Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Must...Update...Blog...

Three days into November, we'd already accumulated more rain in Portland than the whole month of October. And with the biblical downpour came the inevitable storm surf. Twenty-five feet with 65 mph winds and little or no interval. The list of metaphors is fairly played out: "Washing machine." "Soup." "Spin cycle." "Victory at Sea." "The perfect storm." "Absolute liquid chaos with a side of old-growth timber floating in the impact zone." (Okay, that last one is mine.)

On the bright side, my fantasy football team is doing really well... Ugh.

Ratatat - Lex

6 comments:

Diane said...

Love your art! It appears the weather there is continuing to give the Pacific Northwest its bad name.

Have you been out surfing is this storm?

G said...

There's always next fall!

Doc said...

If you actually have a fantasy football team...

I recommend an increase in masturbation...

Not a cure...

Just more productive...

Doc

Chum said...

Thanks for the prescription, Doc. I'll take two and call you in the morning... gross.

Patch said...

Hope there's light at the end of the tunnel up there, at least some good sand bars should be forming...

Doc said...

I apologize...

And remind everyone...

I'm not a real doctor...

Just know what feels good.

Doc