ferry hair

Raining again. Katie stood in the kitchen looking out the back deck while a haircurling stream of curses came forth about the weather, and how the second she had to go back to school the weather started to suck.

Working out again tonight. Looks like it will be raining for the next 6 months, so finding appropriate indoor activities is a must. Spoke to Anne from church yesterday and she mentioned she’d been in the hospital briefly for tests and they’d actually put her in the emerg for a while but she’s okay now. What with the fallout from their parking lot accident, and the accident the day of Carmen’s funeral last February, they’ve had an exciting time lately, filled with doctors. None of the accidents were their fault, by the way. Just like my grandad, who drove a lifetime and never caused an accident, but whose back bumper seemed to have “BUTTHEAD ATTRACTANT” painted on it, in a colour only buttheads could see.

Ivan is headed directly for New Orleans, but hurricane tracks are chancy things. The 5 day forecasts have been dead wrong all the way along; we’ll see what happens.

I pray that there will be no fatalities, but given the love affair Americans have with cars and driving in ludicrously bad weather I doubt it. The ports along the Gulf Coast have been closed by the Coast Guard and a stretch of the Mississippi is closed as well. Katie’s friend Ashleigh asked if the Hurricane could come here and I said, kindly, no. Then I wanted to fish out an atlas and lecture her, but I didn’t take lectures too well when I was her age, so I kept shut.

Katie’s teacher Kelly took her camera away yesterday but gave it back. Katie sounded completely outraged which means she was probably being quite inappropriate with its use during school hours.

brief whine

I love my American customers, but I have one plaintive plea which I will cast upon an uncaring universe:

Why is that Americans cannot differentiate between zeros and the letter O? How the f*ck do you get to be the biggest military power on earth without knowing that? Canadians don’t seem to have this problem. They know there’s a difference… must get pounded into their heads along with our half baked metric system. I’ll have 454 grams of butter please. Europeans see that and wiz theyselfs laughing at us crazy Canucks.

Hey, did you know Kanaka is Hawaiian for human being? Canuck comes from the Chinook jargon language, which had some Hawaiian words in it because the Wet Coast had a lot of Hawaiians early on. I tellingk you, the mongrelization of Canuckistan started early, and long may it continue. Hey, I quit whining. It’s all good. Go to Wonkette and check out the Bush Cheney mock up stickers. Wake up, Little Uzi, indeed!