  So it's Saturday morning and I'm finally sitting down to write a real post. Although the last several days have been busy nothing much happened worth writing about. I could certainly give you the play by play of some interesting things at work, but considering that I barely survived the torture without a stroke the first time I don't know if I could survive reliving the events. Oh, one noteworthy thing did occur, but it was to be expected. This is how The Good Wife did me when I didn't post for a couple of days. I definitely deserved it.
Thanks for keeping me in line GW. Love hurts. So I've been watching Hurricane Charley pretty closely, as I've been terribly worried about my brother and sister. My sister has a four week old baby, their first, in a relatively new home in Kissimmee. As far as I can tell, the eye of the storm pretty much rolled directly over her house last night. I've been quickly catching up on the damage reports and whatnot today, and I suspect everything is OK as long as they stayed home.
The real damage was over on the west coast, in the Port Charlotte area, where the storm came ashore. Even now there are deputies standing guard over piles of bodies in a couple trailer parks that ambulances can't get to yet. Yeah, I know, what do you expect if you live in a trailer a mile from the ocean? I don't feel sorry for them, but I do feel sorry for the owners of over 200 homes that were completely leveled. I feel sorry for the people who are piling on top of each other in shelters right now wondering if their homes are still standing. God that has to suck bad.
My brother owns several homes over in the Melborune area, including a condo on the beach. I'm sure the condo was fine because it was pretty much built to be hurricane proof, and his unit is on the sixth floor so even high seas and flooding couldn't touch it. It's a solid concrete building and he's got steel hurricane shutters that are real cool. When you flip a switch they automatically roll over all of the windows and the entire balcony, protecting the glass and anything you have sitting outside. The newest home that he actually lives in is north of Melbourne in the Satellite Beach area, I think (I haven't been there yet). Looking at the maps he missed the eye but certainly must have had several hours of sustained winds at 90 mph or better, massive flooding and power outages, broken trees, etc.
He sent me this email late yesterday afternoon: "My house may not be here in 16 hours, they have put into place an "Optional" evacuation (probably to become Mandatory in a few hours), I have next to nothing in non-perishable food, zero batteries, no bottled water,....and all I can really think about is the tribe starting a three game series with Twins at the Jake!!! I have made sure I have enough booze to last a few days, and if things get much more serious, I am prepared to seal my collection of porn in waterproof plastic!!!!!!!!! I am prepared to strap myself to a large palm tree in my front yard (Much the way Lt. Dan did in Forrest Gump), so if you do not hear from me again, please, only remember the nice things about me....and make sure my funeral is not scheduled during a game in this glorious streak! (Besides, I don't think mom would appreciate T-Mo bringing a walkman and providing updates during the ceremony! )" There you have it. I hope the porn survived.
Oh yeah, and his beautiful girlfriend and two beautiful dogs. I sent them both an email to check in late last night, but I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that the cable system is down. Shit, they didn't even have radio in Orlando for a while last night. I'll probably call later today, if there's even phone service. I guess I better stop for now. I've already got my next couple of posts drafted in my mind, so they'll be coming soon.
I could go on, but the hot tub is ready to go, my wife is waiting for me to join her, and I'm looking forward to a good day (hopefully). That's interesting because the post I was going to write this morning, and probably will write later, is an analysis of how thing have changed for me since I've started blogging. Basically, how things I used to spend time doing (talking to my wife) have been replaced by cyber rambling and blog whoring. Keeping with weekend tradition, though, I'll probably be back here in two hours writing some dark post about how much my wife pisses me off. Please, pray for me. I don't want to hate my wife today.
Plus, she gave me one good fucking last night and I'd like to get me a little more of that kind of sugar. A. P.S. For those interested, there is a brand spanking new episode of ATHF tomorrow night. They've got three or four others done that will be airing over the next couple of months. Check the ATHF link in my sidebar for more details. And tomorrow's episode should the good - Ignignot and Erg are back!
P.P.S. I'm seriously going to change my shitty counter sometime when I have nothing better to do then stare quizically at HTML code. I hate my shitty counter. I was duped by Sitemeter. And you are probably starting to hate my "P.S."'s. Is that how you write the plural form of P.S.?
Anybody? Buehler? 
