Hurricane!

Don't go to the SuperDome!

Be safe, man....

Yeah, be safe! I really hope everything turns out alright for you.

batton down the hatches.

ok, we're still here. still don't know what we're doing.

Frank, how do your posts transcend your avatar?

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon!

I just got a call from my family in Lake Charles, LA and they said they are under mandatory evacuation. I think they're all headed to Arlington.

I hope you're gone by now, Justin.

yeah, when I clut at school, I have to use IE, and his signature stretches out and drops down a line...

so the hurricane came and went and despite what the news said it was really no huge deal and my house is undamaged and I still have a genealogy project due that I havent started yet.

we left sunday, me, my mom, my sister and her husband. at around 11 we drove into the contra flow. for those of you who dont know what that is, it's an evacuation plan thing that redirects all traffic on the interstate in one direction. that includes the side of the median usually going the opposite way. kind of weird when you see it, all roads going one way and no one going back. youd think it would speed things up but it doesnt. traffic slows to a crawl at some points and just stops at others. It took us 11 hours to get to Memphis, 6 just to get to Jackson. and if your stuck on the left side of the median, the side that would usually be going the way youre coming, you cant get off on a an exit to take a piss, so there were a lot of people on the side of the road relieving themselves in the woods. this one woman just took a squat next to her car where everyone could see.

anyway, that night I would have went to my dads but he was already in bed and didnt feel like taking the long journey from his bed to the front door to unlock it. I came the next morning and we went and saw Tropic Thunder. I liked it. I especially like the sweaty, half-naked Jack Black in the latter half of the film. we went to a store called Spencers where I bought a joke pen that shocks you. there were other things I would have bought if I wasnt with my dad. anybody who knows what Spencers is probrably knows what Im talking about. or anybody who just knows me probrably knows what im talking about.

I walked around my old neighborhood a few hours. It was a nice day by my standards, windy and grey. some trees got bigger, others were gone. no big differences. It was a school day so there was nobody around to ask where everybody had gone, all my old friends and enemies. me and mom talked about them, all of my late sisters friends. most my friends were her friends first and foremost. and they all were fucked up in their own ways. mostly because their home lives sucked. I think my sister sought out these people because she thought she could fix them or something.

and my dad has internet and I would have written earlier. In fact I started to but my dad kept coming in the room and hovering over me, trying to see what I was writing. he was drunk. he gets that way when he's drunk. annoying I mean. he gave me this lecture on why he drinks, set himself up as an example on why not to. he told me this as if wasnt old news. also it was his work computer I was using and I guess he was afraid that the second he left the room Id switch over hardcore porn or something. now god knows that if Im ever over there and he pisses me off thats exactly what Im going to do.

other then that there's nothing else to report. we came home today, me and my mom, about to kill each other after being couped up in the care together too long. we found a rather unpleasant surprise in the pantry: rotten potatoes. the sewege line out front is broken too we think. the water in our yard isnt draining and it smells. fuck.

my cousins wifes mother has been holed up in her $1000 dollar a night suite since monday. she refuses to come out because she brought an army duffel bag full of money with here. I think thats proof enough that theyre in the mob or something.

in MY day, it was called Helen-Gallagher's

I'm in Connecticut. So it's kind of like instead of running for the hills, we're like, bringing in our potted plants. And stuff.