Well, Hurricane Irene came and went without much fanfare in our neck of the woods. I got to pace around a bit at the indignity of being trapped inside all day. It was exciting to wander down to the harbor and watch the whitecaps roll in, though.
So far, the Oatmeal has provided the best commentary on the situation. His point that the worst disasters happen with little warning is well made. That's why I keep my windows boarded and a shotgun near the door. The Zombie Apocalypse is real, people.
And for our regularly-scheduled programming, here is a little early birthday present my buddy Adam sent over:
Mmmmm, orange long-nose Porsche...
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