Ho Hum I Felt a Sprinkle

Man, that was fast. This morning the TV weatherpersons were saying the tropical whatever down by the DR was dying. Here it is only a few hours later, and the damned thing has gone past depression, straight to named storm. On the up side, it still appears doomed to drag its sorry behind up the length of Cuba. I am somewhat disappointed, but I see no need to stop gloating.

When it leaves Cuba, it will be a tropical storm, at best. Fine by me. A little rain. A little wind. You can’t compare it to a hurricane. And tropical storms don’t have much effect on important things like power lines. It’s a funny thing, but around here, the power goes out during lightning storms (because Florida Power & Light is run by squirrel monkeys), but a light hurricane doesn’t have much effect, and that means a tropical storm won’t, either.

The computer models are looking great. Only one takes it near enough to me to make it a problem. And the forecast doesn’t show it turning into a hurricane. NOAA says it may drop 12″ of rain on Cuba. My response? BFD. I’ve seen 14″ here in Miami, on a completely ordinary day. Oooooooooooo scary. Hold me, Al Gore. My yard may become damp.

By this time in 2005, we had had five tropical storms and four hurricanes, and Katrina and tropical storm Jose were forming. This year is a joke, just like last year and 2006. Drink that tasty bathwater, hippies. Your storm plague just isn’t happening. Also, the Beatles suck, and George Bush will never be impeached.