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Peeve Farm
Breeding peeves for show, not just to keep as pets

  Blog \Blôg\, n. [Jrg, fr. Jrg. "Web-log".
     See {Blogger, BlogSpot, LiveJournal}.]
     A stream-of-consciousness Web journal, containing
     links, commentary, and pointless drivel.

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Thursday, November 7, 2002
20:49 - Winter is in effect... nnnnnnnnNOW!	(top)
It was summer yesterday... That's how it is in the Bay Area, though. Summer lasts about six months. Right up until yesterday afternoon, it was warm, even hot-- the same kind of clear, boring, clear-sky conditions that characterize California weather from April through October. Then, last night, while I was relaxing in the hot tub... suddenly the wind rolled over me like the sandstorm from The Scorpion King, tossing an armload of pine needles from nearby trees into the water and on my head. A glance upward revealed swathes of angry, fast-moving clouds hunching over us. We hurriedly covered up the tub and retreated from the first prickly raindrops. This morning it was drizzly, and there was some detritus on the roads, but not too bad; it still looked like summer still existed, somewhere, deep beyond the current battle front. But after work, well... Work ended rather... abruptly, shall we say. I was perusing the comments upon a recent LGF post (sorry to hear about Rasheed, Charles), when the iMac screen suddenly went dark. Stunned silence... then I realize that the silence is fairly total. The one or two other late workers and I stand up, prairie-dogging out of our cubicles, silhouetted against the emergency lights. The hell? "First rain of the year," I note. "A branch falls on the power lines, or the substation arcs. It's how we know winter's arrived." And indeed, the streetlights and traffic signals at the intersection between us and Infinite Loop are darkened. With nothing useful that can be done work-wise, I pack up my iPod and head out. The parking lot, this time, is filled with debris. I'm talking matted. Branches, leaves, pine needles, pine cones, large pools of standing water. The wind is driving sheets of rain into my face, rendering pointless my attempts to shield my laptop by sticking it into my shirt... and as I start the car and pull out into the intersection, trying my best to behave with the rest of the drivers as though it's a four-way stop even though my windshield wipers-- which haven't seen action in six months-- are sticking and shuddering across the glass, I realize that the NPR station, KQED, is just static. Seems the transmitter's been hit. Hokay... I turn to KCBS, where I learn that large parts of the Bay Area are in chaos. The mountain highway to Santa Cruz is at a standstill (as it always is under anything but ideal conditions). Mill Valley and the Buena Vista Hills area of San Francisco are blacked-out. The Richmond/San Rafael Bridge has been shut down, because construction equipment on the bridge was being blown around by the wind. And as the traffic reporter relates from a caller on the Bay Bridge, who witnessed it as it happened, the transformers at the toll plaza suddenly shot huge blue sparks into the air as a gigantic electrical arc zapped across the station-- and all the lights on the bridge went out. It was summer yesterday, I will reiterate. And tonight there's a Winter Storm Warning in effect-- which in these parts means "watch out for water on the road, and drive really carefully. And stay out of flash-flood gullies!" Heavy rain is predicted throughout the coming week. I'm home now, and there are candles burning here and there. The power's on, but it hasn't been that way all day. Sure, the weather's boring here most of the year. But when it gets interesting... boy, does it get interesting.