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Power went out yesterday.
On the 4th of July.
Still out.
Meat and milk going bad. No water. No air conditioning or fans.
Probably won't be back on until late afternoon Sunday.
Really sucks.
The really suck part is that I was planning on getting my tutorials finished this weekend.
Just had to bitch for minute.

ayup, pretty bad storms yesterday WJ, got hit here in metro detroit by the same line of storms, power out to alot of ppl, lots of down trees etc. I think west and North got it a bit worst than us.

Sorry to hear you lost power, hope Consumers/DTE gets it back to you soon

hang tough

That does suck I was just looking at the newspaper and saw some pics from the storms wrath around that MI area.

WJ if you have no power how can you get online?? Or you are someplace else that has power maybe?

Yeah, we were at the in-laws. Took my CDs to load up my father in-law's computer so I wouldn't have withdrawl. You know, shaky hands and a twitchy eye from no computer.

Guess what? It's power is back on.
As soon as I posted, my uncle phoned home and the answering machine picked up.
So I borrowed a car to double-check.
Sure enough, power!
Now I'm running around like a madman to pick up the pieces.
At least the harddrive on our machine didn't get fried.
Still no water, but that shouldn't be too much longer. At least I got the 5 gallon jug and the bathtub filled.

Gotta go!

vp, I here ya...bad one for a good 30 minutes or so. Not a fun way to start of the 4th of July. We played a gig in Redford for some unofficial fireworks. On the way there, our singer hit a huge puddle on Telegraph, hydro-planed off the road and burned his arm when the airbag deployed. I guess it was from the shot-gun shell blast of the airbag. Kinda sucked, but he got back in the car, drove to the gig and played 4 sets without a hitch. Traffic lights were out most of the evening, so accidents were everywhere. Mix the sounds of m-80s going off with all of the ambulance sirens and it sounded like Pearl Harbor revisited...

Warning: am drunk. Might possibly rant or even (way out of character for me) use bad punctuation or spelling.

So, as long as we're sharing distress stories...

My roommate has spent quite a while complaining of not having a girlfriend. A shame for him, nay? So about a month ago, he meets a girl who, within the first fifteen minutes, decides that she's the one for him. She's amazingly beautiful, just absolutely gorgeous, I don't even want to go into detail, I'd sound too drooly. And she seduces him, and in the process proves that she's, shall we say, sexually adventurous, to the point where he's not quite willing to go to the same lengths she is. He's an utter moron, what can I say? I'd fulfill her deviant wishes in a New York minute (which, lest the expression go to waste, is much shorter than a GMT minute).

So to make a long story short, she comes down to visit one time, and passes out drunk before any "festivities" can occur (I made the acquaintance of a completely different and possibly salutary girl that night -- wish me luck!) Then she's having a half-birthday party tonight, and opts to invite my friend, despite the slight awkwardness engendered by the previous non-event...

Well, let's just say that things went frightfully. The beautiful girl arrives, bringing with her a friend who directly insults me twice in a row, leading to a brief blowup in which I'm completely prepared to leave barring immediate apology. Said apology is forthcoming, and all proceeds well -- I find different people to banter with, my roommate agrees with me as to the out-of-line-ness of the friend, blah blah blah. But... the beautiful girl is not paying any particular attention to my erstwhile roommmate. Forlorn chap. He converses with some other people in a fairly satisfactory manner... we change bars... and then he gets so neglected that he and I are literally sitting across the entire room from the rest of the party. We join the rest of the party. The rest of the party has formed a seamless circle that we can't penetrate, even though our presence is acknowledged and (in words) welcomed.

Does anyone else see a certain passive hostility here? I can't blame it on me being mad... I'd been sufficiently provoked that I simply can't hold myself in the wrong (and I grant that personal perception may be an issue here). But if I was an asshole, so be it, my roommate should still have been the subject of the beautiful girl's attentions, if she was really interested in him. Instead... and feel free to drool slightly as your jaw drops... she exchanged phone numbers with a random guy in the bar, in plain sight of the man who, a few weeks earlier, she wanted to perform Biblically prohibited acts with.

You can understand how he might feel a bit slighted. In fact, he suggested we leave during the next bar-hop... and so we did, and we drove home on the assumption that my roommate's lady-friend was essentially out of the picture for good. Now, for those who are following along at home, the fate of my own lady friend is whoa totally like dude up in the air, we'll see how that plays out. But my roommate? Despondent.

Anyway, you'll note that this drunken anecdote is stripped of identifying material, and (one would hope) work-safe, as long as managers can't hear the term "Biblically prohibited acts" and connect the dots. That said, I had to get it off my chest... good luck, good night, and I'm drunk.

Note: first-ever PT drunk post. Notice how incredibly c*****n anal I am that this post probably still has no typos!

non-drunk edit: By "Biblically prohibited acts," I mean, of course, violation of dietary laws. She wanted him to eat a dish that mixed dairy with meat or something.

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[This message has been edited by Perfect Thunder (edited 07-06-2003).]

If I remember correctly, the air was stifling humid when I woke up on July 4. The kind of oppressing humidity that drains you the moment you even turn your head. The sun was out and there was no indication of anything other than the normal July weather we have.

So as you can imagine, I was rather shocked to get drenched as I was changing the spark plugs in my car. Damn MI weather. But it sounds like everything turned out well for you WJ... may want to check the fridge though

[This message has been edited by Raptor (edited 07-06-2003).]

PT, stop me if I am wrong, but your friend is probably the type that easily falls for the girls that are always looking for the Next Best Thing. That's ok...Tell him to sow his wild oats and move on, but never have any expectations or he'll be a sore-ass forever. He might not feel closure when he meets a girl that's worth a s@#t.

I have been in those kind of relationships. They are trophy girls, but since they know they are not the *total* package (body AND mind), they try to extract their needs from many sources (men). I found myself tired of being an emotional tampon that a girl could use whenever she felt she could change her ways. Bottom line is, they never change...She is probably an only child with a father that left early in her childhood. She has not discovered the benefits that a genuine male can give her emotionally AND sexually. So she goes around trying to substitute her father with nice guys, and then rebels against him with the guys that only want the goods.

Tell your friend to stop looking for trophy women that come on too early...He'll be scratching his crotch for the rest of his life. Tell him to read the book "10 Stupid Things Men Do to Mess Up Their Lives." He is not a knight in shining armor. The girls that have no immediate need for his mind are the one's he should be looking for.

"Everybody knows...that the world is full of stupid people; so meet me at the station at midnight and we'll divy up there."

In the end, it is HIS fault for what happened. The ability to read people within the first five minutes of meeting them is better than any skill on earth, whether its business or personal. Tell him to meet the parent(s)...After meeting them, he should know how f@#ked up the relationship will be.

A new york minute?
was that defined as the time between the traffic light turning green, and the first taxi driver behind you honking?
Ie. the shortest amount of measurable time in the whole universe?

or was that the NY second?
I'm partially confused.