Sometimes good, sometimes evil

Somewhat last minute carolling attempt produced just three of us. We wandered the neighborhood in the clear and cold. With only three of us, the people seemed much more open and less intimidated. We scored cookies, chocolate covered cherries, and homemade biscotti.

It’s really fun when the houses have kids, because they just go nutso and dance and clap, no matter how bad we are. We serenaded one dog at one house and one shorttailed black meowy cat at another where the pipple either weren’t home or were in the basement carving up their neighbors. But all in all people were amazed and nice. You just don’t get carollers anymore.

Msdrfooms called during Church service on Sunday from Burundi, where they are now celebrities and going on the radio. All seems to be going very well.

The family Christmas eve orgy in Tacoma went well, although I’m not sure when the tradition of all of the nieces dressing rather skimply started. There are no eligible teenage boys attending. The food was good, the elderly aunties were very fine form, stories were told, and my vicious Heartplaying nieces whomped me at Scrabble.

I was making a comeback with “shit” but the elder niece came back with “whore.” Hard to beat that.

The drive back to Seattle was hell. Mass quantities of rain. But no wind this time, so just lots of mudslides today. It’s nice out today. I took a bus downtown to see a movie. The paper said they were open. The early cheap movie, but NO, not open. I wandered around looking at the punks, homeless, weirdos, window shoppers, then took a bus back home, fed the birds, and am pondering which bad movie to watch now.

Peter and his mad wife are going to a movie, but it’s not one I’d pay big bucks to see on the big screen. We’ll have another Christmas when MsDrfooms returns in January.

The froth present makes odd noises and does not appear to be fud, so we’ll wait and see if it blows up. If not, we’ll open it in January, at a great distance, of course.

Mrsdrfooms arrived safely in Burundi. All her flights were delayed so she caught them all. They went out an bought irons which had to be assembled, but were cheaper than she budgeted for, they are heated using charcoal! Today she’ll be out purchasing fabric for the quilting classes. She says she is accompanied everywhere by two people walking on each side of her, and they hold her hands when they cross the street. She said it feels like she’s a grade schooler.
This is because, Burundi is no longer at war, but any non-African, especially white people, are prime targets for kidnappers.

But everything is going well there, and Carolann will arrive to help on Wednesday.

Here, still a lot of power out in places, and it’s gotten a bit chilly. More people croaking because they’re using their hibachis for heat in their apartments.

We had a few more people at church on Sunday who came to get warm, and we just happened to have scheduled a lunch afterwards. North Seattle Church of the Yummy Lunches

At least 100 people have been hospitalized because they’ve used charcoal or their generators in their living quarters. Can you spell CARBON MONOXIDE?

What planet are these people from? You may or may not learn this stuff from being in scouts or something similar, but many many people today are totally unaware or educated about simple common sense stuff.

First, how do you commit suicide? Turn on the car inside a closed garage. Well, put a gas generator in your apartment, DUH! Or have a bbq in your apartment, whee!

Hundreds of thousands are still without power, could be several days. Many of these people are well to do but too stubborn to go to shelters for warmth, too rich to admit the weather has won temporarily.

Maybe it proves that having lots of money doesn’t mean you’re smart or humble or helpful. Or it probably means nothing at all.

Cereally, how many of us can part the seas or tell the winds to behave themselves? Well, one of our superwomen in church today told the deck chairs to quit flying around during the storm and they obeyed! But she also “invests” in an operation that guarantees her 30% on her investment.

Ow. Finally got her to cough up the name. Internet check? Oh my, can you say “sucker”? Not that we can convince her of getting out. Sigh.

Oddly enough, she can command inanimate objects to obey her, but she has considerably less luck with ex-husbands and teenage sons.

Clearly God has had enough of the Puget Sound liberals, and did His slap down with the storm. Many thousands are still without power, especially on the Microsoft superliberal side of the lake. Get a clue, people. Money doesn’t make you rich in the eye of God. If you want your power back, you’ll quit wasting your money on $3.50 lattes, SUVs, and Wiis.

Wiis? Sounds like a disease or a really bad condition relating to peeing.

Anyway, computers don’t work very well without power. So be more like your conservative cousins in eastern Washington, save power for important things like the weekly bath, the monthly clothes washing, and paying the doctors bills for radiation poisoning.

Eh.

The UW’s supermeteoroligist said, “The rainfall and suburban flooding from what was an inexplicable storm cell that decided to sit right on top of Seattle would have been big news this morning, but then we got the wind. We predicted rain but nothing remotely close to what Seattle got.”

Fortunately that was localized to Seattle, but very impressive.

So here’s the ‘official’ statistacal sort of stuff so far:
4 confirmed dead, 3 by trees, 1 by drowning (woman couldn’t get out of flooding basement, the water pressure on the door kept her from opening it)

one million without power in the Puget Sound, more out on coast

many trees down, many houses damaged

It will be messy and expensive to clean up, but casualties so far are low. But many people will be without power into next week.

The good news is: this is an El Nino winter so the last half of winter should be quite calm.

This afternoon I’ll leave work early to check out my greenhouse (pathetic thing). My guess is it’s just fine. Why? Because when you build with duct tape it has that extra bend with the wind quality that keeps it from falling apart.

We got one of the really big storms. Look across the lake, blackness, the entire eastside. We’re without power at Northgate in Seattle and lots of outages all around. The drive into work was interesting. I drove around and the outages are everywhere.

