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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[redtheblue.livejournal.com]

The Lord works in fucked up ways, brother Hemlock.

[hemlock-martini.livejournal.com]

Sometimes that's the only satisfactory answer, yes.

[spatch]

Old joke time!

As rising floodwaters threatened Bill's home, he stoically packed up his necessities and sat comfortably on the front porch. Eventually two guys in a little inflatable raft came by and beckoned him over.

"No thanks," Bill said. "I have faith in the Lord. The Lord will deliver me from danger. But thank you for the offer!" The inflatable raft shoved off and headed on down the waterlogged street.

Later on, the waters rose up past the first floor so Bill calmly retreated to the second floor, and watched the debris float by from his second story window. A rescue boat spotted him and pulled alongside, ready to escort him to safety.

"No thank you," Bill said again. "I've got faith in the Lord, and I will surely be delivered from a watery grave." Shrugging, the boat's pilot left him inside.

Once the waters reached the roofline, Bill climbed out onto the roof and sat by the chimney, still as placid as ever. When the rescue helicopter approached and dropped a ladder, Bill smiled and waved it along.

"It's okay!" Bill hollered. "Really! The Lord will save me! I have faith in the Lord!" The pilot shrugged (as much as one can be seen shrugging from a helicopter) and flew away.

A little while later, the waters rose over even the chimney, and poor Bill drowned. And wasn't he upset.

He was still upset when he made it to Heaven, and, in his pique, he marched right up to the throne of God and demanded an audience.

"Hey, God!" Bill said. "What's the big idea? I believed in you! I had faith that you were going to save me, and you left me to drown! You did nothing!"

"NOTHING?!" God said, furrowing an omniscient brow. Bill crossed his arms and nodded defiantly. God leaned over and tapped Bill on the chest.

"WHAT DO YOU CALL THOSE TWO BOATS AND THAT HELICOPTER?"