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I did not think to go to the basement. I saw it coming down hard, and the noise and light were fantastic, but I did not feel like there was danger. I was more worried about flooding, which I did go to check on with some frequency.

Marsupialized wrote:

The Code is Almighty wrote:I was thinking about it too. The rain that's coming down has surely washed it all away. God has a funny way of tidying things up.

Unless it's all just melted itself down into a shallow puddle directly in the path of the garbage can from the back gate.
Maybe the whipping wind picked it up and launched it completely over the house and it landed directly on the hood of your truck.
Maybe's it's perched itself above your door and when you open it it will be jarred loose and fall upon whoever is unlucky enough to be in it's path.

Against all odds and predictions, the cup of poo has somehow weathered the storm.

The Code is Almighty wrote:

Marsupialized wrote:

The Code is Almighty wrote:I was thinking about it too. The rain that's coming down has surely washed it all away. God has a funny way of tidying things up.

Unless it's all just melted itself down into a shallow puddle directly in the path of the garbage can from the back gate.
Maybe the whipping wind picked it up and launched it completely over the house and it landed directly on the hood of your truck.
Maybe's it's perched itself above your door and when you open it it will be jarred loose and fall upon whoever is unlucky enough to be in it's path.

Against all odds and predictions, the cup of poo has somehow weathered the storm.

The storm just made it stronger and more angry!

I couldn't believe I was actually hearing Tornado sirens last night. I'd heard a few growing up in Kansas City but Chicago, due to its urban canyonization and proximity to the lake, I always figured 'nah'. I asked my roommate, 'the fuck? Are those tornado sirens?' but she'd never actaully heard them. She went out as the storm started blowing in to meet a friend.

I started getting a little freaked out as I heard the noise getting crazier outside and tried to find a place in my apt. without windows. I chose the little nook between the living room and the kitchen, and heard the door to my apartment open.

My roomate came in and saw me crouched in this dark hallway, while she herself looked like a drowned rat.

Later on that evening I went to the Empty Bottle. Caix was there. We chatted.

Marsupialized wrote:

The Code is Almighty wrote:

Marsupialized wrote:

The Code is Almighty wrote:I was thinking about it too. The rain that's coming down has surely washed it all away. God has a funny way of tidying things up.

Unless it's all just melted itself down into a shallow puddle directly in the path of the garbage can from the back gate.
Maybe the whipping wind picked it up and launched it completely over the house and it landed directly on the hood of your truck.
Maybe's it's perched itself above your door and when you open it it will be jarred loose and fall upon whoever is unlucky enough to be in it's path.

Against all odds and predictions, the cup of poo has somehow weathered the storm.

The storm just made it stronger and more angry!

Obviously, you two have angered the gods. I think you need to do a virgin sacrifice or something to appease them.

Johnny wrote:I did not think to go to the basement. I saw it coming down hard, and the noise and light were fantastic, but I did not feel like there was danger. I was more worried about flooding, which I did go to check on with some frequency.

I was up well past my bedtime pointing a flashlight into every crevice of my house. Up on the top floor I could hear water rushing in the eavestroughs like a mountain stream but no water coming-in, thank the god because that's where all my equipment is. We did have some leaking on the back-porch, but nothing bad.

The two big floods of '07 (i.e. the un-stocked catfish farm in my basement) robbed me of any pleasure I ever took in thunderstorms. When I was a kid I was not particularly afraid of bad storms but now I am. Everytime the rain goes sideways I can see myself filling out claims forms and phoning contractors. But what can you do?

Tornadoes I'm good with. About once a month I have a dream with a tornado in it. The circumstances are varied. I could be climbing K2 in a tuxedo or playing backgammon with human-sized cats. The whole scene is brought to an end by a tornado. A deus ex machina essentially.

scary bodega wrote:Tornadoes I'm good with. About once a month I have a dream with a tornado in it. The circumstances are varied. I could be climbing K2 in a tuxedo or playing backgammon with human-sized cats. The whole scene is brought to an end by a tornado. A deus ex machina essentially.

As do I!

Not Crap.