STORMS.

I'm tempted to open my Majong Tiles game back up, but the potential for catching a super-badass lightning bolt is just too great. I've even forgotten to process the pretzel rod I pulled out a minute ago and am now simply feeding into my mouth as if I were a cartoon rabbit chattering away on a full sized carrot. It reeks of banana, but that's the fault of the rotten banana held prisoner in the same drawer said rod once occupied, which in turn is the fault of me. Bananas are a good idea in theory, the problem is you have to eat them or else you run the risk of flavoring everything else in your snack drawer.

Now it's raining torrentially. If there's anything five years at this place has gotten me, it's a steady pay raise and a front row window seat to awesome shit like this. Granted I hate talking about it, but sometimes the weather blows my mind. Like right now. This is storm number 7583627 this summer and, like Sean Paul says, I'm still in love with them. This morning I heard on NPR about 6 people in Dorchester getting struck by lightning yesterday. You figure any story about Dorchester involves someone getting fucked, but not by NATURE. They were ok, but then those tricksters at NPR followed that teaser up with a "young couple" getting hit this weekend in Maine and DYING. I was in Maine this weekend. I was in like 68 t-storms while there. I am young. If I weren't alive, I would have thought that NPR was talking about me...DEAD. That's the power of the effing weather.

Not only that, Mainers make thunderstorms in Maine EXTRA fun. Every time there's a t-storm warning or watch they interrupt EVERY CHANNEL with the emergency broadcast system, complete with that awful chirping noise that Massachusetts only doles out for Amber alerts. Missing kid? Fuck that. The sky is RUMBLING! The first time we heard it we figured we should call our loved ones cause that was it. But it was just a thunderstorm watch, not even a warning, a watch. We did catch a tornado warning once, but by then we realize the system was full of shit. The combination though of hugely annoying and alarming television messages and the Neverending Story/Donnie Darko style skies made for arguably the best part of the trip.

FIN