And of course there are many good drivers, and a couple assholes that blow right through stoplights that are out, like at 40 mph. This should be the one time that any civilian should be able to blow these menaces away.

The cat thinks this is great fun I’ll go home later this morning and move stuff to the freezer if the power isn’t back. Hope it’s on by tonight because the temps are going to

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Lots of rain, no rivers flooding but huge mess in the cities, puddles where I’ve rarely seen puddles or lakes before.

Soon the big winds will come. They are saying if you have large trees on the south side of your house, sleep somewhere else.

Personally, I trust my trees. Unless we have thunder and lightning, me and the cat will be fine. Thunder and lightning will come tomorrow with the ‘showers’ and possible sneau.

But we have plenty of cat fud, plenty of  vodka and red peppers, and now I have a portable DVD player so I can play my amazing collection of DVDs

if necessary that I was saving for when I  was senile but hey, if I’m senile, I won’t remember them anyway.

Anyway, anyway, anyway, I’ve got plenty of cat FUD sohe won’t eat my face.

So our last storm blew off two of our storm windows. These are  high quality ones that I made myself and was hoping they would last one more winter even though they appeared from a distance to be shredding.

No way I’m getting up on a high ladder to replace in the next few days.they’re predicting 60 mph winds in Seattle and 80-90 mph gusts on the coast. But we don’t call this a hurricane, because we’re not wimps like the east and south.

The cat doesn’t care. He’s been sitting outside the bedroom window in the rain early in the morning  recently rather than at the inside basement door. He used to hate rain, but I guess he’s acclimated, or senile. His cat ramp works, at least for getting off and out. I should check it, maybe it’s in too bad a shape for him to climb up. He’s getting a bit elderly.

Msdrfooms is off to Africa, should be there by now, hopefully with all the supplies. The cat got 2 hours of lap time last night from me, and an hour or so from the boy who visited to wash their clothes.

Yes, all those pronouns fit if you know what I’m talking about. If you don’t, well, why are you reading this?

Oh the parade! It’s the parade of storms. Right now we’ve got a preliminary warm up one which is actually pretty vigorous, dumping lots of rain, but not much wind.

Only one lurker from Okcupid has happened upon one of the nieces blogs, and he seems well behaved.

The girls pics are quite normal, but their verbage is getting to be very explicit, disgusting, or weird. Personally I don’t keep company with them, they get more and more disturbing every day.

But I am not opposed to stealing their prose to write a steamy novel under a pseudonym. So I need a new improved name, I’ve used my other ones too much and need something new and different.

Names used up so far:

Gencho Pirtle
H. Richard Doigt

Samuel F. Greene

Dwelf the Senior Raincoat (no idea where that came from or what it means)

Alyxia Umpig

You try and bring them up right, but once they become adolts, what can you do?

I had to kill off several cyber nieces, ok ok, I only had one die, the others just went off and got real lives. Some friends said it would be cruel to have them die online because some people might think they’re real people and feel sad. So I decided perhaps it was more humane not to kill imaginary beings for the sake of the maginary beings who live online.

So who’s left and who’s naughty and who’s nice?

Abby promised to ge a good girl but she’s giddy with money at her new job and enjoys the ogling she gets from the guys in the office. Being employed by her friend, Mandie, she’s starting to act more like her, and Mandie is not a role model for younger women. Mandie’s not evil, just not normal. There’s still a chance Abby will go to vet school and get her own program on Animal Planet.

Hannah, the wild woman, is still working in the movie industry and been so busy she hasn’t had time to get into much trouble. I suspect she’ll soon marry some sugardaddy and disappear into upperclass society. Sigh, remember us when you’re famous.

Mandie has gotten a job with a big somewhat mysterious corporation. Big bucks, big resonsibilities and she was hired by her much older guyfriend. It’s all quite nepotistic but seems to be working out well as long as her evil twin doesn’t get caught doing naughty things in public places. Anyway, if a novel gets written, Mandie’s our protagonist. It’ll have lots of weird sex, business intrigue, and vodka. Her blog is going downhill pretty fast into smut. Let’s just hope the boss doesn’t find out. We have some hope for her if we can keep her playing her piano, though. A lot of talent that shouldn’t be wasted on some office job, no matter how well it pays.
Sara, super woman, is back in Australia with the drunken biologists, wandering the outback for new species of plants and animals. She’s not quite the cannibal she used to be, matured a bit and now likes her men more for their minds than their pubes. Her current ambitions will get her to being CEO of some scientifical company in a few years. Smart as a whip and can bend people around her little finger without even trying. The good thing is, being in the outback, she’s offline most of the time, low maintenance.

And finally Emily Pam has popped onto the scene and we really don’t know a lot about her. She seems pretty normal, but Abby says she’s getting ready to bust out of her shell. From what little I’ve seen (after all the creator is usually the last to know, don’t ya know) we’ve got a tall buxom wildcat just waiting to pounce. Just what that pounce will be, well, be afraid. I know I am.

Willa died. Broken heart, I think. She was sort of the hippy of the group, but very quiet, internalized, and after Hannah took off, she had no friends, never went out, and just sort of evaporated.

I think one or two others who were always pretty ephermeral have opted out of cyberlife also.

My two guy cybercousins only log on to keep their accounts active. They’re really boring, although one or two girls have hit on them, but mostly they’re handy to have the extra untraceable email addresses.

Art Vark? Huh? Not me. Never heard of the dude.