Mesmerized

I think Poseidon, or maybe one of the lesser, fresh-water gods, is angry with us. First, the tsunami, then Katrina, then some California landslides (though why anyone would build a multi-million dollar home on the slope of a mud pile is beyond stupid, even for Californians)... Poseidon is the god of earthquakes, right? So it IS him, the cranky bastard.

I was sitting pretty smugly here in New England, where it's been safe and dry (despite a lot of rain, we've been drier than a lot of places, and while unpleasant, it's not DANGEROUS), thinking "Jeez...aren't we lucky we don't have to deal with these weather disasters here? I'll take all the snow nature can throw at us, as long as we don't have to deal with hurricanes, floods, tornadoes, earthquakes... Snow is easy. Get a shovel, some good boots, make sure the heating works, get a reliable snowplow guy, lay in lots of beer, comfort foods, videos and cocoa for the weekend...Bob's yer uncle."

But now, even certain parts of my beloved Massachusetts are in danger of being washed away by the rushing waters of Lake Sabbatia, above the 173-year-old Whittenton Pond Dam, which is about to splinter and burst. School has been cancelled in that area today, and homes below the dam have been evacuated. Maybe that's being overcautious, but it's better than watching another disaster take place this close to home.

One thing we don't need is to make the national news with this. Oh, and if the dam should break and we see a flood disaster here, send blankets.



On another note:

It's the same thing forever. But I can't take my eyes away. You can drag him if he gets stuck, and adjust the speed of gravity with your arrow keys. It's so simple, and yet I'm so entertained right now. It's the simple things in life, I guess.

Wooohooo!