ultrasupergenius’ journal

My blackberry stopped working a while back. It would no longer get or send my work email… it would get my calendar, and the phone worked. Oh, and my personal email worked as well. Despite all efforts to get the thing hooked back up, the IT folks could not get it running. So it sat on my desk. Then the battery died. It was just too clunky to carry around as a second phone, and the calendar aspect, while helpful, did not make it worthwhile to balloon out my pants pocket. I refuse to do the holster thing. So… it sat on my desk. I came in one morning, and it wasn’t there. I checked my hotel - not there. I checked my car. Not there. I checked everywhere again - not there. Called and called, but the battery was dead, so no luck. I was beginning to think maybe someone had lifted from my desk. I called it again - but figured I had gotten the wrong number, because the ringer was a Hip Hop song about shaking your booty. It was actually kinda funny, so I listened to it for a moment. Then the answering message came on… and it was my voice. Shake your booty shake your booty uhuh was followed by “This is David Hobson with the…”. It was surreal. There was no longer any doubt about it. Someone stole my blackberry and changed the ringer to a Hip Hop song. Everyone who tried to call me on my work cell phone was greeted by shake your booty - and assumed it was my suggestion that they do so. Yikes. The phone has since been deactivated, and I am waiting for new one. Actually, a fancier one - that I am really looking forward to getting… the 8800, which has all kinds of bells and whistles and whatnot, including the ability to work as a wireless modem for my laptop. I might even download one of those music ringers for the thing. I just don’t think it will have anything to do with people shaking booties.

Alphonse Boudreaux

I went to my first Boil yesterday… Karen and a couple of the Cajun’s from work invited me out to her house house for food, fun, and a taste of Cajun Culture. It was fantastic. They boiled up about 150 pounds of crawfish, for about 20 people. It was unreal. They have this Huge pot sitting on an outdoor burner that sounds like a jet engine. You put in about 30 pounds of crawfish, some potatoes, corn, sausuges and mushrooms, and dump the whole load out onto big trays… It took several tries to get the technique for peeling down, but by the end of the night I was not far behind the seasoned pros. You twist off the tail, suck the juice out of the head (spicey!), and then peel back the first tail joint while pressing the bottom with your thumb. Out pops a perfect little crawfish tail. Dip it in a little remoulade - or eaten straight up… they are as tasty as they are fun!
I got along so well with the Cajuns and the crawfish that they made me an official Cajun, and named me “Alphonse Boudreaux”.