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Wanna know what's really not fun to do?
Spend two hours cowering on the floor of the hallway of your apartment. Combine that with one very frightened dog, one very large TV, and one freaky ass wind storm.
The nice way of putting it is that at 7:30 last night a front moved in. The more accurate way of putting it is that at 7:30 a wall of wind with gusts up to 70 miles an hour hit the Piedmont Triad of North Carolina, and the temperature dropped 20 degrees in one hour. Duke Power was reporting 158,000 outages at 10:00 last night.
My power went out for about 20 seconds. It sounded stormy, with lightening and thunder, then one sudden crack, the lights were out, and I had a lap full of puppy (Chester frightens easily).
Of course when you're sitting in the living room with a big picture window, and you can hear trees creaking in protest, you kind of head to the enclosed spaces in the apartment. The dog wasn't happy about that, because that's the bathroom first, and he hates the bathroom (the connotations of bath time frighten him). After 30 minutes I hauled the TV to the little hallway right outside the bathroom, put up a gate at the other end of the hallway, closed the bedroom door, and Chester and I huddled there until 9:30 when it was deemed calm enough that trees probably weren't going to crash through the window.
Still was freaky though.
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I thought of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mosself this morning when the local news did a "special segment" on scrapbooking.
Apparently this is a phenomenon. I didn't know. Didn't want to either.
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Finally saw Lost in Translation and I really liked it. Bill Murray is the shit folks. I adore that man. The only thing I didn't like was the music used. It just didn't fit.
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Saw The Passion of the Christ on Saturday night. I didn't think I'd cry, but I did. Mary had the ability to make me cry worse than anything else. I also agree that anyone who takes this as the gospel truth is crazy. This is an artist's rendering, not a scholar's tome. After all, I'm sure no one believes Da Vinci's The Last Supper is exactly what it looked like. Do you really think everyone was sitting on one side of the table? (I blame Da Vinci for that television sitcom problem of having everyone sit on the same side of the table, or all facing the same direction while talking).
On a serious note, I found it really eerie when, walking out of the movie, no one talked. At all. It was dead silence.
Spend two hours cowering on the floor of the hallway of your apartment. Combine that with one very frightened dog, one very large TV, and one freaky ass wind storm.
The nice way of putting it is that at 7:30 last night a front moved in. The more accurate way of putting it is that at 7:30 a wall of wind with gusts up to 70 miles an hour hit the Piedmont Triad of North Carolina, and the temperature dropped 20 degrees in one hour. Duke Power was reporting 158,000 outages at 10:00 last night.
My power went out for about 20 seconds. It sounded stormy, with lightening and thunder, then one sudden crack, the lights were out, and I had a lap full of puppy (Chester frightens easily).
Of course when you're sitting in the living room with a big picture window, and you can hear trees creaking in protest, you kind of head to the enclosed spaces in the apartment. The dog wasn't happy about that, because that's the bathroom first, and he hates the bathroom (the connotations of bath time frighten him). After 30 minutes I hauled the TV to the little hallway right outside the bathroom, put up a gate at the other end of the hallway, closed the bedroom door, and Chester and I huddled there until 9:30 when it was deemed calm enough that trees probably weren't going to crash through the window.
Still was freaky though.
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I thought of
mosself this morning when the local news did a "special segment" on scrapbooking. Apparently this is a phenomenon. I didn't know. Didn't want to either.
***
Finally saw Lost in Translation and I really liked it. Bill Murray is the shit folks. I adore that man. The only thing I didn't like was the music used. It just didn't fit.
***
Saw The Passion of the Christ on Saturday night. I didn't think I'd cry, but I did. Mary had the ability to make me cry worse than anything else. I also agree that anyone who takes this as the gospel truth is crazy. This is an artist's rendering, not a scholar's tome. After all, I'm sure no one believes Da Vinci's The Last Supper is exactly what it looked like. Do you really think everyone was sitting on one side of the table? (I blame Da Vinci for that television sitcom problem of having everyone sit on the same side of the table, or all facing the same direction while talking).
On a serious note, I found it really eerie when, walking out of the movie, no one talked. At all. It was dead silence.