The Great Atlanta Ice and Snow Storm of 2011

Dearest Friends and Family,

If you are reading this, it is because Atlanta's great Snow and Ice storm of 2011 has taken me. I fought courageously and with valor but in the end, Mother Nature proved too great a foe. So that others may witness the harsh reality that swept over my life like the cold front that took it, I will share with you my chronicles of the end.
-written Monday, January 10, 2011, 11:01pm

Saturday, January 8, 2010
1:42pm
What a glorious day! I am in such high spirits today. I just sent in my last mortgage payment on my home and then found $20 in my blue jeans! The sun is shining and I haven't a care in the world. I think I'll go to work and smile at people all day.

3:13pm
Just spent our life savings on a wonderful retirement property. It's a bit of a fixer-upper but I hope Shannon loves it, it's a surprise!

4:10pm
I have enjoyed smiling at people all day today. It makes me feel very good. A little boy came into work and said "I like airplanes!" and then I said, "I like airplanes too little boy!" I gave him a piece of candy and he went on his way.

5:53pm
Can this day get any better? I don't think so!

5:54pm
Just listened to Kirk Mellish's 5 day forecast. Looks like some snow for us on Sunday night. There is some potential for ice as well but I'm not terribly concerned. It would take a lot to ruin this weekend!

7:01pm
Back home with Shannon. Discussing our retirement plans; there is some tension. Shannon would like to retire near a beach somewhere. She is not happy with my decision to spend our savings on an abandoned meat packing plant on the outskirts of Pittsburgh. Should have thought this through a little more.

7:40pm
Shannon has calmed down some but there is still tension.

9:51pm
Just finished a solid 2-hour session on YouTube. Man, people and animals are so crazy and then they videotape it!

11:32pm
Just finished playing Frogger on my phone. I'm limited to 30 minutes so as to avoid any more carpal tunnell flare ups. Kirk Mellish just updated his forecast for Sunday, looks like a fair amount of snow and ice. I think Kirk Mellish is amazing! Time for bed...

Sunday, January 9, 2011
8:28am
Woke up with a strange feeling today. Can't seem to shake it. I think I'll hit the gym for some cardio.

8:39am
Great cardio workout. Really getting toned. People are noticing how buff I am and saying stuff about it. Not necessarily to me, but I can tell they're totally impressed.

10:10am
Work is pretty slow today so I'm spending a couple of hours updating my Facebook profile and Twitter accounts. I love people knowing what I"m doing at the exact moment I am doing it! I feel bad for my parents who didn't get to tell all of their friends what they were doing precisely when they were doing it. I suppose they used the phone a lot in their day. A typical call would probably go something like this "Greetings Monroe, a good day to you sir!" "Ah yes Filmore, a good day indeed! For what purpose do you ring?" "Well Monroe, I just finished reading the funnies in the daily. Quite uproarious!" "Well done Filmore, if I had a way to let the world know I liked your statement, I most surely would! Good day." "Good day to you as well Monroe."

12:00pm
The news is beginning to talk of a major snowstorm in Atlanta. I am not really concerned because if I get snowed in I can play guitar. hero.

2:52pm
The sky looks ominous. I am slightly fearful. No, just hungry. I'll stop at Kroger on my way home.

5:29pm
Oh my, there are a lot of people at Kroger. The security guy is mad-dogging me, I could take him because I am so buff now but that is not my primary mission. I must procure some basic readiness supplies in case Shannon and I are stuck for days. Or worse...

5:48pm
Storm Preparedness Kit:
2 Lemons
Lime juice
Garlic
Tums
Ballads of the 80s CD
Best of the 80s Rock CD
Post It Notes
Total: $29.97. But you can't put a price on preparedness.

7:50
Shannon is at work but I'm sure she'll be glad I got some emergency supplies to get us through.

8:50pm
The snow has started. It was light at first but has progressed quickly to heavy, driving snow showers. The radar paints an ominous picture. I am having scenes from The Day After Tomorrow pop into my head and the radar looks like it did in that movie. Once Shannon is home I will board all the windows and doors in anticipation of the sub-freezing air that could kill us in seconds.

