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Sep. 25th, 2005 11:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chaobellI LIVE!!!
So shit really started blowing late Friday night. I woke up around 4ish, and we still had power but no cable, thus no good TV and no intarwebs. So I thought I'd head out to the garage to have a cigarette and visit with Mini-Me, and
*BOOMfzt*
So much for the power.
Here's the weird thing: we got maybe an inch of rain out of this. Driest hurricane evar. There were branches and shit all over the place, but it was dry.
Power was still out yesterday afternoon. No problem, we have food, we have water, it's nice out, we're fine.
Power was still out last night. Mom declared that we were Going For A Drive. We determined that we lived in a black hole, because beyond about a two-mile radius, damn near everyone had power, including.... MY SHITHOLE APARTMENT WTF. I came in and peeked in the freezer, and I have reason to believe, based on the fact that the ice cubes had not melted one bit, that power NEVER went out over here! If it did, it was for a couple of hours at most.
So my cold food is all okay. However, there was a science project in the bottom of the rice cooker I'd forgotten to clean up before I left. Eww.
Dad's power is still out, but the pisser there is that HL&P/Centerpoint INTENTIONALLY CUT IT OFF for some boneheaded reason or another. WTF?
And now, I am home, and Mom and Stepdad are going to invade a friend's house until their power comes back on. I had no trouble at all getting Mini-Me back into the carrier this time. She didn't realize what I was doing until I was closing the door, and then she made this little whiny "aw fuck, not again" noise and growled a little, but she didn't flip her shit like she did Wednesday night. She was a little pissed off about it, and she's hissing at me again, but I've fed her many stinky treats and she's settling down. Also, Stepdad made me bring home a case of Vienna weenies, which is good because I think if I actually had to cook something right now I would die.
And one more word on the traffic clusterfuck: lots of people who had to leave their cars had them towed--remember this Safe Clear bullshit I ranted about a while back? Well, the City of Houston's take on it is that it's not fair to make the wrecker drivers work for free, and the taxpayers shouldn't have to pay for these tows, so everyone whose car ran out of gas and/or overheated and/or got left when the storm was coming so its passengers could find actual shelter? $165. Minimum. Some serious, serious shit is about to hit the fan on this one, and I'm going to be sitting right here with the popcorn.
So shit really started blowing late Friday night. I woke up around 4ish, and we still had power but no cable, thus no good TV and no intarwebs. So I thought I'd head out to the garage to have a cigarette and visit with Mini-Me, and
*BOOMfzt*
So much for the power.
Here's the weird thing: we got maybe an inch of rain out of this. Driest hurricane evar. There were branches and shit all over the place, but it was dry.
Power was still out yesterday afternoon. No problem, we have food, we have water, it's nice out, we're fine.
Power was still out last night. Mom declared that we were Going For A Drive. We determined that we lived in a black hole, because beyond about a two-mile radius, damn near everyone had power, including.... MY SHITHOLE APARTMENT WTF. I came in and peeked in the freezer, and I have reason to believe, based on the fact that the ice cubes had not melted one bit, that power NEVER went out over here! If it did, it was for a couple of hours at most.
So my cold food is all okay. However, there was a science project in the bottom of the rice cooker I'd forgotten to clean up before I left. Eww.
Dad's power is still out, but the pisser there is that HL&P/Centerpoint INTENTIONALLY CUT IT OFF for some boneheaded reason or another. WTF?
And now, I am home, and Mom and Stepdad are going to invade a friend's house until their power comes back on. I had no trouble at all getting Mini-Me back into the carrier this time. She didn't realize what I was doing until I was closing the door, and then she made this little whiny "aw fuck, not again" noise and growled a little, but she didn't flip her shit like she did Wednesday night. She was a little pissed off about it, and she's hissing at me again, but I've fed her many stinky treats and she's settling down. Also, Stepdad made me bring home a case of Vienna weenies, which is good because I think if I actually had to cook something right now I would die.
And one more word on the traffic clusterfuck: lots of people who had to leave their cars had them towed--remember this Safe Clear bullshit I ranted about a while back? Well, the City of Houston's take on it is that it's not fair to make the wrecker drivers work for free, and the taxpayers shouldn't have to pay for these tows, so everyone whose car ran out of gas and/or overheated and/or got left when the storm was coming so its passengers could find actual shelter? $165. Minimum. Some serious, serious shit is about to hit the fan on this one, and I'm going to be sitting right here with the popcorn.
