- We’ve been having one bad storm after another in my neck of the woods. This has been going on since the tail end of 2010, when we had an unseasonably warm day and a freakish storm ensued in which a couple of tornadoes touched down in my metro area. Since then, I’d venture to guess that tornado warning sirens have gone off probably 15 more times. That is a lot. I do not live in tornado alley, people, although it certainly feels like it lately. We had other tornadoes touch down here earlier this spring, one about 9 miles from my house. I love a good storm, but I have to admit that after all this, in combination with watching the aftermath in
and now Alabama , I’ve become a bit skittish. This week, Storm #1 took out a gigantic tree about 5 houses down, which proceeded to take down all electrical wires in its path, along with the transformer and my beloved electricity. And of course, once your electric is gone, everything you want to do requires it. Every damn time I wandered into a room, with my lantern mind you, I still found myself flipping the light switch only to feel like an idiot over and over. This same storm literally blew the chimney off of the building across the street. I can see the pile of bricks on the roof as I type this. Storm #2 a few days later brought more tornado warnings, and as I was watching all of it on TV, they announced that the metropolitan police department was “going down to a skeleton crew” so that they could send officers home for the day to seek shelter with their families. Pause…collect thyself….continue…. Yes, this actually happened. Ok, let’s dissect this for a moment. A major metropolitan city could potentially be hit by one of several tornado cells in the area, after which there would surely be destruction, looting and mayhem, and there will only be a skeleton crew of cops available to control things? I’m sorry, but seeing as cops can put themselves in harms way on a daily basis, I think they could stick out a tornado warning somewhere safe in their jurisdiction, then resume normal duties when it’s over. This was late afternoon just prior to rush hour, not 3 in the morning. Not to mention that this brilliant decision was made as the tornado warning was already in place and the storms were on top of us - not the safest time to be heading home in a car. That was one of the most asinine things I had heard in a while. No wonder our crime rate is one of the highest in the nation. Apparently we have a buffoon running things. Joplin
- I went and saw
Danziglive recently. I must say, Glenn Danzig still sounds pretty damn good. Some songs he sounded better on than others, but he’s still rockin’. It was an odd show, in that there were major pat-downs at the door, they thoroughly searched my purse, any sort of camera was strictly prohibited, and they made everyone turn their cell phones off prior to entering! What in the goddamn hell is up with all that? I frequent this particular venue, and I have never experienced such things at the door for any show. It made me wonder if there is something about DanzigI don’t know, such as a history of violence at their shows or something. Or is Glenn Danzig just paranoid? Or is he just a demanding diva? I want to understand.
- Yesterday I ate pork steak-flavored potato chips. Yes, I said pork steak. In as much as I love pork products of many sorts, the one thing I cannot eat is a pork steak. Why would you, when you could have a lovely pork chop? It makes no sense to me. Yes, they are cheaper, but not by all that much and there is such a marked difference in the quality. I simply don’t get the whole pork steak thing, and for years I really tried. But me being a fool and hoping for the best, I thought I’d give the pork steak one more try in the form of those chips, so I got a bag to go with my bratwurst. They tasted like charcoal with BBQ sauce. Really, they did. Despite tasting like ass, I ate several of them, thinking the flavor might grow on me. It eventually became clear the opposite was happening, and the end result was that nasty charcoal taste in my mouth the rest of the night. Then I made all my friends try a few, so that I didn’t have to suffer alone.
That is all. I shall not bore you further with my stories. I bid you a most excellent Memorial Day weekend, full of delicious beer and BBQ that is pork steak-free.