Dr. A and I have gotten all the provisions and shit we need to sit around and wait for Tropical Whatever Issac. We’ve battened down the proverbial hatches and are ready to wait. I’m considering inviting Cantore over but he’s probably too busy for idle chatter.
There’s been a bit less freaking out in New Orleans this time around. Mayor Landrieu has been prattling on about getting in “battle rhythm” whatever the hell that means. For someone who has never been in the military or worked for a huge corporation, Mitch is into jargon. Whatever, dude. At least he hasn’t freaked out and shit himself like Nagin did in 2008 when we waged the phony war against Hurricane Gustav.
The national media has made more of the Katrinaversary that we have locally. So it goes. It’s all the fuckers know about us, after all. Btw, I plan to post my annual moment of silence kinda post on 8/29 so be prepared. It may be my last one of the week because we expect to lose power and <shuddering> interweb service. So it goes. I’m feeling vaguely Vonnegutted today…<groan>
Okey dokey, time to sign off. Best wishes to Grandmere Mimi and Michael F who are also in Isaac’s erratic path. Good luck to everyone else as well. Here’s hoping that it will be a boring few days instead of harrowing. Here’s how *we* prepared for the storm:
