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(no subject) [Sep. 22nd, 2005|06:48 am]
Okay. Shit. This looks bad. Real bad. The current NCEP model and forecast track and latest satellite loop are putting us nearer and nearer the eastern side of this storm. Bad fucking place to be.

This hurricane season is not only breaking records but it's breaking people. Not only in the form of injury and death, but financially and emotionally. Everyone is bickering and uptight (including me) and everything is going to hell in a handbasket 'round here.
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Suicide is Painless... [Sep. 20th, 2005|11:40 pm]
[mood |thoughtfulthoughtful]

So much to say.

The last few weeks of life have been crazy. (I know, I know. What's new, right?)

I lost my job. We had a major hurricane. I had some relationship struggles. I had some personal struggles.

March on SoldierCollapse )
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(no subject) [Sep. 19th, 2005|05:43 pm]
[mood |determineddetermined]
[music |Suicide is Painless ~ Theme from M*A*S*H]

To old friends! Sometimes they surprise you.

In other news...we're watching Rita. I'm starting to get this urge to go to a bar. Hurricanes, Ritas...all good drinks. Unfortunately, also really not something I can handle right now. This state can't take anymore. With each new track it goes a little further east. Looks like it might pay a visit to SouthWest Louisiana.

I read a little bit ago that if it hits Texas, it will be the first major hurricane to do so since Alicia in 1982. That was the one we evac'ed last minute for. It put 40 feet of a tree into my bed. It's what got me interested in the weather in the first place. I mean, I'd liked thunderstorms from the time I was a baby, but it really piqued my interest.

Anyhow...that's life in Louisiana today. Watching and waiting. Oh, and picture taking.

Queer Guitars and Prom DressesCollapse )
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Holly Oakley... [Sep. 11th, 2005|03:17 am]
[mood |sleepysleepy]
[music |Cake - Cake - Shut the Fuck Up]

Or something like that.

Went out shooting today. I only missed my target a couple of times. And 1 of those was a groin shot. I'm told that would at least disable someone.

I shot a .22 revolver, a .38 revolver, a 9mm semi-auto and a .22 rifle. My least favorite was the 9mm. Simply because my wrists apparently don't do what it wants them to and it jams on the reload. Oh well. It was really too large for my hands anyhow. My most favorite was a tie between the .22 and the .38 revolvers. The .22 holds more bullets, but they make smaller holes.

I definately shoot left handed. Left eye dominant. I *could* shoot right handed, but with the rifle, I'd be all leaning over the butt and such.

I kept my targets. I'm quite proud of them. I've only ever shot a gun when I was about 8 years old. I don't remember it. I figured I'd be all over the place.

Anyhow, pics follow. There are 9 of them. I'll put all but my favorite behind a cut.

This was the .38.

Shoot em up, TexCollapse )

I gotta say. I don't think my dad realized when I've bugged him for years to teach me how to shoot that I was actually serious. I got home and he followed me around the house wanting to see my targets, praising me on a job well done and asking if I was actually thinking of buying a gun cause he knows a guy with a shop....

It was nice. I mean, I get along with my dad and all. But he was really interested in how I felt about it, etc.

The total downer of the day was that I got eaten ALIVE by the Louisiana State Bird. Seen here...

They were swarming. Everywhere. Eating me through my shirt. All up my arms. ALL over my face.

I need to go back and mark and take pictures of my targets. I didn't get a chance today.

Also, on the menu this evening was a movie. Watched "Without a Paddle". If you haven't seen it, go now to your nearest Video Rental. It's phenomenally funny and I actually cackled a few times. I don't often cackle.
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(no subject) [Sep. 7th, 2005|01:47 am]
[mood |exhaustedexhausted]
[music |Lisa Loeb - Hurricane]

I sit here having just checked the latest update on Ophelia.

I am having a terrible time resolving my feelings about things right now.

You all know of my love for hurricanes. I've always stated right up front that while I love mother nature and, more specifically, hurricanes, I do not like seeing anyone lose life or property. Unfortunately, Katrina, while a beautiful storm, did so much damage to life as I know it that I'm starting to take this shit a little personally.

Now Ophelia is headed for my boys.

What usually spares New Orleans and Jacksonville are these pressure fronts. Everytime a storm pops up it either rides straight up the coast or crosses the peninsula of Florida and smacks into the panhandle. On a rare occasion it steamrolls into Texas. But usually the Louisiana Coast and the Jacksonville area are spared the majority of the storms. Obviously, this is not the case this year.

