Well, old Synapse knows that Hurricane Irene is coming to town. The shoulders ache with arthritis or is it overexertion from making all these preparations?
Living way the hell inland, I don't foresee too much of a problem aside from heavy rains and gusty winds, and if the power goes out, you might not see another post until it comes back on. But it can never hurt to have some bottled water on hand...
Some of the projections place Central New York in the fray, others place it to the sidelines. Whichever one it is, we're prepared for just about anything, save the random hurricane-spawned tornado that blasts a tree through a second story window and hits my roommate in the head, and when he wakes up from his coma some 17 days later he's fluent in Chinese. Heh.
Yelling at kids doesn't do anything to ease the tension in my shoulders either. Nor does picking up after two slobs who refuse to lift a finger or do anything other than run off to fuck around with their little friends and only pop in to eat when they feel so inclined. And a policeman showing up at my door to ask whether my kid was a thief did little to improve my disposition... especially since this police department employs some of the most useless fuckers on earth.
Watching the news doesn't help all that much, or reading it for that matter. Picking up my paper to see my friend's name in the paper in connection with her arrest only made it seem as if she definitely has a winnable lawsuit... after all if it wasn't a real rape because the rapist never used a weapon, then it wasn't a real arrest either because the cop never handcuffed her... I just wonder how that would hold up in court.
In any case, Synapse feels like working on a device that will unleash supercanes and earthquakes on whoever he decides pisses him the fuck off. Oh yeah we felt one of those too, two actually.
But I have to sleep on it first... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz X-)
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