10:39pm
Shannon is home now. I suggested we let the dogs go free as we may not be able to sustain them through this event. She just looked at me sort of funny. I know now what she was getting at. We need to keep them. I'd rather not think it, but we need to keep them. Just in case.

11:54pm
I have done my best to seal off our home from the elements. Shannon told me to calm down but in the movies, the one that runs around like a fool usually ends up being the smart one.

Monday January 10, 2011
1:12am
I can't sleep. The wind howls through the trees and screams past the house as if to taunt me, the snow swirls and dances against the windows, the cold... Oh how bitter cold it must be outside. I pray that the prophecy is wrong and that this is not the beginning of the end.

3:42am
Shannon is upset with me because I won't sleep. What I won't tell her is that what she is really upset with is staring her own mortality in the face.

4:50am
I have lost the will to tweet. I know that my 9 Twitter followers are probably looking for some hope, some inspiration, a flicker of light amidst nature's awesome display of winter brutality. But I have nothing, I cannot summon the will. I feel exhaustion, and with it, hopefully rest.

11:31am
I awoke this morning feeling a small sense of hope but was saddened at the site in the kitchen. Shannon is making eggs. I don't blame her for not being able to accept that our world is falling apart, that what we knew yesterday would be but a memory today and forgotten tomorrow. For her, I guess it's important to go on like nothing is happening, the shock of it all is too burdensome for most to accept. So I'll play along and have some eggs like we did yesterday.

11:48am
Shannon said I'm acting strangely and that we might be snowed in for a couple of days. Oh to have her naivete, I could embrace her sweet optimism and indulge the fantasy! But someone needs to think of tomorrow.

3:32pm
I pulled out my short wave radio, there must be survivors out there, others with whom we can rebuild society.

4:00pm
No luck on the short wave. Shannon says the batteries are dead. She seems to have an excuse for everything. I am waiting for her world to fall apart.

6:02pm
Supplies are running low. We're down to some rice cakes and soy sauce. And whatever is left in the fridge and pantry.

7:09pm
Shannon said it would be good for me to go for a walk. I agree, I'll take the shotgun and the dogs for protection. I'm not sure what a total societal breakdown looks like, but I'm not about to take any chances.

7:23pm
Alas! I found a survivor but the fear has got them. One look at me and they went sprinting. The roads are impassable, the sky dark and abandoned cars litter the streets. This is not a world I ever imagined I'd wake up to.

7:39pm
A car approaches slowly, the tires crunching on ice. A polic cruiser! From the last world! He must be in search of survivors. But we can't afford another and I told Shannon to not let him in. She told me he's here about the shotgun. And then it made sense. Weapons are a valuable commodity in the new world and he won't be taking mine.

8:22pm
I shouldn't have left Shannon alone with the old-world cop but I needed to protect the shotgun.

8:30pm
Shannon is upset that I left and said that the Police want to talk to me. It's time to have a talk with her.

9:03pm
That did not go well. I am feeling weak but need to conserve the rice cakes. I'll have some soy sauce and try to sleep.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011
3:22am
Our supplies are drained and I am feeling weak. I have tried to stay so strong but the new world is not a place for the weak, or the weary. I was softened by the old world and I am angry at its destruction. If I had strength to scream, I would raise a fist and cry out but worry it would only be a whimper. And so it goes, the end is near now, I feel it approaching. I wish I could have been stronger, I wish I hadn't bought that meat packing plant outside of, what was the old world name? Ahh, Pitts-burgh. I remember now, it was such a long time ago. I wonder what they will call it in the new world...

Oh really fool... er, iPhone?

I have arrived. Not only am I tech-savvy enough to be sporting Apple's newest installment of technological magic, I am also cool enough to blog about it. And after having the iPhone 4 for only 3 hours, I have a few observations, complaints, suggestions and compliments.

First of all, compliments to my wife, TH, who showed up at the Perimeter Apple store with the penultimate of Apple faithful, the second day iPhone devotees who for various reasons couldn't make it on opening day. She only waited for about 90 minutes to get a 16GB, black iPhone 4. Because she wants the white one, which has not been released, I get this one. She is great.

