Late Fragment.

It's Raining but There Ain't A Cloud in The Sky.

It's raining.  Again.  Sometimes I hate south Florida in September.

I would like to be home curled up in a blankie now. 

Riding Cross the Land.

This  may be the best argument that sometimes relocation really is the answer.

Linky.

Oh, What a Night!

Happy New Year's Eve!

May the new year bring you every happiness you deserve.

Bn'B

I Don't Find This Stuff Amusing Anymore.

There's apparently some weather thing happening out in the Caribbean, but the National Hurricane Center hasn't decided whether to send out a plane to check it out or not. 

We just wrapped up tax-free hurricane supply week here in South Florida.  This year I bought nothing, but last year I stocked up... batteries, lanterns, battery-operated fans, a gigantic cooler, a generator, gas cans.  I have to fill my propane tank, maybe get a second, and buy some bottled water but otherwise I feel pretty ready for hurricane season this year. 

But I was perusing the National Hurricane Center's website and I found this graphic:

What the fuck?  Doesn't it look like a 4 year old drew that?  When did my daughter become a meteorologist?  And why isn't she paying for her own damn chocolate milk?

PS-  Allow me to translate the graphic for you.  If it's a low-probability year, we have no idea what's going to happen, but you have a lower probability of getting hit with a hurricane than if it's a high-probability year.  We still have no idea what the fuck will happen then, but you're more likely to find it unpleasant.

PPS-  What is the deal with that cocktail of the day, by the way?  Seems like too much effort to me.  I totally get the setting the Sambuca on fire thing.  I remember doing it at some bar in Hermosa Beach one night when it seemed like the coolest thing ever.  (Could have been the mushrooms though.)  But all the rest of that?  Too.  Much.  Work.

PPPS-  I have unintentionally made this post in my high school colors.  Whee.  Go Patriots.

Baby, It's Cold Outside.

This is wrong on so many levels. 

I could see my breath this morning when I took the garbage out.  Hmph.

I Think That We Should Take a Walk in the Country.

Lost
David Wagoner

Stand still.  The trees ahead and the bushes beside you
Are not lost.  Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes.  Listen.  It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost.  Stand still.  The forest knows
Where you are.  You must let it find you.

I'm headed off to get lost for a while.  It's my intention to post now and again.  I'll be back home August 3.