Hurricane Ike & The Disasters (that come out of peoples mouths)

So as the world may know, a little hurricane named Ike came rolling through the area last week on Saturday morning. Also, yo may be aware that large portions of the city are still without power or homes to even go back to.

My condolences to all the displaced people who lost everything is what is arguably the most devastating thing to hit the Texas coast this year.

I have been paying to attention the news and the way that the coverage is being handled, and I gotta say that even the local news media is fishing for shit. They are really trying to find holes in the plans for recovery, so they can be the network that broke through the secrets. Its sickening. I mean, here we are literally powerless, water is mostly working, a cool-down came blowing in, and all people can do is point fingers and make it all about them.

First off, if you have a house, and the water is running, then shut the fuck up about power. Its okay that you don't have a TV or air conditioner for a while. Get off your ass and do something. Also, remind yourself that while you were being totally selfish, there are many people in the Galveston area who have lost everything they had, and that they may continue to lose more if martial law is declared in their part of the state.

People are frustrated. I get it. I am too. Everyone has a different situation, and while I understand that you think yours is more important than others', it's not. Not by a long shot.

Stop coming down on the hard-working volunteers that are here to help out. They are people just like you. They have to eat and sleep and work as well. They are unfortunately states and counties away from their homes and families sacrificing their time to help you. The least you can do is simply shut the fuck up, get comfortable, and wait.

They are doing what they can. No conspiracies. Just hard work. Power, no power. Fuck. people did it for thousands of years, you can too. If you can't hack it, then I guess you'll be thinned from the herd.

Fuck.

The Times, They Are A Changin'

How would you like to be punched in the face? No? Really?

Well, okay, I guess I can let it slide then. Speaeking of getting punched in the face, this morning, I woke up.

Not that waking and up and getting punched in the face are anywhere close, but I guess they could be if the right circumstances presented themselves at the right time.

I am awake, I do the morning thing. Dreading the likelihood that I will behaving the same dull breakfast (multigrain eggo waffles), I have a grand idea. Breakfast Tacos! Made them and ate them. Badass. I should do that every morning, wait--I am trying to not to join the ranks of the Wal-Mart shoppers physique, so maybe once a week is fine.

Out the door early, nothing brewing on the mind, and all the sudden I open the front door to -- what's this?--could it be?--cool wind blowing in the air, and the familiar smell of a summer's death. It was the first time I had felt good about going outside since march. A million memories of years past came flooding into my brain.

Even though I know the season hasn't officially ended yet, I get the sense that Summer is on its way out, and I am happy to see it go. This summer has been especially brutal in terms of heat and not a lot of rain. Despite hurricane warnings and tropical storms that just barely miss here, we are bone dry as a city.

I prefer the rain. It helps me make it through the summers with ease. Needless to say tht this summer has not been an easy one. But I'll survive as I have since birth, or wait...have I been getting prepared for death since birth? Too heavy? yeah, too heavy.

Posting regularly has become harder these days due to the rise in work work work. I am trying, but sometimes there isn't anything to report or write about. What d'ya want from me?

I am looking forward to all the things in the next few months leading into winter. There are some shows, and festivals, and some other things that I am psyched about, but we'll see if the funds will be there for those things to become realized. Besides that, I am going to do my best to help Brandy get thru the last two quarters as easy as possible. Don't know how I am going to do that, but I never know until I am given task of some sort, so wish me luck. I won't need it. I'd do anything for her, and she knows it.

Well, this was fun. I am off to get my brain ripped out, guts splayed in front of me, and then ground into meat for another eight hours. Til next time.