Down here we call it hunkering. Up there they say soda. — skooks (@skooks) October 28, 2012
As our friends in the Northeast began their hunkering down with the onset of Hurricane Sandy, this week we watched the final presidential debates, struggled with what to do with the bunnies we won at the Voodoo Experience, and watched the Saints lose pitifully.
Also, a message from Y@ Speak: I mined the various Voodoo hashtags for roundup-worthy tweets, which is like looking for an earring in a giant Dumpster. One thing I kept seeing were really horrible Instagram shots from Voodoo sets: a faraway shot of a blue light ("Neil Young!"), a stage obscured by hundreds of waving arms ("Skrillex!"), a pixellated zoomed-in shot of Jack White bathed in a filter that makes him look like an X-ray. Friends, it's really hard to get decent shots of bands at music festivals/concerts in general (although it's certainly possible), so instead of worrying about that, maybe just enjoy the show? People will believe that you are a human with friends who goes out and does things without your Instagram documentation of it.
