GIP
Today's Penny Arcade made me laugh. And waste a couple of minutes creating an icon.
"Jesus Christ threw up the horns?"
"Jesus Christ threw up the horns?"
2004-08-04
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I'm typing this up while sitting outside in my hammock, humoring the cat who insisted he needed to go outside. I think it's about to storm.
The sky is getting darker all of a sudden (lights are starting to come on inside the neighbors' houses), and what started out as a breeze quietly rustling the leaves now has the trees bending and swaying back and forth overhead. The temperature's dropped noticeably just since I started typing this up, and the wind is making it easier to forget that walking outside today is a bit like walking into a wall of water. No thunder though, not yet anyway. I love thunderstorms, I can't imagine living anyplace that doesn't have them. Here, you can usually count on the 4:45 or 5:00 storm on summer afternoons (a bit of an exaggeration, but not as much as you might think). I love the way the light changes before a storm; the white hammock and my white cat seem to be glowing.
Here come the first few drops of rain. Time to go inside, since while I might welcome playing outside in a summer rainstorm, the laptop is not similarly inclined (nor is Gateway, he tells me as he stares intently at the door).
The sky is getting darker all of a sudden (lights are starting to come on inside the neighbors' houses), and what started out as a breeze quietly rustling the leaves now has the trees bending and swaying back and forth overhead. The temperature's dropped noticeably just since I started typing this up, and the wind is making it easier to forget that walking outside today is a bit like walking into a wall of water. No thunder though, not yet anyway. I love thunderstorms, I can't imagine living anyplace that doesn't have them. Here, you can usually count on the 4:45 or 5:00 storm on summer afternoons (a bit of an exaggeration, but not as much as you might think). I love the way the light changes before a storm; the white hammock and my white cat seem to be glowing.
Here come the first few drops of rain. Time to go inside, since while I might welcome playing outside in a summer rainstorm, the laptop is not similarly inclined (nor is Gateway, he tells me as he stares intently at the door).