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There's a palpable unease at work this afternoon, lots of Rita anxiety. Many of the people there haven't live here long, trolling the news sites they become alarmed. They cite dire predictions of "hurricane force winds" hitting us, and "possible flooding". Piffle and penobscott!

It's too damn early to know which way she's going to turn, and those dire predictions assume the worst path. Even slightly off and the potentials drop drastically. The only flooding will be localized flash flooding (unless it stalls out over us like a giant hen with ten billion eggs of rain), even that won't be too bad because we've had a wet summer and most of the waterways still have viable ground cover.

I'll be more confident in the morning when we get inside the 3 day forcast, but I doubt we'll see more than a bunch of rain (9-10") and some normal strong winds (40knts).

So throughout the country firefighters have volunteered to come down to the gulf coast to try to help, when they got here they sat through a day of sexual harassment training and were informed their duties would be to hand out fliers at evacuee centers. When they complained about this egregious waste of resources the FEMA spokesman questioned their commitment to firefighting and the citizens of the community.

http://www.sltrib.com/utah/ci_3004197

from endora
the latest update from our ace reporter Foamy the squirrel.

Wow,
now, that's what I call punked:
http://www.kentucky.com/mld/kentucky/news/breaking_news/12477693.htm

From one of the stories:
"To Kodee, Bush is her father's boss and she does not understand why people think he is evil. She has also has a very difficult time understanding the war protesters and has begun to fear them the way most kids fear the boogeyman or monsters."

Just back from the dogpark, sun exposure like that is contraindicated but my dogs were desperate for some park time. The needed to get out. I tried to keep to the shade and be covered but I think I got a sunburn on the back of my neck which means I am going to feel a bit yucky later today.

When we got home there was a big vulture in our front yard, bigger than tipareth, With the insouciance of an suburban carrion eater it just moved to the other side of the tree but didn't leave my yard. The dogs were KEENLY aware of his presence and I carfefully got out so I wouldn't interfere and the dogs projectile vomited out of my truck.

Clyde almost got him, despite suffering the deficit of being in the back area and having to shove through saladin and tipareth, another 6-8 feet and he would had a taste of tailfeathers. Saladin however was the smart one and got to sniff the dead squirrel it was packing on. Not wanting them to be really nasty I hollered them in the house, yelling "It's his squirrel, you can't roll in it!"

RAIN!

Well I fired off my stick of half dozen mortars to frighten off the demons of oppression.


I don't think it did much good, them demons can afford good earplugs; oppression pays well.