2005-09-22
Invasion: the global warming edition
Hello from the frying pan that is North America!
A second Category 5 hurricane is arriving on our doorsteps this weekend. That's four in three years, after only averaging one every fifteen for the past century. Hmmm... I saw a Hummer commercial last night and was trying to figure out what their marketing rationale can be? Use it to run over the competition while fleeing the natural disasters you are helping to create? Damn, I should submit that idea to them.
While watching the hurricane develop, Birgit and I got to hide in our basement last night as twisters and the scariest storm I've seen in a while -- much worse than those which Spielberg could concoct in his latest effort at making a shit film with Tom Cruise -- hovered overhead and wouldn't leave for several hours. Hail the size of eggs was flying down and trees a meter in diamater were uprooted and blown around. We had Category 1 straight winds last night at 90 m.p.h. (~140 km per hour). Brilliant stuff. The sky was non-stop lightning -- just crackling for hours and lighting up, snapping and popping like Malta in World War II. (Which for the record, had more conventional bombs dropped on it in WWII than any other place during the war.) It would have been exciting, but since we had to hide in the basement in case our windows blew in and started shooting glass shrapnel everywhere, it was kind of blah. We didn't lose power here, which was nice, as it allowed me to watch...
The first episode, series premiere of a new show called "Invasion." It will be the last episode I ever watch of this shit! The irony was it was about a huge storm in the guise of a hurricane hitting some all white town somewhere in the all Christian area of the Gulf. The problem is, it wasn't a hurricane, it was an alien invasion. If this isn't a blatent ripping off of Steven Spielberg and Tom Cruise's godawful "War of the Worlds" flick... The show is slow moving, not very well acted, and insanely predictable. I think it is trying to pose as a contemporary version of "V," but it fails utterly. It wasn't scary. It wasn't mysterious. And it wasn't good in any sense of the word. I'm so glad I just happened to be stuck in the basement so I could see just how shitty television has become! No wonder it is all reality television shows these days! If that is the best ABC can come up with, give me Donald Trump hitting on interns while Martha Steward illegally sells stocks in a back room any day!
So that was the evening. I spent the rest of the night playing Madden football in the basement with the storm raging outside. Birgit went to bed early -- exhausted from work and a suddenly rigorous physical activity list -- including kick boxing and running. I moved the Minnesota Vikings to Mexico City and made the playoffs last night. At around 12:30 I decided it was time for bed. I feel rested -- Madden is so thoughtless it helps me get my mind off of governmentality, what I'm going to lecture about on Europe, how lonely living in a big city can be, and also, just how shitty the world has become because of Hummers.
A second Category 5 hurricane is arriving on our doorsteps this weekend. That's four in three years, after only averaging one every fifteen for the past century. Hmmm... I saw a Hummer commercial last night and was trying to figure out what their marketing rationale can be? Use it to run over the competition while fleeing the natural disasters you are helping to create? Damn, I should submit that idea to them.
While watching the hurricane develop, Birgit and I got to hide in our basement last night as twisters and the scariest storm I've seen in a while -- much worse than those which Spielberg could concoct in his latest effort at making a shit film with Tom Cruise -- hovered overhead and wouldn't leave for several hours. Hail the size of eggs was flying down and trees a meter in diamater were uprooted and blown around. We had Category 1 straight winds last night at 90 m.p.h. (~140 km per hour). Brilliant stuff. The sky was non-stop lightning -- just crackling for hours and lighting up, snapping and popping like Malta in World War II. (Which for the record, had more conventional bombs dropped on it in WWII than any other place during the war.) It would have been exciting, but since we had to hide in the basement in case our windows blew in and started shooting glass shrapnel everywhere, it was kind of blah. We didn't lose power here, which was nice, as it allowed me to watch...
The first episode, series premiere of a new show called "Invasion." It will be the last episode I ever watch of this shit! The irony was it was about a huge storm in the guise of a hurricane hitting some all white town somewhere in the all Christian area of the Gulf. The problem is, it wasn't a hurricane, it was an alien invasion. If this isn't a blatent ripping off of Steven Spielberg and Tom Cruise's godawful "War of the Worlds" flick... The show is slow moving, not very well acted, and insanely predictable. I think it is trying to pose as a contemporary version of "V," but it fails utterly. It wasn't scary. It wasn't mysterious. And it wasn't good in any sense of the word. I'm so glad I just happened to be stuck in the basement so I could see just how shitty television has become! No wonder it is all reality television shows these days! If that is the best ABC can come up with, give me Donald Trump hitting on interns while Martha Steward illegally sells stocks in a back room any day!
So that was the evening. I spent the rest of the night playing Madden football in the basement with the storm raging outside. Birgit went to bed early -- exhausted from work and a suddenly rigorous physical activity list -- including kick boxing and running. I moved the Minnesota Vikings to Mexico City and made the playoffs last night. At around 12:30 I decided it was time for bed. I feel rested -- Madden is so thoughtless it helps me get my mind off of governmentality, what I'm going to lecture about on Europe, how lonely living in a big city can be, and also, just how shitty the world has become because of Hummers.
