Thursday, July 24, 2008

It's a Twister! It's a Twister!

Two tornadoes visited Alamoland today. One downtown – the other on the south side of town. These twisters come courtesy of hurricane Dolly. Tornado warnings continue, and it’s generally cloudy, breezy and rainy (very heavy in places).

On a lighter note, I stumbled down the steps this morning in the dark and gave my ankle a pretty hefty twist. It's swollen and it fucking hurts. I tore ligaments in it back in 1994 and was in a cast & immobilizer for six weeks. On my way down I pulled a muscle in my left quadriceps, which makes walking particularly entertaining for the casual observer: "Ouch. Ouch. Fuck. Ouch. God damnit. Fuck. Shit."

As if that weren't enough - I got home this afternoon and turned the motherfucker again while checking the mail. Thanky jeezus for whisky.

Quote Of The Day
Predictions are always difficult, especially when you’re talking about the future. -- Francis Creighton, Vice President of Legislative Affairs, Mortgage Bankers Association, on The News Hour With Jim Lehrer, 23 July 2008


Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines said...

Carlos, buddy, WTF is going on with you? I mean, I KNOW why I drink--but you've gone south here, man, I worry. Email me @ warmbowlof AT

American Hill BIlly said...

I liked your post. Your sharp as a tack. I had ron yesterday, and used a word I learned from a preppy crowd called "neat" straight no ice, but I got ice??

It was free; along with a meal. I am out of the states.

Peace and Freedom

Carlos said...

Nigel: You got my email. You know part of it. I appreciate your kindness.

Hill Billy: Mmm….Rum….Meyers’s is my all-time favorite. Neat? I’ve heard it used many times. I think it goes back a lot of years, though I never use it ‘cause it just sounds too girly. “Straight up” works for me. I am finding, however, that many of the younger (or inexperienced) bartenders don’t know what the fuck that means. So, when I get the deer-in-the-headlights look, I say, “No ice.” Once in a great while I’ll order my whisky straight up and say, “make that with no ice.” Talk about some strange looks.

Margaret said...

A week after we moved out from Southside Savannah a tornado ripped that part of town to shreds. It seems the sirens and TV go off every afternoon since and it's driving me bonkers.

Lotsa luck on the ankle - I twisted mine back when I was a kid and the dang foot hasn't ever been the same since. Recently I've been diagnosed with "Tarsal Tunnel". Never heard of such a thing but it's just like Carpal tunnel just the ligament that runs from your heel to toe.