18 foot storm surge
I sincerely hope our area (or any area) doesn't look like this Saturday morning.
With Ike on the way, I can't get this song out of my head.
I see a bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
I hear hurricanes a-blowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers overflowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
All right!
Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
When a man collapses of a stroke, Marge Simpson tells her husband to do CPR. Homer Simpson desperately replies by singing, "I see a bad moon rising." Marge replies, "I said CPR, not CCR!"
What more can I say?
1 comment:
D'oh....
Hey, I'm glad you weathered the storm well. That's a very telling graphic image of an 18 feet storm surge. Yikes!
Enjoy your 1st week of marathon training and don't go looking for bad moons arising!
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