When You Least Expect It, Expect It

Well, in my infinite wisdom, my predictions came true. The unexpected was to be expected at Jockamo Rusty 007.

First, as expected, none of the equipment arrived on time but we were still too loud even with only 2 amps.

Second, unexpected people did indeed come to our performance. In fact, the unexpected people at our performance were us. Apparently were not expected to perform. Although The Crying Game Farm went completely off-script, it was a hit nonetheless. Despite our unexpected success in engaging all of the party-goers, we were ushered unexpectedly and hastily out of the house-party even though we weren't the ones who were vomiting.

Third, who would have expected to walk 500 blocks in the freezing cold during Mardi Gras?

There were a few other unexpected revelations. It turns out that the darker complexioned races of New Orleans remain very angry. One gentleman in particular is very, very belligerent, and one can only assume that his hostility is Katrina-related. Otherwise, why would a minor urine-related faux pais have resulted in Alceste's broken ankle.

Finally, I'm sure something unexpected must have happened Sunday, but I really don't remember. I guess that was to be expected.

Nagin calls for Chocolate from the Fed

In an unprecedented and unorthodox move on Friday in Indianapolis, New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin, who has often been accused of wearing a skull prosthesis for effect (people with large, mushroom-shaped bald heads evidently seem smarter than their non-mushroomed counterparts), made a plea to the Federal Government to speed the relief to the Katrina-torn city. What made the request atypical was it's gustatory if not frankly culinary nature: Nagin insisted that he hated the oranges from "Orange County" California because they are too vanilla for him (does he also hate something everyone loves--Creamsicles? We can only speculate), and then proceeded to go right off the deep end by insisting that all future relief dollars be actual chocolate, to fit in with his previous "Chocolate New Orleans" political strategy. As the masturbating metaphor-junkies in the audience really started to spin, Nagin shocked the crowd by responding to a question,

"No, I'm talking about ACTUAL chocolate federal dollars. You know, like the
kind you used to get in your Christmas stocking as a kid. Or if you're Jewish,
given to you by your parents on Channauka as a sort ofpre-conditioning--HA!
That's pretty funny, aint' it? I love the Jews. Come in a little mesh bag. Gold
foil wrappers. Indistinguishable from legal tender until you pop 'em in your
mouth. You all know what I mean.
The larger plan is to create an entire
(Nagin slowed his speech at this point for dramatic effect) CONFECTIONERY
economy, if I may. The long-range plan that I and my advisors have come up with
is to take those chocolate federal dollars (another dramatic pause), and place
them...in the chocolate bank we're presently constructing next to Cafe Du Monde
in the French Quarter--though I may be prone to a few, how should I say,
'personal' deposits into my mouth, if you know what I'm saying-- and
then...simply live off the interest. We could even replace paper money with
beignets if things work out. Maybe a little messy with all that powder, but
worth exploring. It's a well-organized, comprehensive plan, and there's no
Vanilla, if you know what I'm saying."

When asked for comment, OneEar was noted to remark something non-sequitur and essentially unintelligible. But, he stated, University of Wisconsin, Madison,has dropped from number 1 (Number 1? Number 1?) to number 5 in the BigList.