brinshannara: (what i write)
It's like, 4:42am as I start this entry. I should really go to bed soon. I'm planning on driving home tomorrow, so that I don't have to wake up at ass o'clock on Sunday to drag mine sorry ass to work for 2pm. And yet, I am awake.

[livejournal.com profile] interdictor has been a really interesting read for the last few days. It's some dude holed up with a bunch of other people at a DirectNIC data center in New Orleans. Many links are not dialup friendly, so I have no idea what the photos he's posting are like.

Naturally, despite my talking about a billion things apart from the hurricane and N'awlins, my prayers, thoughts and vibes are all headed towards those affected by Katrina, and the bullshit that's going on down there is despicable. I'm sure I'd have some poignant sociological perspective on this if I could actually remember which old, dead sociologist said what, but I think I'm right in saying that Hobbes definitely had a point. Once the hurricane ripped through, it basically ruined the social contract people have negotiated with authority, and without that contract, check it out -- people turning on each other, chaos, crises, insanity.

I don't know what's scarier -- that in this day and age, a city as big as New Orleans can be basically ABANDONED, or that we're all really just a couple of days without food/water/waste disposal away from the same kind of chaos.

Okay, enough of the depressing talk, because I'm going to dream about flooding again if I don't start thinking about other stuff.

I have done remarkably little today, which is awesome. I'm actually enjoying the... two days (?) of real vacation I'm getting before the start of school. I've played a truly obscene amount of Sims 2: University. I'm still doing the Legacy Challenge, but I won't be adding up points or anything. Just getting a family to ten generations is enough for me. I've had at least two, perhaps three, sets of twins... two alien abductions (and male pregnancies)... I actually have a case of incest right now that is not recognized by the game.

Thomas is Laren's son. Laren is the first cousin of both Cathy and Carolyn (one of my sets of twins). Thomas just married his college-era sweetheart, Marisa, after she dropped out of school and moved in, and just had sex (try for baby -- SUCCESS! Another branch of generation 9 is on its way!) and all of a sudden... Cathy or Carolyn, I can't remember WHICH, shows up in the bedroom, smacking Thomas around. It's like, HELLO, when did you two fall in LOVE? I do not recall authorizing that!

Anyways, Cathy and Carolyn are technically Thomas' first cousins, once removed. Ew.

Other news:

- My brother's dog, Jack is SO skittish. He gets himself all worked up over all kinds of little things. I swear, I thought our first dog was neurotic. Nono. She's just weird. JACK is insane.

- I took pretty photos at sunset tonight.

- My nails are currently long. (well, for me) I am going to attempt to keep growing them, just to see how far I can get before I crack. It is not easy.

- I'm down to 1 Coke per day, soon to be 0 (as of Tuesday).

- I've watched tons of The Cosby Show, The Golden Girls, Sex and the City, Star Trek: TNG and Star Trek: DS9 in the last 30 hours or so. It's awesome.

And now, I think I'm going to step outside and look up into infinity. No matter how much it terrifies me. (And it does.)

Then, bed.

(Also, I cannot help but think how awesome it will be when I, eventually, bring JB up here. Oh, the awesomeness of a cozy cottage, a cold, fall day, a hot cup of tea and a lovely woman with me, reading or studying quietly next to me.)
brinshannara: (what i write)
It's been raining here since 1am, when the remnants of Katrina started coming through Montreal. I wound up staying up 'till 4 (not purposefully -- I couldn't sleep) and finally fell asleep to the sound of the steady rain outside my window. I woke up freezing my ass off, because all my windows in my apartment were wide open, and there were some cold-ass winds coming in. Stupid hurricane. (Yes, I am being silly, complaining about cold and wind and rain when New Orleans is, you know, 20 feet under water.)

Everyone's talking about the price of gas, too. The other week, up here, it was the equivalent of $3.71 US a gallon. We pay in Canadian dollars per litre. There are 3.78 litres in a gallon, and we were paying a $1.14 CAD a litre. i have no idea what that's jumped to now, but I am excessively happy that I don't own a car. Until this year, anytime I went somewhere, it was by bus, metro, taxi, or getting a lift from someone. Or walking. And I didn't feel like I was, environmentally speaking, a bad person, because I was always at least commuting with one other person.

Now that I have my license, I have guilt. I've used my mom's car a ton this summer, and I've driven myself places that I wouldn't have gone, without the car, or would have been able to take public transportation to, but it was just easier to use the car. Granted, I feel less guilty for having driven the Saturn sedan around than the Nissan Pathfinder. At least my mom's car has good gas mileage. $20 of gas, even at the $1.14 level, bought me more than a quarter of a tank, and I used just that "more than" a quarter of the tank over the course of that weekend, despite a fair bit of driving around. (This is the weekend I nearly got killed by the asshole in the blue minivan who ran a red light at 6:30am.)

I know that, in the grand scheme of things, my use of my mother's car is not a big deal. Since I got my license in March, I'd say that I've gone through a total of maybe three tanks of gas, max. And considering I've been on the planet for 28 years, being the one responsible for using three tanks of gas is not bad at all.

But given my 27 years of public transportation/carpooling exclusivity, it's hard to shake the guilt, particularly these days with rising oil prices, warnings about the oil supply running out... You know it's bad when Bush has opened up the US federal petroleum reserve. It's like I'm thinking that it's great timing -- I finally get my license, right when it's BAD to be reliant on gas/oil/etc.

That said... how is it possible, in this day and age, for a city like New Orleans to be so completely torn asunder that they're evacuating the ENTIRE CITY and thinking of ABANDONING it? Dude. It blows the mind.

And now, I am going to be late for work. Including tonight, only five more shifts. That doesn't make it that much easier to actually go in, though.

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