories to his death.
I've finally washed the horror of that Playboy show out of my hair and realized that some among you may wonder why I would even watch such excrement.
As one half of a seventeen year long relationship, I'm not always in control of what we watch. Also, I've been in school all day and by the time I got home, D had already finished watching one hour of the two hour show (had I mentioned they wasted two hours of video on this crap?) and I was in no position to tell him to cut it off. And, unfortunately, everything else on TV tonight was just as bad.
Jeez, that was a load of crap...
Thankfully, we've reached the end of another long week. D found out he didn't get two out of the three jobs he's interviewed for after enduring a tough interview Wednesday where one interviewer probably crossed the line vis the EEOC. I'm still looking for tech work in New Orleans (hah!) and am focusing more on real estate.
We witnessed a fellow kill himself last Friday when he jumped off the scaffolding surrounding St. Louis Cathedral. I turned my head when I saw him leap, but we both heard the awful sound of his body striking the ground. The weirdest part was walking into the French Quarter after it happened and seeing how oblivious everyone was to what had happened.
There was no reason they should have known about it given how frequently police and ambulance sirens race through the Quarter. Those racing down St. Ann, Chartres, and Royal towards St. Louis Cathedral shouldn't have been expected to raise any eyebrows. We had a drink on our French Quarter apartment's balcony afterwards, watching the Boo Radley tour and horse-drawn buggies go by, trying to make sense of what we'd seen and thinking about the despair that had driven the fellow to jump three stories to his death.
