Yeah, okay, it ain't Paradise. It's not even close. It is, however, Labor Day -- which means no labor around here. And thank God for that. I'm tired and feeling just generally drained. Maybe I need some vitamins.
Hurricane Gustav is blowing into the Gulf Coast today. Luckily, it looks like it'll be only a Cat-1 -- which is plenty bad enough. As I watched news footage of New Orleans evacuating yesterday, it occurred to me that if New Orleans doesn't take a direct hit and escapes relatively unscathed, people are going to complain about being evacuated. Yet, if they hadn't left and the city took the brunt of the storm, they'd complain about that, too. If they lived through it.
I'm not which is worse, Gustav or ... assurances that FEMA is standing by. FEMA scares me plenty.
Gustav has caused a huge disruption to the Republican National Convention. I'm not a Republican (or a Democrat, for that matter), but I can certainly understand the dismay. The Democrats had their shining moment, and this was to have been the Republicans'. They'll still have it, albeit delayed, but it does rather take some of the shine off the moment.
Happy Labor Day.
And now how about you labor over these TWISTED LINGUISTICS blasfomys and see what you can come up with.
earthquackes - Mud ducks.
stradigy - Tragic tale of an expensive violin.
bite her on the nick