Slap Ya Commish

The No Fun League is at it again. They have a habit of making Saints fans feel downright paranoid and this time they’re doing so by messing with our love of seasonings and hot sauce: Slap Ya Mama, a Louisiana-based brand of hot sauce and Cajun seasonings, will no longer get to splash its logo on television during preseason games when the New Orleans Saints reach the red zone. Walker & Sons, Inc., the parent company of Slap Ya Mama products, said Cox Sports Television had been instructed by the NFL to pull the advertisement “in light of domestic violence issues” facing the league. CST, based … Continue reading Slap Ya Commish

Summertime Ennui

It’s been the hottest week of the year in New Orleans. People are sweaty, tempers are short, and people with guns are putting them to use. There was a brief freak out over an itty bitty eenie weenie system in the Atlantic by those who enjoy freaking out during Hurricane season. I do not. In short, between the heat and the drumbeat of horrendous news, I have not felt like writing as much as usual. Of course, every time I say something like that I become a prolific motherfucker, so we shall see. There is, however, one piece of good … Continue reading Summertime Ennui

Confessions Of A Carnival Parade Recreator

I almost called myself a reanimator but since I lack Dr. Frankenstein’s powers I decided not to. Recreator sounds quite weird enough, y’all. It makes me sound like the Jahweh of re-runs. Or is the proper term recreationist? Probably not, sounds more like Darwin denial to me… Now that I’ve mucked about with word play, off we go. TheTreme filming was something of a clusterfuck, which I know is quite typical. That’s why they call it show business with the emphasis on the latter. If anyone else decides to do some extra-ing, I have one piece of advice for you: … Continue reading Confessions Of A Carnival Parade Recreator