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September, 2008

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my hero:

Man Jumped a Shark to Save Dog

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Link: Katamari Wallpapers on Flickr

Snurkengoed (via Bloesem)

Craftzine.com: Dollhouse Katamari

Internet & cable, huzzah! I’ve rejoined civilization. Its sad how incapacitated I’ve felt without them. Guess I’m not the log cabin type

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btw- aaron knows beach teddy

Today wound up being pretty nice: I got my internet back in time for the Googlephone announcement tomorrow, cable back in time for the Heroes season premiere* and Aaron brought home a copy of Katamari. Oh, and I got the glasses I won on eBay. Um yeah, about that… buying something to wear around on my face fulltime without trying them on first wasn’t the best idea. Eh, maybe I’ll post a picture and take a poll but don’t hold yer breath.

*update: meh.

3 official signs apocalypse averted: soap operas on tv, fuel with no waiting and i ate in a restaurant. woo

the ebay gods finally smiled on me today. now i just need to get prescription lenses.

Things are so odd here.

We have power and water, unlike almost everyone else in Houston. I work at home and I’m here most of the time anyway so things almost seem normal… until i leave my neighborhood. Man, its rough out there. I wouldn’t go so far as to say post apocalyptic or anything but definitely rough. No gas, stores closed, all the streets are pitch black and people are edgy as hell. You do not want to cut anyone in line for anything at this point. I also happen to live near the medical center and a major freeway so there are hospital and army helicopters overhead and sirens going off all the time which is pretty unnerving.

My street is a mess, but practically pristine compared to the rest of town.

Several neighbors have opened up their wifi so i’m at least able to get some news and take care of business.

So all in all we were pretty lucky. Well, not entirely- my grandfather died friday night and my family is trying to make funeral arrangements during all this, so maybe lucky isn’t the right word.

I’m not thinking about Galveston at this point. As soon as services are restored and they’re letting people in Aaron and I will try to go down there and help in whatever way we can. But for now I just can’t think about that beautiful place being in ruins.

When I do get online I’m trying to steer clear of reading comments. The ones I have read tend to blame the residents for living on the coast in the first place. I guess by their logic, if you can call it that, no one should live in California because of potential earthquakes, or the Midwest because of likely tornadoes or up north because of possible ice storms, or near any river because of flooding. Then there are the ever present religious nutjobs blaming the “sinners” who they claim brought this on because of gay marriage or low cut blouses. And the politicizers who blame global warming or terrorists or bush or mccain or obama. Not to mention the people suggesting that anyone who didn’t evacuate should be billed for their own rescue or not saved at all.

Ah, my fellow man.

For us here in Houston things should return to normal in a week or so. For Galveston, who knows. Until then everything is just weird as shit.

we’ve got power, water and no loss of loot or limb. but i’m on borrowed wifi so i feel like i’m roughing it. i kid… kinda.

I was up late last night with insomnia, letting the hypnotic sounds of CNN anchors salivating over my certain doom seep into my gourd, but I’m less freaked out this morning. I was reading the news this a.m. and came across this little jewel about the Rita evacuations which made me feel pretty comfortable with staying put this time:

“110 people died during the (evacuation) effort, making the evacuation more deadly than the eventual Category 4 storm, which killed nine

I was in those evacuations- I sat on the freeway for oh, 3 or 4 hours to get about 5 miles from my house before deciding that I’d rather be in a building during a cat 5 than stuck on an overpass. So we turned around and came back home and all that happened was a pretty noisy storm that lasted a few hours.

This time around I’m in a 100 year old brick building who’s floor is 3 feet off the ground.

So it’ll be ok, no matter how screwed I look on radar.

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