Soothing sounds?
I’m laying here reading my Google reader and listening to what sounds like water descending from upstairs and making its way through pipes in my wall. It’s a nice sound, if you can imagine it, the refreshing OOOooossshhhhhooohhhssshhhh of running water.
Go see why these sounds from over at Aunt B.’s place might not be so soothing after all…
I haven’t made my way through the blogroll yet this morning, so how’d you guys fare the storm? Here in West Nashville, the lights flickered a bit and I was a little worried about that dead pine tree that looked destined to flatten my car, but this morning, it’s beautiful and clear outside and everything is still upright save for a few garbage cans.
If you have a flag pole, take your flag down when it’s really windy. Otherwise, you’ll end up with a flagpole bent over and flat on the ground. (sigh.)
After every Nashville TV weather prognosticator (guesser) predicted heavy wind damage and suggested heading for your “place of safety”, I was astounded when the entire event at my house lasted 42 seconds.
I was sans-electricity for about an hour. But a gas fireplace, a glass of cab, and my piano served well to help me while the time.
After every Nashville TV weather prognosticator (guesser) predicted heavy wind damage and suggested heading for your “place of safety”, I was astounded when the entire event at my house lasted 42 seconds.
We turned off the weather porn, made sure the weather-alert radio was on, got the power-out supplies handy, and sat and read and talked for about an hour. An otherwise uneventful but pretty breezy hour.
While I understand the need to alert people for their safety, some prognosticators’ almost-drooling obsession with playing with the WEATHERTASTICOMGBOOM(tm) computer mice to show us the same things over and over and over again from every possible angle is rapidly beginning to smack of … well, the gross.
(This does not include most of the WTVF weather staff. They are quite calm and appear to have inherited Bill Hall’s reasonable “cover up the tomato plants” demeanor.)
lost all my comcast - computer, phone, tv - for all of 90 minutes… it was kinda nice!
I was out scooting in it. A most invigorating ride home, I must say! There were times I could feel the helmet straining against the chin strap, wanting to be blown off, entirely.
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Uhhh Granma…Bill Hall worked (sometimes) at WSMV so his inheritance would be there.
Our electricity was out for 3.5 hours. It went off BEFORE that line of heavy storms came through, so I have no idea what was up there.
I’ve always said that whenever a “weather event” is approaching, WSMV should lock Nancy Van Camp in the bathroom. Every time my kids see her on television, they yell, “TAKE COVER!”
I’m always amused at “Bucksnort, you’re under the gun!”
Uhhh Granma…Bill Hall worked (sometimes) at WSMV so his inheritance would be there.
Oh, I know, John. His inheritance is most certainly NOT there at the old Knob Hill home. The folks at Channel 5 seem to have learned from watching him on the competition, because they’re the least likely to freak out of the 3 major affiliates.
And y’all don’t EVEN get me started on the “under the gun” stuff. I don’t recall if it was here or somewhere else, but I once commented that if Lisa (who I otherwise admire) said that ONE MORE TIME I was going to drive down there with a squirt gun filled with mustard and stand over her menacingly for the duration of the weather porn they do. My word, they even had Mueller doing it last night!!!
Just realized that I should clarify the “Lisa” above — Lisa Patton on WKRN. (The “Mueller” part probably tipped you off, though.)
Bob Lobertini, who I worked with at Channel 5, would have stayed chilled over the whole situation by consuming another adult beverage. =:-)
We turned off the weather porn, made sure the weather-alert radio was on, got the power-out supplies handy, and sat and read and talked for about an hour. An otherwise uneventful but pretty breezy hour.
I read that as “We turned off the weather, porn”
I was like, nooooo! Don’t turn off the porn!
I didn’t even notice there was wind until I read about it on twitter and then looked outside to see my compost bin flying away. Goodbye compost. Grumble.
There was a storm last night?
Bob Lobertini, who I worked with at Channel 5, would have stayed chilled over the whole situation by consuming another adult beverage. =:-)
~ laughs uproariously and quite disrespectfully to the memory of the late great Stoopertini ~