Tuesday, Aug 14, 2007
I'm sitting in the living room. An old DVR'ed episode of Dr. Who is on the TV. The laptop has the MLB.TV feed of the Yankess-Orioles game in one window. In the other window is the GS feed of the Madden release. The BioShock demo is downloading in the other room. The dogs are sleeping in a pile on the sofa. Bri is packing for a trip we're taking to Chicago this weekend for a very formal wedding. Just a normal night at home.
Top of the ninth inning, Mariano Riveria on the mound with a one run lead. The Orioles leadoff batter singles. Damn.
Wham! Suddenly the house is being slammed by rain and hail. Where did that come from? The dogs are going nuts. Bri is running down the stairs yelling, "Let's go to the basement!"
No, it's the ninth inning!
Wham! More hail and the lights in the house flicker. The cable goes out. The internet connection drops. The dogs are terrified and barking their heads off.
Bri's running back up the stairs. "What are you doing?! Get downstairs!"
"It's raining for Gods sake. Relax."
I grab the laptop and head to the basement. The dogs come running up to us and plaster themselves against our legs. They're panting like they've just run a hundred meter dash . They're really scared.
Bri puts "The Weather Alarmists of Channel 4" on the downstairs TV. They're saying something about cats and dogs living together. They're always saying that. What else is new?
I get a momentary internet connection. Long enough to know the Orioles have tied up the baseball game. Damn.
Channel 4 shows a big black spot on doppler radar moving right over the top of where we live. I look out the basement window, which freaks Bri out.
It really is an impressive storm. Hail the size of nickles and quarters are pounding the house. The lawn outback looks like it's the middle of January in a snowstorm. OK, it's an impressive storm, but it's just a storm. Why are we hiding in the basement?
Bri finally figures out the this is all just annoying the hell out of me. In her best Scarlet O'Hara impersonation she says, "I'm scared. Hold me."
"Oh, jeez. Man up girl."
I give up and fling myself on the sofa, resigned to waiting out the storm in the basement with Scarlet. the dogs and the Weather Alarmists. As soon as I'm on the sofa the dogs leap into my lap. I'm on the bottom of a 140 pound dog pile.
The internet connection comes back. No score from the ball game, but in the GameSpot window there's some hairy, troll in a kilt playing heavy metal guitar. What happened to Madden?
"I thought you were watching the Yankee game? What is that? Braveheart 2 - The Metal Years?"
"I'm scared. Hold me."
"Man up girl."
Top of the ninth inning, Mariano Riveria on the mound with a one run lead. The Orioles leadoff batter singles. Damn.
Wham! Suddenly the house is being slammed by rain and hail. Where did that come from? The dogs are going nuts. Bri is running down the stairs yelling, "Let's go to the basement!"
No, it's the ninth inning!
Wham! More hail and the lights in the house flicker. The cable goes out. The internet connection drops. The dogs are terrified and barking their heads off.
Bri's running back up the stairs. "What are you doing?! Get downstairs!"
"It's raining for Gods sake. Relax."
I grab the laptop and head to the basement. The dogs come running up to us and plaster themselves against our legs. They're panting like they've just run a hundred meter dash . They're really scared.
Bri puts "The Weather Alarmists of Channel 4" on the downstairs TV. They're saying something about cats and dogs living together. They're always saying that. What else is new?
I get a momentary internet connection. Long enough to know the Orioles have tied up the baseball game. Damn.
Channel 4 shows a big black spot on doppler radar moving right over the top of where we live. I look out the basement window, which freaks Bri out.
It really is an impressive storm. Hail the size of nickles and quarters are pounding the house. The lawn outback looks like it's the middle of January in a snowstorm. OK, it's an impressive storm, but it's just a storm. Why are we hiding in the basement?
Bri finally figures out the this is all just annoying the hell out of me. In her best Scarlet O'Hara impersonation she says, "I'm scared. Hold me."
"Oh, jeez. Man up girl."
I give up and fling myself on the sofa, resigned to waiting out the storm in the basement with Scarlet. the dogs and the Weather Alarmists. As soon as I'm on the sofa the dogs leap into my lap. I'm on the bottom of a 140 pound dog pile.
The internet connection comes back. No score from the ball game, but in the GameSpot window there's some hairy, troll in a kilt playing heavy metal guitar. What happened to Madden?
"I thought you were watching the Yankee game? What is that? Braveheart 2 - The Metal Years?"
"I'm scared. Hold me."
"Man up girl."
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Posted Aug 14, 2007 3:18 pm PT
boy, that's the kinda thing that births memories. anyways, at least you weren't sleeping only to get a rude awakening from a tornado siren when there was no tornado anywhere nearby.
Posted Aug 14, 2007 7:19 pm PT
I've never seen hail that big. Did it do any damage to your home or property?
Posted Aug 15, 2007 4:51 am PT
No damage. The thing that surprised me was how much hail was on the ground when it was over.
Posted Aug 15, 2007 9:25 pm PT
I love the speed bumps hail leaves on your car.
My cats don't care about storms, but it would be far more interesting if they did.
When did you get a second dog?
My cats don't care about storms, but it would be far more interesting if they did.
When did you get a second dog?
Posted Aug 16, 2007 4:33 am PT
We've had the second dog for awhile now. She's 85 pounds - and afraid of her shadow. We named her Killer.
Posted Aug 16, 2007 8:43 pm PT
what does this have to do with anarchy ?
Posted Sep 12, 2008 1:42 pm PT
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