hurricanes seem to move quickly until you think of them on sort of a planetary scale. in a 24-hour period, Texas travels much, much farther than any texas-to-hurricane (or texas-to-anywhere-on-earth) distance.
it's like the earth is some
drunk, dizzy sorority chick (four times the size of the
moon) falling down a
staircase, and hurricanes are
skinspiders traveling the rate of a conglomeration-of-cells per hour, scraping up the edible material in the Gulf of
Zygomatic Arch and gaining strength before making hairfall at the
Temporomandibular Joint (which was sacked and looted by a similar
skinspider in the year 1900).
so. you know. basic hurricane prevention: wash your
damn face, you
dipsomaniacal-albeit-saved-from-the-terrible-secret-of-space
two-legs warning: squirmy-creature-on-face: may creep people out whose mass makes all sorts of tricky
gravitational math problems possible.