At the beginning of the year, I mentioned my once a month project theme for photography. You can some of the results over on my photography space.

For January, I chose prop photography, and allowed myself to be accompanied by a bionicle named “Chad” for several days. It was fun, and Chad is now a member of the family who may come back to hang out from time to time.

Now that the 2nd month of the year is upon us, I’ve decided to be a tourist in my own town. Today, I went to Maple Hill Cemetery and played with my new Lensbaby Composer. This is my favorite shot so far, and as usual, I’ll post more at the photography spot.

PS – New Orleans counts as my own town, too, so I’ll bring my camera down there next week.

A simple roundup ala Falcon-style, only shorter.

Bobby Hebert kicking off the Buddy D If-The-Saints-Ever-Make-It-To-The-Superbowl-I’m-Strolling-Down-Bourbon-Street-In-A-Dress Memorial Parade.

Because one can never have enough of a former NFL-Pro Quarterback in a dress, here’s more of Bobby, Hamming it up. Gold is becoming on him.

He’s had a little of the nectar of the gods early Sunday, don’t you think? Speaking of beer, a friend of mine sent me a link to this article that really does a nice job of capturing what the Saints Fans are all about. Miami, get ready.

This quote goes a long way to getting it right:

Hugging strangers is a proud Who Dat tradition, right up there with crying when we win. Most sports fans cry when their teams lose. Not us. We’ve been losing gracefully and with good humor for 43 years. Tragedy and disappointment don’t faze us. It’s success that makes us go to pieces.

Hurricane Katrina? We got that under control. The Saints in the Super Bowl? SOMEBODY CALL A PARAMEDIC!!!

So anyway, don’t let the tears of joy freak you out. We’re just … disoriented.

Finally, from that same article, two quotes that made me bust out laughing, because they are so very true.

It’s Carnival season in New Orleans (that’s Mardi Gras to you), and we’ll be taking the celebration on the road. So don’t be startled if you walk past us and we throw stuff at you; that’s just our way of saying hello.

And look. When we ask you for a go-cup, be nice to us. We don’t even know what ‘open container law’ means. Is that anything like ‘last call’?

Win or Lose, I’m going to New Orleans for the Win-Or-Lose Victory Parade – me and 200,000 of my closest friends.