The power’s out, sort of. The clocks are going mental. The microwave clock was flashing some high speed intricate pulsing sort of thing while the bedroom clock has no numbers at all, just the “ : “ between the numbers, glowing weakly as though time got tired. The scanner was constantly re-calibrating itself and the air conditioner was making a faint and intermittent beeping that I have never heard before. It was switched off at the time.
And it all happened right after this ...
And it all happened right after this ...
5 comments:
is that your truck?
i like trucks
trucks are cool
trade you weather...-20c here
with 50 mph winds
you can't have metric temperature with imperial wind speed...who knows what could happen.
no, not my truck. Fucking Jeff's. It's garbage day so he's parked there so I have to put my bin on the otherside of my driveway so the truck can reach it.
hey, the lawn could do with a trim! get him next door on to it.
yeah, he's been a bit slack lately
UPDATE: Looks like the storm killed old Skook, the computer this blog started on. Tried to boot it last night and no power, no lights no nothing.
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