nyteowl: (fishy)
This morning, the part of Cassandra will be played by Ms Amy...

If I were still in the midwest, I might be an amateur storm chaser.

I love big storms.
Powerful wind, rain, hail, lightning, tornados, the green skies and the teltale smell the air takes on when a big storm approaches.
I like to watch, but not be the recipient of, these amazing natural phenomena.

However, I also have a fairly powerful fear of flooding.
Floods are my monster under the bed.
I think this fear comes from growing up with a dependency on the sump pump and it's backup battery whenever a strong summer storm blew through.
At least twice we took on water in our basement and had to face the unpleasant task of cleaning up after it.

I remember one storm that blew through the Chicago area (might have been remnants of a huge tropical storm) more than 15 years ago that flooded out some areas that normally didn't flood.
I was working at this badly run manufacturing company as a secretary.
All the employees were coerced into coming in on the Saturday following the storm to clean up the water damage (storm sewers backed up and a creek overflowed, not the nicest smelling water).

I remember being (totally pissed off) on my hands and knees with rubber gloves and a bucket of bleach, scrubbing walls. cheap bastard boss who already treated his employees like crap, now have us risking our health.. nice

After my shift, I ran out and got a tetanus shot, and then quit with no notice (I just never went back).

I still have the occasional bad (or at least surreal) dream about being caught in a huge flood.
Mother is coming, and she's really pissed off )
nyteowl: (fukitol)
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE HELP THESE POOR PEOPLE IN NEW ORLEANS AND DON'T SEPARATE THEM FROM THEIR DOGS AND CATS! ITS ALL THAT MANY OF THEM HAVE LEFT IN THIS WORLD!! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THESE PEOPLE WERE WILLING TO RISK THEIR OWN LIVES TO STAY WITH THEIR PETS???

I can't fuckin take this anymore.

It's on every single news service... from NPR to CNN and everything in between.

it makes me sick to my stomach.
nyteowl: (argh)
or "I'm going to need a bigger sword for this"

I've been really trying to get AWAY (stay away) from the mainstream news media stories about Katrina.

WHY I was so compelled to go visit CNN.com this morning is beyond all reason (they decided to run a photo of a dog seemingly trapped behind a gate in front of a house in New Orleans).

FUCK ALL OF THIS MANIPULATIVE MEDIA SHIT!! I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!

Foamy the Squirrel was right.

I've been grouchy and feeling anxious for a week now.

I came home on Friday to find some sketchy-looking old man rifling through the trash stacked near the driveway. Evidently my landlady had hired some Eastern European gardeners (I think they were Hungarian) to clear out the dead vegetation in the flower beds. I hardly think the trash picking was part of the deal.. but anyway... He didn't speak enough English to understand why I was yelling at him and asking him why he was trash picking my landlady's house.

whereby little puffs of smoke start to pour from Amy's ears.. the beginnings of a hormonally fueled meltdown

Anyway, long story short, in the process of his cleaning, the asshat pulled out my dormant peony plant - the whole thing - bulb and all - which was in a planter next to my back stairs. (I had run out to the store and came back to find my plant had been uprooted, etc.)

Once I saw it missing I yelled at Captain Asshat that it was DORMANT not DEAD and that he needs to find the plant and put it back where he found it. (he did)
* * *

I was in a lousy headspace all weekend, had weird dreams, feeling generally awful (thank goodness my beloved has patience - I think I was driving him nuts all weekend with my whinging and snippyness).

Oh. and did I forget to mention the fucking non-english-speaking DUMBASS who started calling my cellphone at 4am on Sunday morning?

Rang in as a "private" number so I didn't answer it.
until the 4th time

me: mumblemumblemumble what do you want?

estupido: blahblahblah (in Spanish or Portuguese)

me: wrong number! wrong number! only speak ENGLISH!! (hangs up)

The phone rang again. and again. (and I shut the ringer off)

Woke up Sunday morning to "12 missed calls" showing on my display.

I turned the ringer on again and told Rich to answer it next time the phone rang.

He managed to convince the caller (who was evidently looking for someone named "Dolores") that there was nobody here who speaks whatever he's speaking, and that there is NOBODY named Dolores here either.

The calls stopped.

I'm sorry but I'M NOT DOLORES !! If you are calling a phone and you hear a voicemail greeting in a language that you don't understand, from a person who sounds unfamiliar to you, what on EARTH compells you to dial the same number 10 more times!!

I'm feeling a bit insane.
It's the little things, like how my pants don't seem long enough
and how can I possibly be spending so much on groceries, and gas, and and and and ....

and remembering a strange dream about writing (with my fingers) on a wall in chocolate.
nyteowl: (fukitol)
and not a drop to drink

If you don't think that the effects of Katrina will be felt nationwide, guess again.

Time to sell the SUV and buy a hybrid.

Gas prices are headed for $3.00 a gallon.

I have no idea where We (the collective We the People of the United States....) are going to get the money to pay for the damage that this storm has caused.

Anyway, this storm sort of freaks me out.
I talk to people who live down there on a regular basis (because of work).
Some really polite, friendly, decent folks to work with.
These people who have lives.
Homes or apartments where their "stuff" is
Family, friends, places they go to shop, to eat, to hang out.
They're in Biloxi and Gulfport.
All under water and significantly fucked up.

It's crazy and scary and sad how easily this hits home if you imagine what it would be like to live through a December nor'easter that produces 36" of snow.. except have all that snow be rain instead.

::shudder::

I grew up in the midwest, near a few creeks and low lying that would flood readily with a big storm.
We (the town residents) would joke about the restaurants, businesses, etc. who were in the low lying areas and give them nicknames when they wound up under water time and time again.
The towns eventually did fix the roads so they were above the flood plane, and they bulldozed and rezoned the properties that always flooded (eventually getting a clue that they weren't going to win against Ma Nature)

You do get used to living with the threat of tornadoes and flooding, and you do make jokes about the weather when it disrupts your life.

I just can't imagine it to this magnitude.

Really does sort of define the whole "powerlessness" (against nature) thing for us puny humans.

It is a bit like our very own tsunami, except that there was plenty of warning to get out before the storm.

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