this ain't no disco

[spatch]

"I'll eat roaches and drink the funky Quarter sludge in the gutters of Bourbon Street long before I abandon my city."

interdictor is an employee of directNIC, a company based out of New Orleans. He is holed out in one of the highrises now (the 10th and 11th floors of 650 Poydras) and is working with a skeleton crew to keep a data center up and online and safe.

I can't figure out if this is amazing, insane, both, or some other word that hasn't been invented yet.

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[kizlj.livejournal.com]

he's having fun. I checked out the journal -- he's an ex-military survival nut who sounds not unhappy to finally experience something akin to the fall of civilization and have a chance to show off superiority to all the non-survivalist sorts daft enough to not have guns at the ready. sigh.

I mean, not to minimize what must be a sucky, sucky situation. but still.

[(Anonymous)]

No kidding. I had a look too - the guy is a wannabe G. Gordon Liddy. I loved the touching anecdote about how he bonded with his best friend back in first grade by bullying the other kids in their class, hitting them in the head with blunt objects and such.

[adamcadre.livejournal.com]

Whoops - looks like I wasn't logged in when I posted that.

[spatch]

His current descent into the "Someone's gotta keep order, and that someone may very well be me" mindset is getting unsettling, but no less fascinating to read.

[asd109.livejournal.com]

Especially on the heels of "everyone who can get out should" in which "everyone" apparantly means everyone but him.