They Call Me Action Jake Gyllenhall!

Just an update, now that the Bastard (aka Bastard-The Motley Crue song)cares so much about the weather. Wilma's still pulling out here, but man, she kind of got bitchy at the end.

The "meteorologists" down here were talking all sorts of smack about how the incoming cold front would meet Wilma at the OK Corrall somewhere out in the Gulf of Mexico and tear it to shreds making it weak as it approached the coast of Southwest Purgatory. Instead, Wilma beefed up to 125 mph and pounded the shit out of Naples and Everglades City, about 50-75 miles south of my own self. But Wilma was so massive in size that the home-piece got hit up to, but not where I would have expected. The first half of the stormwent by without much incident, tropical storm force winds with an occasional gust, no big deal. Then the backside came in and wallopped us. The cold front that was supposed to weaken Wilma with its wind sheer did the opposite, strengthening it as it went over us and spitting 90 mph winds at us. It seems the cold front waas allowing cold air into the hurricane causing it to become a Nor'easter type storm on the back end. The tempature dropped 25 degrees within a 2 hour stretch, it was almost like "The Day After Tommorrow" without the bad acting or contrived drama. The acting was replaced by awestruck weasthermen on the radio commenting on how little they really know about anything let alone the weather and the contrived drama replaced with, well, real drama as Wilma bitch slapped the west side of my house for two hours. Fuckers. But all is well here, now I have to see how Nemo and his crew made out in the old Nautilaus.

I'll do my best to get some pics on the blog for ya' I took a few during the storm and will go out disaster-spotting directly. First I'm waiting on a call from Dennis Quaid. Does anyone halve snowshoes?

mofo