Dean? Erin? I'm not downplaying these respective storms, believe me, I just wish they'd stop picking names out of an Aaron Spelling series.
Erin came ashore earlier today near Corpus Christi, dumping 7-10" of rain in some areas of Houston. All the local networks reverted to their usual footage of flooded streets, abandoned cars, and interviews with local citizens who conveniently forget this kind of shit happens four or five times a year.
Hurricane season continues apace, as two of the latest computer models for Dean show a track taking it unpleasantly close to the Texas coast.
Personally, I'm not too worried. Not because I've become any less paranoid since Rita, but because next Monday, when Dean will likely be slamming into the Yucatan, we'll be fleeing to Maine on our sort-of annual escape from the Dress Rehearsal for the Heat Death of the Universe that is August in SE Texas.
And I don't know what a "Sepat" is, except that it's a "super typhoon." Your name could be Pansy, but as long as you can preface it with "super typhoon," you'll get the respect. And then the women. Or something.
