And then came the flood.

There we were, tottering out of the mall toting the recently procured, long-awaited copy of Eddie Izzard's Glorious, when out-of-doors proved to be epically wet, of a wetness worthy of the Flood of the Lord, or the Overflowing Toilet of the Heavens.

Those of you in the East do not understand. Truly. You there (you! there!) ( Read more... )