Tuesday, March 20, 2018


     I must type and dash.  There's an exciting day ahead -- well, for, "Oh damn what is this" values of exciting: snow and sleet incoming and the Statewide Tornado Drill.

     If the snow/sleet/Welcome To Springtime weather is bad enough -- and if lines of authority are clear enough -- the cat-herding exercise that is the Statewide Tornado Drill will be called off.  The thinking is that John and Jane Q. Public, fighting their way to the grocer's, doctor's office or neighborhood bar through sheets of Nature's Lard will be confused enough without wailing sirens and, as the Rolling Stones foretold, "...[T]he man come on the radio/He's tellin' me more and more about some useless information/Supposed to fire my imagination."*  Under sufficiently-bad real weather conditions, the Statewide Drill is liable to fire only indignation or confusion, and no one wants that.

     But I'm betting the process will proceed as planned -- they've already sent out the e-mail, after all, and the forms were filled out in ink.
(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction, (1965) Jagger M. and Richards K., a brief essay about lack of physical and emotional companionship amid relentless commercialism.  You're already humming the guitar riff.


Blackwing1 said...

Well, if you're going to plant an earworm in me first thing in the morning, that's a pretty darned good one to put there.

Chuck Pergiel said...

I always thought it was "fry my imagination". Sort of the same meaning, maybe.

Monty James said...

I'm thankful for small mercies; at least you didn't mention "It's A Small World". I really hate when "It's A Small World" gets stuck in my head. I don't know anyone who doesn't get annoyed when they hear "It's A Small World".

RandyGC said...

We're expecting 4-6 inches of snow for tomorrow's drill in Ohio. yay.

And we've got 22 new sirens the majority of which will be activated for the first time tomorrow.

What could go wrong?

John said...

NOAA says our area of Philly could get between 9-17 inches today. (cue mad rush to food stores)

If for some unfathomable reason we are overcome today with a desire for french toast, we will defrost some home made bread, perhaps some soda bread in honor of last weekend, mix up some powdered milk, (flashback to being in the Med in the Navy in the mid seventies), and get a couple of eggs from the fridge.

Monty James. It IS a small world. Everywhere.

Roberta X said...

"...It's a world of wonder, a world of yells/A world of funky odiferousish smells/It's world full of earworms/which haven't got no charms/Thanks to Montyyyyy Jaaaames...."

My sympathies to everyone East of me, who don't deserve what's been happening (with the weather, not the earworms). I blame Canada -- they're just softening you up for inevitable invasion.