I managed to escape with my pet, 4 days worth of clothes, and an old G3 powerbook. But everthing else is gone. 30 years worth of memories, now literally floating in shit.
The motorcycle I bought last week. The house I just rented in July. My signed 1st edition copy of Stranger in a Strange Land. All lost under the waves that took New Orleans. Thanks Katrina, you bitch. You managed to do what the blizzards of Appalachia, the tornados of Oklahoma, and the quakes of San Fran couldn't do: you

There is this song I would hear all the time when I was a little kid. My stepdad was a huge Frank Zappa fan, and he had a large collection of zappa on wax. He would play these records a lot, and tell me that some of these songs were frighteningly accurate social commentaries. When I was a little kid, I had no idea what he meant, nor did I really care. I just thought the quality of the music was pretty bad.
But every time I turn on MSNBC, CNN, or 24-hour news channel dujour, I remember his

I *like* the April 1st tradition around here. The only thing that spoils it is the people who insist on bitching in every frelling story about how unfunny it is. *sigh* You think I'd be accustomed to the jackass faction on /. by now.

Thanks Taco, I've been looking forward to /. April Fools all week!