Key Issues

Still No Pics

My pics aren't digital...dammit. And it's killing me. But, as I've spent the week trying to acclimate back to the boring existence which is not a New Orleans blog meet, I haven't found the time to develop my film.

I'm guessing that most of the REALLY good group shots have the Shoester in them, so I'm thinking she needs to get over this internet shyness of hers and Let. Us. Post!

Hey, I used to be shy about my image hitting cyberspace... But, uh, nobody fucking asked me! However, I do so enjoy her chipmunk-giggling ass, that I will respect her wishes, assuming I am unable to persuade.

I'm also wondering if I captured a shot of the Velocibum. No, not this bum. I mean a real live one, one of the many that the Vdaddy seemed to attract, bum magnet that he is... And even as I wonder if that is why he is so popular among bloggers, I must draw a distinction.

This isn't literary embellishment. Whether walking down Bourbon Street, or attempting to brunch on an outdoor patio, he'd have them lining up. In the latter case, it was a sidewalk adjacent our table. Pressing his face atop the gap in the wrought iron fencing, the man looked almost cherubic when he wasn't slurring.

I was hoping that I had managed to capture that on film. But naw. Prolly not. Since after the Velocideity spoke to him, the guy rushed in, and the brunch table inhabitants spread like vexed ants.

I felt a little guilty about that, particularly after I found out who the guy really was. But hey, I wasn't prepared! Nobody told me this crazy man was gonna be there!

Heh, sorry Yabu, didn't mean to leave you out of the "rules" post. Must be because the rules don't apply to the sweetest partayin' fool I've ever met. It wouldn't have been the same without you, as you set the momentum and took some killah shots!

(Now I know what them fools were doing without me Saturday night!)