Forgive us our trespasses

During my not-relationship with he-who-must-not-be-named, I planned to do many fun, exciting things.  One of those fun, exciting things was to FINALLY go and explore the abandoned Six Flags amusement park in New Orleans East.  Sadly, this never eventuated (the perils of having a best friend/not-boyfriend who works super late and sleeps all day), and so months passed without my setting foot on the property (probably for the best, since they were filming the new Percy Jackson film there until late August). For those not in the know, the Six Flags amusement park in New Orleans began life as a theme park known as ‘Jazzland’, which opened in 2000.  It officially became a Six Flags park in 2003, the Six Flags people brought in a few character-based rides...

A non-verbal semi-retraction, sort of

I have a friend called Christian who prefaces many of his sentences with “Here’s the thing”.  Not knowing how else to preface this, I shall take a leaf out of his book (his book, by the way, is a brown leather bound affair on which he has crossed out the embossed “Journal” and instead written “SORCERY!” – so I know his book is legit). Here’s the thing… Writing non-fiction, or semi-non-fiction, or creative non-fiction, and sometimes even fictional fiction, tends to offend people.  Writing a blog about your life in which you mention the details of your most recent relationship (or non-relationship, as the case may be) is also guarenteed to offend someone (namely the most recent ex-not-boyfriend). Writing...

A non-emo post about my love life

I always intended to be candid about my dating life in this blog.  Why?  I don’t know really.  I’m candid about most things, and lack the foresight to comprehend the potential repercussions of blabbing about my personal life all over the internet.  Also, sometimes my love life is kind of interesting. For example, on my 2009 trip to New Orleans (back in the heady days where I could only imagine the day that I might actually get to live here) I mistakenly embarked on a holiday romance with a young man who I later discovered was on the run from the law, having breached the terms of his bail in Kansas, where he had served a sentence for aggravated assault.  Through circumstances beyond my control, I ended up living in a garage in Kenner with this young...

No, I did not die in the hurricane.

  I haven’t updated this blog in quite awhile, and given my last entry, you’d be forgiven for thinking something terrible happened to me during Isaac.  Like maybe I stepped on a downed power line, or somehow managed to drown in seven centimetres of water (that’s about an inch, for those of you playing at home!). But nay.  In truth, Isaac wasn’t so much a frightening display of nature’s majesty as it was a major irritation.  Around here, folks refer to such events as “a hurrication”.  But actually, after the second day without power it becomes substantially less of a novelty. Fortunately I was lucky enough to hole up in my friend’s parents house, which had a generator (which meant we were able to run fans, the...

Mmm, Trop(ical storm Isaac)

Trying to figure out a pun-related title for this blog post was hard.  If you pick up on the terrible 90s pop music reference, congratulations: you’re as ridiculous as I am. So a few days ago there began to be whisperings of a tropical storm hanging out in the gulf, gulfing it up, doing whatever tropical storms do (killing 10 people in Haiti, evidently).  Being from a country where the most extreme weather we tend to get involves fire and burning, this was a curious concept to me.  In Perth, people panic when the rain is heavy enough to cause your socks to become wet through your shoes.  In New Orleans, we call these sock-wetting occurrences ‘Tuesday morning’ (see: sink hole outside my apartment, needing to be piggy backed over the grass by my...


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