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Oct. 10th, 2018 10:58 am I just heard a news report about how a lot of places like Panama City and Pensecola have "pre-Andrew" housing and housing codes. The predicted possibility of Michael making landfall as a cat 4 is really scary - stay safe over there, Gulf Coast. Maybe it will start breaking up some or losing power as it approaches land - you know how some storms come barreling in at a cat 5 and then suddenly drop in strength before hitting land.
In more personal news, the neighbor lady came by yesterday with her daughter and I showed them around the Cat Situation here. I feel like a total fucking idiot because I got so nervous I was babbling, sweating, and I probably came off like a complete weirdo. But they both seem really nice and I feel confident they'll take good care of the fuzzbutts while I'm gone. Only Nana came out while they were here - Feisal popped his head out when I rattled the treat can but he ducked back into my bedroom.
In two weeks I will actually literally be in Tokyo, feet on the ground. I think - they're 13 hours ahead of here, so it'll be ... the day before? I don't know, I'm terrible at math and sometimes time zones confuse the hell out of me. I just ask Google what time it is in wherever I need to know about.
My sister finally got hooked up with Hangouts, and I discovered the "invites" tab, which is conversation invites from other people. I had no idea it was there, and wouldn't have looked except that I was trying to find her text to me. So of course I had several in there, some of which were either obvious spam or thirsty dudes. I have my profile set either to private or to a pretty restricted filter so I don't get tons of random texts from strangers, though I do get some. One I can't figure out was from someone named Linda Gershenson who sometime last year said, "Hello!" then "Meh ..." then sent a "see you later" sticker. Was she from Facebook? Google+? Who was that? Well I guess it doesn't matter much now, does it? Of course searching for her name brought up a FB result, and it then began to pester me to log in. Not today, Satan, not today. Obviously my deletion hasn't gone through yet so there's no way I'm clicking that button, no matter how much I want to know who that lady was.
In more personal news, the neighbor lady came by yesterday with her daughter and I showed them around the Cat Situation here. I feel like a total fucking idiot because I got so nervous I was babbling, sweating, and I probably came off like a complete weirdo. But they both seem really nice and I feel confident they'll take good care of the fuzzbutts while I'm gone. Only Nana came out while they were here - Feisal popped his head out when I rattled the treat can but he ducked back into my bedroom.
In two weeks I will actually literally be in Tokyo, feet on the ground. I think - they're 13 hours ahead of here, so it'll be ... the day before? I don't know, I'm terrible at math and sometimes time zones confuse the hell out of me. I just ask Google what time it is in wherever I need to know about.
My sister finally got hooked up with Hangouts, and I discovered the "invites" tab, which is conversation invites from other people. I had no idea it was there, and wouldn't have looked except that I was trying to find her text to me. So of course I had several in there, some of which were either obvious spam or thirsty dudes. I have my profile set either to private or to a pretty restricted filter so I don't get tons of random texts from strangers, though I do get some. One I can't figure out was from someone named Linda Gershenson who sometime last year said, "Hello!" then "Meh ..." then sent a "see you later" sticker. Was she from Facebook? Google+? Who was that? Well I guess it doesn't matter much now, does it? Of course searching for her name brought up a FB result, and it then began to pester me to log in. Not today, Satan, not today. Obviously my deletion hasn't gone through yet so there's no way I'm clicking that button, no matter how much I want to know who that lady was.
