Ooh. A Hurricane.

Perhaps it's my Buffalo childhood rearing its head, but I just don't get worked up by weather. Okay, yeah, I'd probably need a change of pants after a close call with a tornado, but all this hullabaloo over Hurrican Lili (which, at last check, was packing something like 120MPH winds [Edit: Okay, it's now at 135MPH, which is Category 4, and now has my attention. I have taunted Happy Fun Jew, and I will taunt Happy Fun Hurricane. I will ph33r |\|0 3v1l.], and was booking like hell to the NW). . . I don't give a shit. I'm more annoyed anticipating a loss of internet connectivity than worried about more wind and rain doing anything but making my car wet.

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and, on a lighter note. . . clowns.

I AM THE GREAT BLUE SALMON OF JUSTICE! I GLOW WITH AN AURA YOU CANNOT SEE!

WHY WOULD I WANT TO BLOW UP THE WORLD? THAT'S WHERE I KEEP ALL MY STUFF!!

Thank you, The Tick.

[I'm the evil mad bomber what bombs at midnight, baby, yeah!]

Strangers With Candy

Looks like Halloween 2002 is shaping up to be a banner year for friendly freaks of mine in NoLa - our buddies Steve & Jen from Buffalo, axissilverhand & algernon33 (potentially with the not-yet friend mbk_v2), and Raven & her friend Ryan (from DC and Sealand, respectively). Did I miss anyone?

On the rough agenda: Sushi, Cooked Food, and Frozen Alcohol Goodness.

Today's number

37 (rough estimate of the number of grey hairs in my stubble. obviously time to shave)

[Tedious LJ Navel-Gazing = OFF]

(goddamn it's tough filling in for the absent angelsil, axissilverhand, ladysoleil, and whippingboy).

Blow Me.

The local hurricane expert has been running down how Lili compares to other historic hurricanes. Right now, at 140mph, they're equating it to Hugo. There's still the possibility that it will make Category 5 before it hits.

All I want to do is stand on the waterfront, or on top of the highest building I can find, and shout at the wind. Loudest waterproof speakers I can find cranking my noise of choice, defiant of the storm.

C'mon, Mother Nature. Bring the noise.