Gustav is once again screwing up everything

Damn it, Gustav!

I'm probably not the one who should be writing this blog entry as one that has never been to Louisiana or lived there. But I feel it's about the time to bring this up.

As WDR has reported before, Gustav is, in fact, an enemy of the blog. But that Gustav is a radio personality in Portland who puts on his random 80s techno bullshit when we just want to hear some rock. Damn you, Gustav!

But now, Gustav is a hurricane that looks to fuck up Louisiana again. Totally not fair, Gustav. Leave Louisiana alone. For fuck sake.

Also, this is having an effect on the Republican's convention, as they don't want to have a party when a huge natural disaster threatens the lives of millions. Not that I really gave a shit about the convention for the republicans anyway - but it seems like they're at least making a decent decision. And, the mention of the republicans and disaster gives me a chance to post this picture (from three years ago) that has been making me laugh much of the day.



Despite this, neither Gustav deserves any sympathy. Sure, one is a destructive hurricane and the other plays annoying techno shit when I'm listening to the radio, but they are still both evil!

(But in all seriousness, and I'm speaking for the whole WDR crew, I hope that this hurricane will not be as bad as the last one and that it will be handled better.)

El Cuarto de Julio con Mis Vecinos

Yes, that's right. It's the 4th of July. Independence day. Fun for the whole family, and how better to spend the national holiday than performing what was probably the most ironically fitting act possible?

Yeah, you guessed it... I spent my 4th of July building a fence on the line bordering my yard and my Mexican neighbors'. If that doesn't make you laugh, you should probably consider reading a different post on this blog, because let me tell you... it's hilarious. Granted, there was absolutely no deep political commentary or ulterior motive in any of this. It just so happened that a large portion of our fence was falling down, and upon conferring with our neighbors a few weeks ago, we decided to rebuild it. Unsurprisingly enough, our neighbors managed to defy just about all stereotypes that have come across my attention. They were able to communicate with my family and myself perfectly well, without even the aid of talking loudly and slowly... or repeating important words like "fence". Also, they insisted on paying for the fence, since we had paid for the original one way back when before they lived there. Also, they were completely inept as far as basic construction knowhow went, and it was obvious that they had not spent much time building or working in the yard.

In conclusion, "surprise, surprise. People are people, regardless of where they are from or what language they learned to speak first." I've been, and still am, trying not to ride the coattails of the esteemed Mr. Ouzo's musings on these topics, so I will just leave it at that. I just found the whole situation too amusing to pass up.

Have a happy 4th, and as always... Keep Watching The Skis!

I mean skies.



P.S. My neighborhood sounds like a fucking war zone.