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I have the connection working and have two (2) machines running. Big thanks to Mikey and Tim for helping me out. Now...I'm pretty sure I had a good reason I wanted a second computer in my dining room...what was that again? Things are returning back to normal, and I figure I'd change things up a bit. I'll give all three loyal readers a few different colors to stare at for the time being. I'll probably take a different tone with my nonsense. I might even use more pictures. Speaking of which...allow me to share the lessons of the past two weeks.

I present to you: A Photoessay of late June. By Ed...aged 25.

The Move


Two years ago, I was told that a bedroom like this would 'pull in the tail.' Two years later, I leave this room remembering it as a nice and quiet place to sleep.


You could either look at the TV or stare out the window. In the summer, you could either look at the TV, or lose you eyesight. The sun is nice...so long as it's not three feet away.


I knew that this view wouldn't last.


This was my portal to Chicago. Although I have to fight for my security deposit...it gave me a nice start.

New Orleans

I'll have a fancy-pants gallery for this adventure. I'm learning that people actually keep up with this web log. Those particular people will be looking forward to my camera's version of this past weekend. Here are a few shots. All the good ones will show up when I get to it.


I didn't take enough shots of the scenery or architecture. I give you the pool. It looked much worse during the day.


Drinking in public allowed. Stock up and you'll have a grand old time. I tried a hurricane and it sucked. Too much sugar...yuck.


Bourbon Street smelled like puke. All the cover bands played the same tired classic rock. Every once in a while, you'll see a guy give you funny and menacing look. All of this was countered by the following: Breast Bearing, Brass Bands, Booze, and Beads. I'd most definitely go back in a few years. I had a good time.


I made it a point to not look at one map, or read about the city. It made things more fun. Safely estimating your way around a strange city is always a fun adventure. One such walk took us toward the ole' Miss. When I took this picture, some dude told us that he had "k for the mother" if we were interested. You'd think an undercover cop who tries too hard to make friendly conversation would be a little less cryptic. The hell is 'k for the mother'?

Weeding



Take a bunch of dudes who all grew up together in the same city. Put them in New Orleans and give them the same suit. Ask them to celebrate the marriage of one of their close friends. What do they need next?



A limo stocked with scotch, whiskey, LCD television monitors and annoying strobe lights. I never understood the all the fuss about limousines. You pay all this cash so you can say you have it for three hours, but only actually spend about fifteen minutes inside...but I digress. We're only there for one reason...arm candy for...



Maids and best friends of the Bride. They smile a lot. They're happy...and they can never be mean. You'll smile, flirt, lose the shy-act and joke about getting laid. It gets better when the wedding band tries to play Juve's "Back that Ass Up." So you put the camera down and celebrate a happy evening featuring...



Candles and Tobasco. Just kidding. The camera sits on the table while you dance, drink, talk, and continually shout "REMIX TO IGNITION!" between songs. A good time was had by all.

We're halfway through the year. Two Thousand Four has been fun so far but I can think of a few things that would make it better. Now I live in a new place next-door to friends, I have a lot more to do at work, and I'm used to sleeping six hours a night. The year would be perfect if I could just...

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