aah twas nuttin.
A sideways shift in the plate, not an up/down shift which is, apparently, what causes the water displacement pre-tsunami.
It was probably a good test of how well prepared we all are though, Apparently Tofino was put on evacuation alert, and like half the town didnt even know about it. I just heard a soundbite on CBC radio of a woman that lives there and she heard about the evacuation alert on some TV station so she called her friend who works for the Coast Guard to get more information.
And her friend didnt know an evacuation alert had been issued.
So thats good. Nothing like a little fear to get people to finally get their shit together enough to do things right.
That being said I have absolutely ZERO emergency preparedness here. The batteries in my flashlight (where ever it is) are most likely oozing white powder by now, I only have these big thick candles which are half burned away sitting on top of a couple of big iron sconces on my walls:
Theyd probably already be burning when the big one hits, in which case I would end up with a really really big candle in the shape of my burning couch after the bloody thing falls off the wall down onto my reading skull, rendering me unconscious, and then rendering me into a blackened, greasy casualty. That would suck because I would then miss out on all the romance that only a global scale disaster can produce. Ive said it before, and Ill say it again: I want to fall in love in the rubble.
I should really look into getting at least some sort of little kit together, were long overdue.
Course, theres a lot of things I should do that I simply havent been doing. Things are quite bad around here to be quite honest. Dont know what the hell is going on inside this little head/heart of mine but I seem to be somewhat incapable of taking care of myself in the most basic ways lately. Which wouldn't be so bad if I actually cared about that -- and realized that it was just a passing thing. Im normally too embarrassed to even mention it, and as some of you know I never let anybody come inside my apartment, and its bad. Very very bad.
Hmm, its been here for a while now however, and that doesnt seem to matter much either.
Works a big part of it. The energy I seem to expend towards that particular part of my life is about 80% of the total energy I have to spend in a 24 hour period. And those two dinky little days that are apparently all mine on Saturday and Sunday find me doing nothing save for the odd outing where I am desperately seeking some re-assurance that this life I am living is indeed where I want to be.
I dont know where to start anymore, a bit lost, for anybody that has spent any time hanging around this little page of mine going back into last year, you've probably noticed a major shift in my writing, I notice it too and I think that I am probably becoming somewhat insane.
Becoming? Maybe I am already there. No really.
A sideways shift in the plate, not an up/down shift which is, apparently, what causes the water displacement pre-tsunami.
It was probably a good test of how well prepared we all are though, Apparently Tofino was put on evacuation alert, and like half the town didnt even know about it. I just heard a soundbite on CBC radio of a woman that lives there and she heard about the evacuation alert on some TV station so she called her friend who works for the Coast Guard to get more information.
And her friend didnt know an evacuation alert had been issued.
So thats good. Nothing like a little fear to get people to finally get their shit together enough to do things right.
That being said I have absolutely ZERO emergency preparedness here. The batteries in my flashlight (where ever it is) are most likely oozing white powder by now, I only have these big thick candles which are half burned away sitting on top of a couple of big iron sconces on my walls:
Theyd probably already be burning when the big one hits, in which case I would end up with a really really big candle in the shape of my burning couch after the bloody thing falls off the wall down onto my reading skull, rendering me unconscious, and then rendering me into a blackened, greasy casualty. That would suck because I would then miss out on all the romance that only a global scale disaster can produce. Ive said it before, and Ill say it again: I want to fall in love in the rubble.
I should really look into getting at least some sort of little kit together, were long overdue.
Course, theres a lot of things I should do that I simply havent been doing. Things are quite bad around here to be quite honest. Dont know what the hell is going on inside this little head/heart of mine but I seem to be somewhat incapable of taking care of myself in the most basic ways lately. Which wouldn't be so bad if I actually cared about that -- and realized that it was just a passing thing. Im normally too embarrassed to even mention it, and as some of you know I never let anybody come inside my apartment, and its bad. Very very bad.
Hmm, its been here for a while now however, and that doesnt seem to matter much either.
Works a big part of it. The energy I seem to expend towards that particular part of my life is about 80% of the total energy I have to spend in a 24 hour period. And those two dinky little days that are apparently all mine on Saturday and Sunday find me doing nothing save for the odd outing where I am desperately seeking some re-assurance that this life I am living is indeed where I want to be.
I dont know where to start anymore, a bit lost, for anybody that has spent any time hanging around this little page of mine going back into last year, you've probably noticed a major shift in my writing, I notice it too and I think that I am probably becoming somewhat insane.
Becoming? Maybe I am already there. No really.
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it was a good choice. see "most humbling moment" section of my profile.