I've got a very embarrassing story about something that happened with charter guests and then some thoughts about our Easter and French Quarter Festival weekends in New Orleans.

A few weeks ago, I was full of confidence that LSU baseball was about to turn things around. Is there still time to get hot?

This weekend, V and I went to the inaugural Bayou Jeep Bash outside of New Orleans. This was a Jeep-specific festival that featured the most tricked-out Jeeps you can imagine along with normal festival type food and music.

I got a reminder of a neighbor who used to live next door. I guess I never posted about him at the time, because it would be embarrassing for him to see it. Now I'm old, and I feel certain that Louie has bigger fish to fry.

There are some stories in that little window where I was an adult, but I didn't write stories for this dumb website. This is one of those.

I have one story about a bunny on a bike and a completely unrelated one about a mysterious noise in the middle of the night.

Did you know that the TV show Lassie ran for 19 seasons? That dog was older than Mehusiwoof. Also, out of the hundreds of episodes, there was never one where Timmy fell down a well. That's just a joke trope. There was even an episode called "The Well," but no one fell into said well.

This is better suited as a daily photo, but my site design is based on the web in 2005, so those pages handle .jpg images and .jpg images only. But in one of last week's baseball games, Jake Brown celebrated a home run by motorboating teammate John Pearson.

Families on old times used to be really big. Lack of access to online pornography meant that people had to actually get naked with their partners in order to enjoy the goodies afforded to the opposite sex. Lack of access to birth control meant that every bedroom romp came with some chance to extending one's parenthood journey for an additional eighteen years.

This morning, I listened to the arguements from the South Carolina Supreme court about whether Alex Murdaugh should or shouldn't get a new trial in the case where he was convicted of murdering his wife and son.

It's just been way too ridiculously cold this week.

What an exciting national championship game we got to see Monday night. I was almost as fired up for Indiana as I get for LSU, and I was a billion times more sober, so I remember the game better. In addition to the game, I followed a developing story that you might just have missed.