Moving on, I am still disappointed in the iPhone's inability to take a picture of itself. I had to get these photos with my old iPhone 3GS.

As can be seen in this photo, one of the major disappointments of the iPhone 4 is it's sheer size. Here it is compared to a 1979 Piper Archer propeller driven airplane. The iPhone's enormous size and subsequent weight hinders its functionality and was an obvious oversight in all phases of production.

The camera is pretty awesome though. It's got a flash and a photo can be taken from the front or back. The back plate is now all glass and the phone itself feels more comfortable as a handset next to my ear. Steve Jobs went on and on about the screen resolution. Some mumbo-jumbo about the screen resolution being sharper than the normal person's eye can process. I think he was just confusing that with a normal person's ability to process the BS that frequently comes spewing out of his mouth.

Apple is art. Plain and simple. It's not the most functional phone out there but it's pretty and sleek and a lot of fun to play with. That's why I keep getting one.

And as in last iPhone installments, I'm still waiting for iPhone to become self-aware.

If you boycott BP you are a complete idiot

For the record, I know that many moons ago, I said we wouldn't be discussing political or politically related issues on this blog. Well, its my damn blog and I'm going to break the rules. If you are unhappy with my political leanings or issues on certain topics, I don't give a damn. And if you are seriously boycotting British Petroleum, you are an idiot.

British Petroleum is no doubt responsible for the worst environmental catastrophe in the history of our country. They are liable and likely negligent as more information comes out about their lack of safety and disaster preparation.

What really irks me about this whole thing is that to be a fat, dumb and happy American requires that you watch a few 22 second news clips depicting some poor sap of an oil-stained pelican being washed in Palmolive dish detergent, become righteously indignant and proclaim that your giant moral stand will come in the form of joining a Facebook page called "Boycott BP". Then, shortly before you fall asleep feeling all warm and fuzzy on the inside because your moral stand will somehow magically save 17 crude-coated sea turtles, you realize that you have actually done nothing more than convince some other idiots more pretentious than you to specifically avoid patronizing BP. The end result is that the small business owner who owns the BP station and does not work for BP will be forced to layoff the overnight kid who works the register while trying to get through college. Then the stock takes a hit and pensions, pensions belonging to policemen, firefighters, teachers who have investments tied up in BP begin to suffer. And then BP has no money and you switch to the Facebook group "Make BP pay for the cleanup!!" except BP doesn't have any more money because you bought the gas for your SUV from Chevron because it made you feel better about the damn Pelican.

Really people, think this one through. I'm not letting BP off the hook, I'm just trying to point out that college freshman activism is cute until you start looking at the big picture and realize that it's a bit more complex than "Boycott BP" and that really, we're all in this together.

Call Failed

It is no secret that I am, on a good day, moderately upset with At&t and on the worst of days, steam-coming-out-of-my-ears, terrifyingly incensed. And just when I thought their service couldn't get any worse, that they couldn't drop any more calls than the 17 I experience before noon on any given weekday, they reached a new low. My At&t sponsored iPhone actually dropped a call before I could make it. Not kidding. All I did was think about calling TH and the all too familiar "call failed" screen displayed on my curiously omnipotent iPhone. It may be that At&t Wireless has become self-aware and finds purpose in torturing me with dropped calls and weak signals, that its evolution into intelligence is fueled by its ability to frustrate and torment. Having an At&t phone in Atlanta is a foray into the depths of Hades that I wish upon no one. iPhone is in desparate need of replacement but I'm holding out hope that Verizon comes along with the iPhone so that I don't have to lock myself up in the Alcatrazesque prison known as At&t Wireless contract.

In other news....

Check out my new office here. Well, one of them. This one doesn't actually fly but you can certainly pretend for $175 an hour.

