The Ottawa Rabbit Hole

For the first time I can remember in my 5 years in Ottawa, there is a tornado watch for Ottawa. I was out playing volleyball in a torrential downpour earlier, and the rain has just kept on coming.

I would like to add here that the lady from last week who brought her toddler to volleyball has moved to #1 on my shit list for bringing the child back again, this time in a rain storm with potential for lightning bolts...for shame stupid lady, for shame.

So far, my phone has already fallen victim to this storm, as it stopped working after being in my wet back during volleyball (despite the fact the pocket and phone itself did not seem to get wet). I can only wonder which of my beloved items might be next to go, if not my life itself.

As you can see from this picture, Ottawa is clearly fucked.

During these troubled times, my mind reflects to a happier time, in which I watched an episode of Roseanne where they had to weather a tornado. The usual care free white trash nature of the Conner family was shaken as a tornado beared down on Lanford. While they still managed to throw in their fair share of laughs, the tornado scene itself was no laughing matter. I am still haunted to this day by Roseanne's blood curtling scream as the power went out and the show faded to black. Thankfully, everybody was okay and life soon got back to normal with Becky's boy chasing, Darlene's tomboyishness and DJ's usual antics. The producers of Roseanne have taught me to fear mother nature, and I have learned above all else, stay away from the windows.

If this is the last thing I ever write, I want Mullins to sort out my affairs as he is the closest to me. My only request is you give my CD collection to Hammer. I know how he would love that.

God bless everybody. We had a good run.

Posted by WRMB :: 9:46 PM :: 1 comments