Thursday, August 30, 2007
One thing I wish the faithful would do is to move on. I'm so tired about everyone whinning that Nick Saban, the former coach, took the job at Alabama. It's not like he went to the Tide after he left LSU, he did go the NFL for two years. So, I ask you please to let it go.
But for those of you who can't let go. Let me show you what's coming later this season.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
I hope one day that I'm able to share the story of how the Gulf Coast is back better than ever. That would be the finest chapter to put in the book known as Hurricane Katrina.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Calling all news dogs. Be on the look for this guy. 5'6", dark hair. Wearing glasses and a ball cap. Beautiful red head may be by his side. Last seen trying to produce the 9pm news. Half A Photog where are you? You haven't posted in weeks. We are tired of reading "5 stories and No Lunch" and watching "Fat Man dancing". Give us something new!!!!!!
Sunday, August 26, 2007
A few days later, here is this small dog running through the house. "What's his name", I ask. "Jean Luc" my mom says. "As in the Star Trek captain". My mom has always like guys with deep voices.
Jean Luc is a Bichon Frise. A type of small indoor house dog. This is about as big as he is going to get which is good so he's easy to care for. Right now I think he shedding some teeth and he's due for a haircut soon. He's a playful little guy, always running around and getting his paws on one of his chew toys. He's always happy to see you when you walk through the door. Even though it may have been just a few minutes, he acts as you have been gone for days at a time. I've shown some of my co-workers at the Big Raggedy pictures and the biggest response is "Oh, he's adorable".
I asked him does he want to say anything about all the attention he gets. He told me yes, " Let Ms. KN know, my name is Jean Luc. Not Fifi".
Friday, August 24, 2007
That is until I got the news.
Official walks up to me and asks, "Do you know about the new rule?" "What new rule", I reply. "You must be 2 yards from the sideline. And you cannot be in the player's box ". "Who thought of this", I said. "Some national people I guess, must be for safety reasons".
So I'm thinking to myself, "How am I suppose to get the In Ya Face feel of the game". That's what makes shooting this game different. You make the viewer at home feel like they are in the game. Man they must be taking notes from the NFL or something. Next they'll say we have to wear vests with some logo or something so we can be identified properly.
I'm not scared to take a hit. I remember it was Southern Lab v. Dunham where I got hit twice during the game. They were asking the players if were they all right. One player bounced off of me. People on the sideline were shocked that I didn't go down from the contact. Fans in the stands were wondering what just happened. Just shook it off and kept on shooting. So I ask where in the world did safety concerns come from?????
Then it hit me. Sorry D.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Ms. Keitha, with the new hair style, and I headed out to the boondocks to make some sense of all this. A little before noon some DPW guys were doing their normal work routine, picking up litter and cutting the grass, when Cleteus and Billy Bob show up and start yelling some explectives to the work crew. Naturally the crew throws some barbs back because let's face it if you had to work while it was hot as sin and a couple of JACKS came by talking smack you would be ticked off to. So the Country Duo leaves or so we think.
The Good Ol Boys meaning to do some harm drove back to their crib, sorry I mean their house on stilks, and grab a 12 Guage Shot Gun. The two then come back and find the works crews and start dropping rounds. Thank goodness nobody got hurt.
Now the boys in blue are involved. They go out and find Cleteus & Billy Bob and give them a all expense paid night to Litchfield Inn and Suites, or the EBR Parish Prison. I'm sure they are having fun right now. As for the crews, they are going to get whatever counseling they need. Meanwhile, Ms. Keitha, and the new Whippin hair style, puts a short story on for the late shows. But I still wonder, what are Pookie & Ray Ray up to?
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
In this industry it's mostly gloom and doom, if it bleeds it leads, or the daily feasting of human misery. For once it was nice to put on some good news. Here's the story of 5 year old George Woods. This kid has been dealing with a form of MD for most of his young life. Not being able to go ride a bike, or run down the street, or climb around a jungle gym has to be tough. So he was asked if he had a wish what would it be, the young man asks for a playhouse so he, his friends, and even his older sister can hang out together. So the folks over at State Police Troop A raised some money with their annual golf tournament and got to work. Not only did they purchase the materials for the playhouse they built it and then delivered it to George at his home. We are talking camo wall paint, the kid likes to go hunting with his dad, TV, DVD player, a toybox, and an air conditioner. George's expression, "This is the biggest day of my whole entire life". A bunch of strangers come together and bring happiness to a child's face. Sure is nice to tell some good news for a change.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Someone is watching over us. Coming into Monday there was the thought of two major trials about to happen and a big monster in the Atlantic that could go anywhere. Amazing how things can go your way. First, Hurricane Dean isn't coming anywhere close to South LA, sorry Mexico. Next, suspected serial killer Sean Gillis goes ahead and pleads guilty in WBR and we were the only ones there. Excellent work Caroline and Derron. Night falls and all is quiet, until 9:20. Turdpolisher and the White Whale are sent to the well known area of town called "Mall City" for a shooting. Don't know if Pookie or Ray Ray are involved but my money is on Shortie Tim, Turdpolisher got the skinny on that one. Shortly afterwards KN and I are dispatched for a live hit for the 10. Teamwork at it's finest. I set up the camera and drag cable, Turds is handling the mast with video feed to follow. Shot goes off without hitch. All in all a good job by everyone day and night. But I can't help but think that someone is watching over us.