Valnorran
October 1st, 2002, 07:57 PM
Big storm's coming soon
Passed out in my hammock
God, I slept till way past noon
Stood up and tried to focus
I hoped I wouldn't have to look far
Knew I could use a Bloody Mary
So I stumbled next door to the bar
--Jimmy Buffett, Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season
Well, we dodged Isadore, but now Lily is expected to hit us squarely amidships. The way they're predicting, the right side of the storm will be on my little home. For reasons too arcane for me to understand, the right side of a hurricane is the nastiest. Right now she's a category 2 storm. She's expected to graduate to category 3 by landfall. Category 5 is the worst. Some think she'll be as bad as Andrew, perhaps worse. Aaaarrr! Baten down the hatches, matey, there's rough seas ahead! Aaarrrr!
They're expecting landfal around the end of tomorrow (10/2). If we follow standard operating procedure, some moron will try to surf the storm surge and never be seen again. Some may try to have hurricane parties. You can get away with that for category 1 storms, but category 3? And the winner of this year's Darwin Award is...
Oh, well. Life on the Gulf Coast. The West has earthquakes and wildfires, with the occasional mudslide thrown in for good measure. The midwest has tornadoes. Up north they have blizzards. At least you can see a hurricane coming and, theoretically, get out of the way. Of course, by the time you know for certain it's coming, the roads are jammed with evacuees and you can't get anywhere. At least this time I stand to get a day or two off from work. Hey, I try to look at the bright side! Hope for the best and prepare for the worst, I always say...
Catch ya'll on the flip side.
Oh, I forgot -- AArrrrrrrr!
Passed out in my hammock
God, I slept till way past noon
Stood up and tried to focus
I hoped I wouldn't have to look far
Knew I could use a Bloody Mary
So I stumbled next door to the bar
--Jimmy Buffett, Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season
Well, we dodged Isadore, but now Lily is expected to hit us squarely amidships. The way they're predicting, the right side of the storm will be on my little home. For reasons too arcane for me to understand, the right side of a hurricane is the nastiest. Right now she's a category 2 storm. She's expected to graduate to category 3 by landfall. Category 5 is the worst. Some think she'll be as bad as Andrew, perhaps worse. Aaaarrr! Baten down the hatches, matey, there's rough seas ahead! Aaarrrr!
They're expecting landfal around the end of tomorrow (10/2). If we follow standard operating procedure, some moron will try to surf the storm surge and never be seen again. Some may try to have hurricane parties. You can get away with that for category 1 storms, but category 3? And the winner of this year's Darwin Award is...
Oh, well. Life on the Gulf Coast. The West has earthquakes and wildfires, with the occasional mudslide thrown in for good measure. The midwest has tornadoes. Up north they have blizzards. At least you can see a hurricane coming and, theoretically, get out of the way. Of course, by the time you know for certain it's coming, the roads are jammed with evacuees and you can't get anywhere. At least this time I stand to get a day or two off from work. Hey, I try to look at the bright side! Hope for the best and prepare for the worst, I always say...
Catch ya'll on the flip side.
Oh, I forgot -- AArrrrrrrr!