wickedflea | Freak Day

I've been hearing tornado watches and tornado warnings and tornado threats all my life, and I can't remember any of them amounting to anything. Well, today we had a tornado (or something akin), and I wasn't warned. The only advance notice I got was a distinct feeling this morning that the weather seemed weird. Idiots.

I just went out to my office to do some stuff (which I couldn't do because the network is down), and I couldn't help but laugh at the people lined up at the fast-food places. This is behavior that I first noticed in Virginia, where we got a lot of snow. At the first sign of bad weather, people always hit the fast-food places in droves -- drive-thrus all over town backed up to the highway. It's like they think they're never going to be able to eat again. (Particularly strange in a situation like this, in which the bad weather has ALREADY PASSED.)

"Marge, you stay here with the candles and the radio, goddammit. I'm going to brave the elements to secure Double Whoppers for everyone!"

Much of the town still has no lights. I'm going looting.