If you can't say anything nice...
You're probably set for a career in journalism. Our local One and Only news station just spent an hour showing a large motor yacht adrift in the intercostal waterway. They deemed that the person was not using their base intellect and that they should have listened to the governor when he said to make sure all was in order before the storm.
Actually, that person was prepared, but their two anchors gave way in the 90 mph winds that we're getting so far. One of the other stations actually took the time to interview the captain, who actually saved the vessel and was doing the best he could to save property and the environment. But, if you'd rather report based on observation, than people think that someone busting their ass to do the right thing is really an idiot out playing in the storm.
Who's the idiot?
Oh... and video game comercials are really getting disturbing. Have you seen the one for Pimkin? HOTDOG HOTDOG HOTDOG. I'm scared.
3:15 update: I'm so friggin' bored! I braved the elements and lived to tell the tale a few hours ago, funky noise comming from outside and macho curiosity (there's an oxymoron for ya') told me to investigate. My dad said he saw wicked blue sparks jumping from a substation on the other side of the expressway, which he attributed to the noise -- I saw no funky spark. : (. But on the bright side, all of the dead fronds have been stripped from the 75 foot tall Washingtonian Palm. On the down side, the neighbors will likely be pissed that they now litter their yards.
8:45 update: Still powerful, still bored. Baby Tiger lost power at 12:30, and has been relegated to flashlight and candle power all day, but not me. Have power, and blog and less and less sanity. As Comic Book Guy would say, "Slowest storm ever." A few recent power glitches, though lead me to worry if I'll even finish this post, but we'll see how long it lasts. I still can't believe I'm trying to survive a hurricane withouth marshmallows. (tradition) Damn you, low-carbohydrate diet!
Actually, that person was prepared, but their two anchors gave way in the 90 mph winds that we're getting so far. One of the other stations actually took the time to interview the captain, who actually saved the vessel and was doing the best he could to save property and the environment. But, if you'd rather report based on observation, than people think that someone busting their ass to do the right thing is really an idiot out playing in the storm.
Who's the idiot?
Oh... and video game comercials are really getting disturbing. Have you seen the one for Pimkin? HOTDOG HOTDOG HOTDOG. I'm scared.
3:15 update: I'm so friggin' bored! I braved the elements and lived to tell the tale a few hours ago, funky noise comming from outside and macho curiosity (there's an oxymoron for ya') told me to investigate. My dad said he saw wicked blue sparks jumping from a substation on the other side of the expressway, which he attributed to the noise -- I saw no funky spark. : (. But on the bright side, all of the dead fronds have been stripped from the 75 foot tall Washingtonian Palm. On the down side, the neighbors will likely be pissed that they now litter their yards.
8:45 update: Still powerful, still bored. Baby Tiger lost power at 12:30, and has been relegated to flashlight and candle power all day, but not me. Have power, and blog and less and less sanity. As Comic Book Guy would say, "Slowest storm ever." A few recent power glitches, though lead me to worry if I'll even finish this post, but we'll see how long it lasts. I still can't believe I'm trying to survive a hurricane withouth marshmallows. (tradition) Damn you, low-carbohydrate diet!
posted by M? @ 2:00 PM
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