phillipetheotter

Everyone is jumping ship, and I'm doing the same. There are some seriously uncool things afoot with the administration on this site, some of which you may have heard through the rumor mill. I have much I'd like to say, but I make it a policy to not piss off people that have access to my credit card information. All I can say is that...
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I dropped my cell phone one too many times, so it's temporarily out of commission. Hit me via email at phillipetheotter@gmail.com if you need me.

Under the water, the fish don't stink.

My friend's father used some of his airline miles to get me a free ticket to visit the family. It'll likely still be several weeks before there are flights anywhere near New Orleans, but hopefully I'll be able to get home and help out some within the month.

In other crazy news (all we get lately, it seems), last year my office had some hard...
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Thanks to all for the concern expressed for my family and friends. It's hard for me to deal with any of this, being so distanced from the actual events. You probably won't see me commenting too often for a while.

Hurricane update:

Finally had word from my Mom and Dad. They're fine, but the house sounds fairly fucked. We also lost all of our family pets, except for my dog. My sister is also okay, as are my grandpa, an aunt, and an uncle. Still have more family members to hear from though.

That's the worst part of this. I lived in Slidell for 18...
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Hurricane Katrina has hit hardest right on my hometown. One of the levees has busted, so New Orleans begins to fill like a bowl. I cannot reach any of my family members. I'm fucking frightened, worried, and most of all, angry. These are the times that I curse my wanderlust. I should be down there alongside my Dad, helping him fight to save the family...
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So, I had a little adventure on Monday night.

Went out with a bunch of folks from work for a birthday party. Before my ride picked me up, I had already downed two 40s of Ryan's boyfriend, PBR. At the bowling alley bar, I had....some number of gin and tonics. Got very happy and huggy, alternating between squeezing folks and buying them drinks. Proceeded...
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To the fucker that hit my truck hard enough to render it useless and had neither the courtesy nor the balls to even leave a note:

If I ever find out who you are, I am going to gouge out your right eye and skull-fuck the socket.

I can't think of squadoo to write today, but I feel like I should update regardless. So, I shall borrow an oft-used journal technique and regale you all with a few miscellaneous, though largely unknown, facts about myself:

1. I used to keep my head shaved, but stopped when I realized that I have a giant mole on the side of my head.
2. I...
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Played guitar for a 4-year-old's birthday party yesterday. A rollicking good time. It's amazing how rowdy kids will suddenly stand transfixed as soon as they hear the first note, regardless of what you're playing.

Her parents paid me in homebrewed hefewiezen and pot cookies. My standard fee for any gig, of course....

"The only thing that tastes better than free liquor is stolen liquor" - I don't think I've ever 'stolen' liquor, but now I'm damn curious to try.

In other news, I'm volunterring with the local street paper, Street Roots. I expected to help edit articles or something; instead, I'm going to be doing some pieces for the North American Association of Street Newspapers, and the...
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