Ike Part II: Fuck You Again, You Fucking Fuck
The above image was what came gurgling to the surface when Dr. Ding searched Google for “fashion disaster”. I thought seeing this jolly monstrosity might distract folks from more pressing concerns, even if for just a single, eyeball-searing moment. You can find more deliciously sartorial Schadenfreuden here.
Thought I’d post some more links people might find informative and/or useful.
Hurricane Ike Help (a Wiki created by Fayza)
Setting Up Chron.com (for your mobile)
School Closings (Chron.com)
Houston Business Openings and Closings (Chron.com)
Road and Highway Closures via Transtar
Hurricane Ike Information and Resources: FEMA
Texas Dept. of Public Safety (note: site is PDF-heavy)
Updates:
After the Storm (USA.gov)
Hang in there my peeps. I haven’t had my daily allottment of thumbtacks, KFC “Fixins” or rotgut gin, so I’m not my freaking usual bouncy-assed self. But I’ll get there.
In other news, thanks to the keen toiletology acumen of The Beyoncé, that burgeoning threat of turd infestation so grippingly described yesterday has been successfully flushed into submission for all eternity.
Thought you might like to know.
No wonder you are marrying him. =)
Thanks or the fucking links, eh.
Jamie!
He does come in handy.
How ya holdin’ up, girl?
Dude. That’s Sarah Jessica’s “Scu-runch-ay” look. If you know the show, you know how funny that is. Dianne and laughed so hard and said “She wearing a Scu-runch-ay” all day after seeing that pic.
Thanks fro the link. I’m still at the office. Cuz fuckin EH no power blows.
My house weathered the storm amazingly well. I think I am permanently traumatized though from spending 6 - 8 hours straight Saturday morning certain that the windows were going to blow in and whisk us all away at any second. Aren’t we all. I had a dream last night about a “Level 4 *tornado*” that was coming and we all had to evacuate to escape certain death. I’m sure it’s fine. o.O
My electricity came back on yesterday morning and water pressure is back but we are still boiling it. We have been spending the majority of our time on the edge of our seats trying to find ANY info about my dad’s house. He and my step mom are staying with me - they live/lived (?) on the west end of Galveston island. So while my house seems to be doing okay, the people inside are severely on edge, to say the least.
This morning though, we had some good news. A resident of the island apparently went in and checked the area out where my dad lives and he reported that while everything below the second story is gone for all houses, most of the houses on my dad’s street are still standing (they are all on stilts) and there is now at least a glimmer of hope that some of their possessions will be salvageable. This has definitely has brought at least a little relief to us all. We are, however, not counting on traditional Sunday-After-Thanksgiving dinner at dad’s this year though.
Still no power for you guys? I’m thrilled for the weather for you and all those without power. And also thrilled about the fact that you are blogging.
=)
When I was sporting the “splotch-ay” look in my camo as a war whore for Uncle Sam, we would eat MRE peanut butter and squeeze cheese to plug us up so we wouldn’t need to poop while we were in the field. I also learned to dig catholes and field latrine trenches - if you and the boy want to extend the “camping” metaphor.
I’m glad to have a little context for SJP’s “scu-runch-ay” look. I wouldn’t have guessed it was fashion. Looks like she is wearing a deflated kiddie pool. She should start a line called “WTF”…which, of course, would stand for “Was That Fashion?”
Mr. Blackwell, where are you when we need you?
NDBeasle, thanks so much for the tip about intentional constipation. Very helpful…and resourceful. I understand completely now how soldiers are able to summon that “fire in the belly” sense of rage and righteous indignation on the battlefield.
Should we send gin, Cheez-its and a plunger?
I’m overwhelmed with the Dinger love here. The Scu-runch-ay kind. The cheese-n-constipation kind. The kind that inspires me to keep geekily blogging.
And btw Vikki? The answer to all three is: yes oh god yes.
Jamie:
I had a dream last night that I was helping Mexican police catch gin smugglers. Not rum, not hooch, whiskey or moonshine, mind you. Gin.
I can’t imagine what a gin-smuggler would even look like…an effete Brit with a pencil-thin mustache and a love of cricket?
I’m right there with you up in the Weirdness Department.
I’m glad your family is safe and sound! I hope the house is salvageable. :/
Totally laughing at gin smugglers. Sounds like a good band name.
I think you have the look down, but don’t forget the up-to-no-good intense single eyebrow action that must be going on. I think you’re ready to see the sketch artist.
I’ve had several weird dreams this week. Last night’s was actually more awful than weird. I’m hoping that tonight I move back into the Strictly Weird Department.
After more second hand reports it seems that their house will in fact be salvageable but they’ve heard a ground floor wall is missing which shifts the concern from *is-there-a-house?* to *is-our-house-being looted?* Or even more pressingly, *are gin smugglers living in our house?* Ugh. Only time will tell.
Jamie:
I never thought of “Gin Smugglers” as a band name, but I like it. Muchly. I’ve totally been working on my eyebrows as well as the looks they bestow.
I pretty much *live* in the Strictly Weird Department lately. And just so you know… I totally promise not to set up some sort of gin-bootlegging operation in your folks’ house.. My best to them and to you, hon.
Hang. I know you will.
I know nothing about fashion, obviously, but she dresses SOO horrible! I just saw Sex in the CIty the Movie this weekend and her clothes and shoes drove me nuts! Arghh!
PS: Can I be added to your blog roll? You’re on mine, for realz!
You sure can be, darlin’!