A night in Nashville

So TH and I hopped in a Cirrus SR20 and flew up to Nashville to see David Sedaris. TH recently became a fan and susbsequently turned me onto him. All I'll say is this, he is the kind of writer that I wish I could be. The show itself was pretty awesome, save for a really akward question from a couple in the balcony at The Ryman Auditorium. And we got to meet Mr. Sedaris who signed our poster.
Unfortunately or fortunately, depending upon which angle you're looking at it, a trough of low pressure meandered its way across the southeast Friday night, several hours ahead of schedule. The resulting convection, static discharge and monsoon-like deluge forced us to camp out in Nashville for the night. Not all bad really, except that it took over an hour to find a hotel room. Had no idea that there are so many people who enjoy running 26.2 miles.

I am sane

Although you wouldn't be able to tell here because no one likes to comment, my Optimus Prime baby-name discussion created quite a stir. I received two in-person comments regarding my sanity and one phone inquiry concerning my ingestion of paint chips as a small child.

To respond, I am very sane. I have a Simpson-esque, circa 1992 forehead stamp validating this fact. If you have ever seen that episode, you will know what I'm talking about. If not, I'm sure you're further convinced of my powered descent into crazyland. And no, I did not consume paint chips during my early years. There were many bouts with paste and maybe a few mornings were spent binging on some Elmers but I was on a straight Adkins style toxic ingestion program. Way too many carbs in paint chips.

So speaking of comments, maybe you could post them here instead of calling me, or confronting me in person.

Pollen, Optimus Prime and the Swan

Just some observations of late...

There were rolling clouds of pollen blanketing the city of Atlanta today. Not kidding, there were clouds of puke-green flower-dust everywhere. Fortunately I don't need 7 Claritin pills to get through one of these days. My biggest peeve is that my red truck turns puke-green red for a couple of weeks. But let's talk about the actual pollen count. According to the Atlanta Allergy and Asthma Clinic, a pollen count of 120 is considered extreme. Today's pollen count in Atlanta is 5,733. This means we are 47 times extreme. Is there even a word for that? I don't think there is. I think sometimes people make up numbers to be dramatic. Then you can go into your office and say things like, "Did you know that a pollen count of 120 is considered extreme?" Your co-workers will look at you quizzically, tilted heads, squinted brows, all wondering whether you possess an inane ability to recite occasionally useful and often useless bits of statistical data or whether your hypochondriatic youth endowed you with certain adult perclivities, most notably the ability to annoy others with your self-diagnosed medical troubles. But their pained expressions wash away with wonder and awe as you profess today's pollen count, a whopping 47 times what is considered extreme. The dramatic recitation rolls off your tongue and fills the corners of the room and seeps into the empty space above the liquid in the water cooler. 5,733.

In other news...

Although 'TH' is not pregnant, we would one day like to have a critter of our own. This desire has led us to a topic of conversation that causes much unrest within our home... Baby names.

I think a really great name for our first born would be Optimus Prime. Seriously, think about it. Optimus Prime.

TH is not a very big fan of the name Optimus Prime. She points out that for reasons to be explained, the name Optimus Prime could have a detrimental effect on our child's development. I believe it would be an honor to have the namesake of one of the world's greatest saviors bestowed upon our posterity. Optimus Prime was a hero for our world in a time of uncertainty, a time when the Decepticons and their evil plundering seemed to gain the upper hand. He fought against injustice and was successful in restoring balance and peace to the known universe and supported health care for everyone and the Feingold-McCain campaign finance reform package. TH believes that this would be a lot for a child to live up to. Well to be honest, I am expecting a lot from my child. The bar will be set high and I will accept nothing less as a father than total world salvation. I would also accept total world domination.

Moving on, I found myself in Carrollton, Georgia a few days ago due to an emergency landing caused by a faulty magneto on a 1975 m-model Cessna 172. There really isn't much in Carrollton... Not much except one vintage DHARMA INITIATIVE MACHINE!!!! Seriously, check out the picture, I was afraid to touch it for fear of activating the Swan. Well not so much that, more fear that Jack Shepard would show up and annoy the hell out of me, like he's been doing every Thurs or Tues night for the past five seasons. It may have also been on Wednesday nights for a season or two.