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Sep. 21st, 2005
My kingdom for a pair of live shades
Sep. 21st, 2005 03:05 pmI am at Mom's. The cats are holed up in the second bathroom. Spazz is having a ball. I keep seeing his big old furry black butt hanging out of the little cubbyhole where the clothes hamper goes. Mini-Me, on the other hand, is PISSED. She is sitting in the sink hissing and growling at me the whole time I'm in there. At least she's quit trying to rip my leg off. And I am not sure I'd be able to get her back in the carrier without the use of a towel. And possibly duct tape and a tranquilizer gun.
Apparently, although the likelihood of a direct hit seems to have dropped, this bitch just got upgraded to a cat 5. Isn't that just fuckin' peachy. [edit: okay, the Chronicle still says cat 4. Dr. Neil, you are a lying sack of shit and you're freaking people out unnecessarily. Knock it off.]
Still under voluntary evacuation in this neck of the woods, but that may change. We're boarding up the windows, and this is one hell of a sturdy house--it survived Carla, it surived Alicia without so much as losing power for more than a day, and it didn't get Drop One in it when Allison hit. And folks, if Allison didn't flood you, ain't nothin' gonna flood you. So the current plan is to ride it out here.
There is so much nonperishable food in the kitchen. THERE ARE TWO CASES OF VIENNA WEENIES. TWO. CASES. OF VIENNA WEENIES. No wonder everyone's out. My mom and stepdad bought EVERY VIENNA WEENIE IN A TEN-MILE RADIUS.
If we end up having to bail, we have two laptops and many friends up north with intarwebs, so.
I have my hard drives and all the backups I've ever done and all my software, 'cause if anything happens to work I'm gonna be living off Renderosity sales and shit for a while and I NEED THAT. Also brought PS2 for sanity maintenance, and to show Mom that she cannot live without Katamari Damacy. And then I have the important papers and the clothes and the this and the that and all that shit I can't live without. Also the camera.
And those valves behind the toilet and under the sinks? FUCK Y'ALL, STILL OPEN. I did, at least, bring in the ratty-ass lawn chairs from the patio.
Apparently, although the likelihood of a direct hit seems to have dropped, this bitch just got upgraded to a cat 5. Isn't that just fuckin' peachy. [edit: okay, the Chronicle still says cat 4. Dr. Neil, you are a lying sack of shit and you're freaking people out unnecessarily. Knock it off.]
Still under voluntary evacuation in this neck of the woods, but that may change. We're boarding up the windows, and this is one hell of a sturdy house--it survived Carla, it surived Alicia without so much as losing power for more than a day, and it didn't get Drop One in it when Allison hit. And folks, if Allison didn't flood you, ain't nothin' gonna flood you. So the current plan is to ride it out here.
There is so much nonperishable food in the kitchen. THERE ARE TWO CASES OF VIENNA WEENIES. TWO. CASES. OF VIENNA WEENIES. No wonder everyone's out. My mom and stepdad bought EVERY VIENNA WEENIE IN A TEN-MILE RADIUS.
If we end up having to bail, we have two laptops and many friends up north with intarwebs, so.
I have my hard drives and all the backups I've ever done and all my software, 'cause if anything happens to work I'm gonna be living off Renderosity sales and shit for a while and I NEED THAT. Also brought PS2 for sanity maintenance, and to show Mom that she cannot live without Katamari Damacy. And then I have the important papers and the clothes and the this and the that and all that shit I can't live without. Also the camera.
And those valves behind the toilet and under the sinks? FUCK Y'ALL, STILL OPEN. I did, at least, bring in the ratty-ass lawn chairs from the patio.
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Sep. 21st, 2005 08:06 pmIt's now mandatory evacuation starting at 6 AM. If we leave before then, which we will, we can take any route we damn well please. Otherwise, we have to go where we're told.
Neither Mom nor myself particularly like being told where to go and what to do, as anyone who's ever worked with me can tell you. So we're going to be heading off on 146 at roughly Asscrack O' Clock in the morning.
Huge load off my mind: as long as I can get Mini-Me into a carrier, everything will be fine... because the weeniedog hates the carrier, loves riding in the car, and will sleep the whole way if simply placed in Mom's lap on a leash. So now I'm off to the garage to find tranq darts, a whip, a chair, a chainmail shark suit, and possibly a small nuclear warhead to get her into the carrier again.
Neither Mom nor myself particularly like being told where to go and what to do, as anyone who's ever worked with me can tell you. So we're going to be heading off on 146 at roughly Asscrack O' Clock in the morning.
Huge load off my mind: as long as I can get Mini-Me into a carrier, everything will be fine... because the weeniedog hates the carrier, loves riding in the car, and will sleep the whole way if simply placed in Mom's lap on a leash. So now I'm off to the garage to find tranq darts, a whip, a chair, a chainmail shark suit, and possibly a small nuclear warhead to get her into the carrier again.