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(Incidentally, if you didn't check out the vid I posted in my last entry? You might want to do that instead. ^^ Just saying.)
So, Fay's come and gone. Didn't cause too many problems, personally; a few trees got knocked down, the power flickered once or twice, the road has ruts like you wouldn't believe, and our phone got knocked out for a day. The satellite TV barely even went out. Now, Tallahassee, they had a few problems. I think the power outages are fixed, but I'm pretty sure there's still a couple neighborhoods under water. We're starting to dry out, though. It's Florida, we're a bloody marsh anyway.
'Course, they say the improbably named Gustav might be coming this way in a week or so. But they can only predict hurricanes so far ahead, so I'll believe it three days before I see it.
I can never really bring myself to worry about hurricanes/tropical storms/what have you, even though I know I should probably be concerned. I believe this is why:
1. Hurricanes aren't scary where I live. If you live close to the coast, or maybe in a flatter area, you've got something to worry about. But in all the time I've lived here, a hurricane has been just a really bad thunderstorm. Power might go out, it'll get pretty windy, there'll be some trees down and maybe a couple streets get flooded, but by the time they get to us, hurricanes just seem to always run out of steam. Is this always going to happen? I don't know, but it always has.
2. This is Florida. You know the "snow days", when school closes down? Did those make you like snowstorms more, even if they were tchnically risky? Well, I don't know, because we don't get snow here. I mean at all. Back in February the local paper ran a big Sunday story about that one time it snowed around here and it actually stayed on the ground for maybe a week. That was fifty years ago. So, for those of us abandoned in the subtropics, the only weather-related school closing we enjoy is (wait for it) the "hurricane day"! This sort of predisposes you toward hurricanes as long as your house is never knocked down by one. And, in this area, like I said...
So it's hard to feel the proper concern. But Fay did dump a boatload of water onto us, and while we needed the rain, it was all a bit too sudden to be really helpful. Though I wonder if it's helped Lake Jackson any? Lake Jackson hasn't been a proper lake in years. Sinkhole drained it. Happens around here. It was always supposed to come back, but it still hasn't managed to. Didn't drive by it today.
Anyway, I may post a justification for the fic I'm working on when I'm in a state of mind that allows me to not sound like an idiot while doing so. It's just occured to me that the reasons I can't stand Ten have been blindingly obvious from the start. He's rude and not ginger, and not much else. Despite that, he's got the audacity to claim he's the Highest Authority, the Lonely God, and that's where he reaches my moral line in the sand. Anything else, I could cope with, could let slide, or simply let go. But when he/they set him up as a false god-- and yes, they have been-- that's the one thing I can't abide, the one thing I feel some sort of obligation to align myself against. A declaration of war, and I know exactly what side I'm not on. That's why I've never been able to just say "ah, screw 'em" and walk away. That's why I'm crossing DW over with a fandom that has the sense to call the Devil the Lone Power. I've learned to accept a lot of things, but I will never, ever learn to accept that. I take it that seriously. Are you sure it's not that serious?
So, Fay's come and gone. Didn't cause too many problems, personally; a few trees got knocked down, the power flickered once or twice, the road has ruts like you wouldn't believe, and our phone got knocked out for a day. The satellite TV barely even went out. Now, Tallahassee, they had a few problems. I think the power outages are fixed, but I'm pretty sure there's still a couple neighborhoods under water. We're starting to dry out, though. It's Florida, we're a bloody marsh anyway.
'Course, they say the improbably named Gustav might be coming this way in a week or so. But they can only predict hurricanes so far ahead, so I'll believe it three days before I see it.
I can never really bring myself to worry about hurricanes/tropical storms/what have you, even though I know I should probably be concerned. I believe this is why:
1. Hurricanes aren't scary where I live. If you live close to the coast, or maybe in a flatter area, you've got something to worry about. But in all the time I've lived here, a hurricane has been just a really bad thunderstorm. Power might go out, it'll get pretty windy, there'll be some trees down and maybe a couple streets get flooded, but by the time they get to us, hurricanes just seem to always run out of steam. Is this always going to happen? I don't know, but it always has.
2. This is Florida. You know the "snow days", when school closes down? Did those make you like snowstorms more, even if they were tchnically risky? Well, I don't know, because we don't get snow here. I mean at all. Back in February the local paper ran a big Sunday story about that one time it snowed around here and it actually stayed on the ground for maybe a week. That was fifty years ago. So, for those of us abandoned in the subtropics, the only weather-related school closing we enjoy is (wait for it) the "hurricane day"! This sort of predisposes you toward hurricanes as long as your house is never knocked down by one. And, in this area, like I said...
So it's hard to feel the proper concern. But Fay did dump a boatload of water onto us, and while we needed the rain, it was all a bit too sudden to be really helpful. Though I wonder if it's helped Lake Jackson any? Lake Jackson hasn't been a proper lake in years. Sinkhole drained it. Happens around here. It was always supposed to come back, but it still hasn't managed to. Didn't drive by it today.
Anyway, I may post a justification for the fic I'm working on when I'm in a state of mind that allows me to not sound like an idiot while doing so. It's just occured to me that the reasons I can't stand Ten have been blindingly obvious from the start. He's rude and not ginger, and not much else. Despite that, he's got the audacity to claim he's the Highest Authority, the Lonely God, and that's where he reaches my moral line in the sand. Anything else, I could cope with, could let slide, or simply let go. But when he/they set him up as a false god-- and yes, they have been-- that's the one thing I can't abide, the one thing I feel some sort of obligation to align myself against. A declaration of war, and I know exactly what side I'm not on. That's why I've never been able to just say "ah, screw 'em" and walk away. That's why I'm crossing DW over with a fandom that has the sense to call the Devil the Lone Power. I've learned to accept a lot of things, but I will never, ever learn to accept that. I take it that seriously. Are you sure it's not that serious?