This storm is probably the most egregious display of meterological violence I've ever landed in the middle of. Holy balls. Swirling whirlwinds, probably two or three inches of rain, and enough marble-sized skullcracker hailstones that it sounded like the world was ending. Copious thunder and lightning to season (including a hit just now right before I wrote this that sounded like a bomb going off) and a whole shitload of police and fire sirens. They MIGHT have set off the klaxons for a while, too, but I had no way to tell those from the other five sources of horrific noise right nearby. Minnesotans, is this shit normal? What the fucking fuck?
Anyway, it's still going on impressively a few hours later. Love it. I'm holed up in Acadia right now with some beer.
ALSO, ATTENTION TWIN CITIES PEOPLE: On July 6 at around 7 pm, we are all going to the Amazon Bookstore, which is on Chicago Avenue South, down by 47th street or so. We are going there because Alison Bechdel will be talking about her new graphic novel and doing a reading. (DTWOF readers are already familiar with Amazon; it was supposedly the template for Madwimmin Books.) Seattlites have about twenty minutes to get their butts down to the University Bookstore, or they can catch her tomorrow.
(Hat tip to Colleen Coover!)
Anyway, it's still going on impressively a few hours later. Love it. I'm holed up in Acadia right now with some beer.
ALSO, ATTENTION TWIN CITIES PEOPLE: On July 6 at around 7 pm, we are all going to the Amazon Bookstore, which is on Chicago Avenue South, down by 47th street or so. We are going there because Alison Bechdel will be talking about her new graphic novel and doing a reading. (DTWOF readers are already familiar with Amazon; it was supposedly the template for Madwimmin Books.) Seattlites have about twenty minutes to get their butts down to the University Bookstore, or they can catch her tomorrow.
(Hat tip to Colleen Coover!)