If this were any other website, I'd apologize my ass off for the lack of updates and interactivity on the forum, then grovel at your feet begging for forgiveness, but I won't. This site is not yours, so do us a favor and quit mailing us and posting about it. This place has been here longer than you've surfed the web, so get over it. If we didn't collectively leave it alone every once in a while, it would not only fail, but we'd be upset enough with you to come to your house and wax your mom's goatee. Poop, anyone? As you read this, your eyes are most definitely  going back and forth from the text to the scantily clad youngster with the orange hair. There's a reason she's here. Before the New Orleans trip, Zen and I (Hello, my name is Grim) were driving to Blamm's house to get ready for our trip to New Orleans. Zen and I were enjoying a conversation... ok, actually Zen was talking gibberish like he always does (I never actually listen to what he says, but he looks like a cartoon, so he's fun to stare at), when all of a sudden, on the sidewalk, I see a black and orange flash pass us by on the sidewalk... SCREEEEEEECH... we pull in to the parking lot next to her, tripping out on the orangness of the orange that she's oranging. Zen, the big photographer, insists on documenting the strange find. He pulls out his camera, then gets out of the car, waving at the witchy youth. As soon as they make eye contact, the young lady pulls out a CB radio and begins running away! Zen freaked to say the least... he may be a dumbass, but he ain't dangerous (to anyone but himself). Short story shorter: Zen calmed the girl's fear by stating that he only wanted a picture (Louisiana doesn't offer sights like this very often), while staying very far away. Many locals here complain about the image that Brittney Spears promotes to the children... to hell with that... any parent that would dress their kid up like this, then place her on the side of a street in an urban business district to sell fucking Halloween makeup needs to be slapped in the jaw with a brick. How do you say 'dipshit business plan' in Klingon?