Mondays Missives

• File this one under good grief: I can block every single one of those stupid viagra ad emails and they keep coming like a flood after a New Orleans levee break but, my bank account statements go straight to the spam bin after allowing it as an exception.






• People think it's a shame that New Orleans isn't completely rebuilt and blame it on everything from prejudice to simple incompetence. It was ridiculous to allow that city to grow to anything larger than a support system for the port in the first place.






• It sinks at the rate of 3 inches per year.






• Politicians, writers and engineers were calling for its abandonment in the late 1800s.






• My memories of New Orleans: discarded crack pipes and vials 3 inches deep on street corners, constant gunfire, unemployed people staggering around everywhere, dirty, stinky, decay.






• It will wash or blow away again no matter what man does.





• If a person has a strong work ethic I think it will cover a lot of sins and help them do better in life regardless of their perceived personal limitations.





• Until my late 30s I only missed 4 days of work.






• I've never worked in food service at any point in my life except as a dishwasher when I was 12 years old. I would get to work about 6:00 in the evening and work until midnight and walk about 2 miles home. Can you imagine if someone allowed their kid to do that today?





• The old truck stop waitress ladies there took care of me like I was a baby. When I would ask for a cheeseburger and fries for my lunch one of them would say,"Oh no, your not going to eat that junk again." then," Al, fix this boy a chicken fried steak plate and make it a double!"





• I knew a girl who worked at the same McDonalds for 16 years.





• I looked up "rut" in the dictionary- there was her picture.

Text From Soft Viagra E Mail

"A noise not unlike thunder broke out from somewhere overhead at this point, as Giant Wimbleweather burst into one of those not very intelligent laughs to which the nicer sorts of Giant are so liable. He checked himself at once and looked as grave as a turnip by the time Reepicheep discovered where the noise came from. "

Don't ask me.

Good Grief

From my email this morning: Push your banger inside lady-Your body can be the best love-machine girl could imagine.

Sounds kinky: thanks but, no thanks though.

Plaintive Tale With An Intriguing Sales Pitch

A no doubt young, beautiful and brilliant pharmaceutical specialist by the name of Jeanine Transformist after assuring me, "Your lady will be astounded with your sexual performance with Viagra Pro" weaves the following tale for our reading pleasure in an email I received today.

In one corner, she also saw the frenetic Tlulaxa merchant Rekur Van, who had so benevolently provided the Jihad with replacement organs and transplanted tissue from the secretive organ farms. His enigmatic, private people had answered her call when she had demanded their help for the veterans of IV Anbus. The Tlulaxa were humans, after all. Odd in that regard, but humans nonetheless. The two ships faced each other in space, each with enough weapons to destroy the other, and Seurat found he did not wish to annihilate his former companion. "Do you recall our seventh mission to Walgis, Vorian Atreides? Twenty-eight years ago? We experienced a great deal of difficulty after leaving the system."