Publius & Co.

More random stuff.

My beloved Capitals are about as consistent as...hmmm. Can't think of a comparison, but they're not very consistent. They played well against the NHL's (at the time) only unbeaten team, and spanked the Lightning, 5-1. A few nights later, they played like beginners for forty minutes, then (allegedly--I stopped watching the game in disgust) had their third and fourth lines wake up for the final twenty minutes, and lost to Philadelphia, 4-2. Tonight, they go up against Ted's Sharks in the next round of the Inter-Munuvian Whoopass Hockey Jamboree, and one of us will be putting up the logo of the other guy's team, depending on which Capitals team shows up tonight.

So far, only three people are officially in the Inter-Munuvian Whoopass Hockey Jamboree: Ted, Helen, and myself. I was really hoping my Munuvian goddaughter Heather would put up her Blue's logo (not that it matters to me; the Caps don't play the Blues again this year, and I doubt they'll meet in the playoffs). Jennifer said she'd compete if someone told her when the Blackhawks are playing, but she hasn't put up a logo.

(Yes, Jennifer and Heather, that is a hint.)

Anyway, there were tornados in the area this past Wednesday. I'm at work, the phone rings, and it's the gf telling me there's a tornado warning for Montgomery County. I go to the website of the local all-news AM station, and they've got the NWS bulletins up, including one that started TORNADO CONFIRMED! or something (I remember the word "tornado" followed by one that said it was real: sighted, confirmed, tearing the roof off the building right this damn minute...something like that) and the exclamation point.

She was in the basement with the dog; she had shoved the rats into travel cages and put them in one of the bathrooms, and the guinea pigs went into blue plastic totes and followed the rats into the bathroom. At the time she called, the tornado warning still had about twenty minutes to go (and I had fifty minutes before I could leave work)--but it was pissing a bitch, apparently. And windy. And headed toward downtown Washington, DC.

I left work on time, and even though it's getting darker earlier, the sky looked like twilight:

It was really windy. I made it onto the Metro OK--the rain waited until I was about half a block away before it started. The first half of the trip was underground, so I'd be safe.

It was raining pretty steadily when we emerged from the underground portion of my ride, and when I arrived at my station and was paying for parking, it was still steady, but it pretty much stopped before I even got off of the grounds of the Metro station. Weird.

We thought our house was OK--never even lost the satellite signal--but on Thursday evening, we discovered a casualty: My beloved grill had been blown over by the fierce winds, which made me doubly glad we had dragged it inside when the Estelle came thru town.

Just before it started raining in Washington, I took this artsy-looking shot, of the Dupont Circle Olsson's:

That was with my camera set at the night setting, hence the blurryness and shaking from the DT's because I didn't have a tripod with me.

Finally, yesterday morning at Lulu's, where the Wizards go to party:

No, I don't know what that thing was doing in the front door, either. Maybe the offensive offensive line (no, that's not a typo) of the Marigolds had been there the night before and needed help getting up. Anyway, the operator started it up just after I took the picture, but I didn't stick around to see what was going on.

Posted by Victor at Noviembre 8, 2003 08:03 PM