Katrina has, for the forseeable future, really changed life here in the Baton Rouge area. Today it took me 3 hours to go about 8 miles. So many people. While we definately welcome the refugees from New Orleans and the Mississippi Gulf Coast, Baton Rouge is ill equipped for it. We are now the most populous city in Louisiana. But with all the people, we didn't get all the roads or housing or businesses. Houses that have yet to have the foundation poured are being sold. There's nothing to rent for miles around.

Now Ophelia is heading for my boys. Nathan and Madison. She's a baby. A not-so-well organized Tropical Storm. But my boys, you see, they live on an island. I'm worried about them. Not because this is an intense storm, but because these storms are really hitting home.

I took some cleaning supplies to Charlotte today. That was what took me 3 hours. The good news was that their house wasn't horrendously damaged. However, the area is unlivable for several months at the very best. So they will keep their rented place here. Totally uprooted.

The selfish side of me (which most of you know is pretty small), is glad she's here in town. It's good to see old friends.

Gaylen has yet to make contact. I hear rumor that he is alive and well and in town. But text messages have gone unanswered and I don't have an email address for him.

This hurricane season has found me a little less than pleased at the storms I'm seeing. It's breaking records left and right and if it keeps up, we may well run out of names.

Please, Ophelia, don't be too hard on my boys. Just be beautiful offshore and bring them waves upon which to surf and a cool breeze to ease their day.

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(no subject) [Sep. 4th, 2005|10:27 am]
Found Charlotte. She is safe and they have rented a house here in town. Currently she is with her uncle.

Still no word from Pop. I sent him a text and hopefully he will get it soon and respond.
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This is the full update [Sep. 3rd, 2005|01:27 pm]
Finally time to sit down and write a respectable update. I’ve been dizzy all day today and now I am happily laying on the couch listening to Kate, Keith and Cat playing munchkin. But I didn’t really feel up to the task of sitting upright and thinking.

I figured I’d shed some light on the last few days.

Warning...This is really longCollapse )
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Brief Update from the Edge [Sep. 2nd, 2005|01:49 pm]
[mood |cynicalcynical]
[music |3 Doors Down ~ When I'm Gone]

Just a quick update. We are on generator power that is running one window unit AC, a small dorm fridge and the cable modem.

Things in my city and all the surrounding cities have become damn near anarchy. The gas stations are being guarded by police and the lines are long. Tempers are hot and on one side you have people more than willing to help where they can and on the other you have people that are lashing out with violence and idiocy.

I am now armed wherever I go. Sad that it's necessary, ain't it?

I didn't mention this last week because I was still processing it, but on Friday before all of this hit, I lost my job.

Going to be rough going for a while.

I'll try to keep you updated as I can.

I have a feeling the actual processing of the unemployment is going to take a little longer than it normally would. I'm hoping that there will be lots of business popping up in the rebuilding industry. I can paint and have a little experience as a carpenter's helper.

On Tuesday I made an attempt to drive to Atlanta to see Nate and some other old friends. Fate was not on my side and due to the inability to find gas as well as certain people apparently not being okay with me being in their city at all, I turned around and came back. I ran out of gas right before the exit where K&K live and they came and got me.

It's good to know that friends who say they couldn't rest not knowing if you were okay during the storm can turn around and spend days angry that you were going to try to come visit after the storm when all the chaos set in.

I think through this I've discovered who the real friends are and am going to slowly whittle down that circle again. Not online, but in the real world.

Cell phone coverage is still quite spotty and apparently Cingular's voicemail system flaked out. I lost any saved messages I had and also lost any new ones that may have been sitting there. Text messages are usually your best bet.

Okay, going to go boil some more water for doin' dishes and continue the bathtub laundry venture.

I'll try to stay in touch as I can.

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Katrina [Aug. 28th, 2005|12:22 pm]
Folks, it's all over the news. So I don't think I really need, nor do I really want to go deeply into it.

Suffice it to say, New Orleans will likely never be the same again. They are going to get ass-raped.

I'm about to venture out into the mass traffic jam that is Baton Rouge and pick up my prescriptions and hit the bank.

I'm worried. You guys know me. I love a good storm. But Katrina is a Bad Ass Bitch and I don't know what to expect.

This time, I don't think Louisiana is going to dodge the bullet.

I'll update when I can. Me and the kids are safe and sound and have plenty of stuff in the event of a loss of power.
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The little things in life... [Aug. 21st, 2005|04:44 pm]
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