Ike is a punk-ass

I am in Austin. I fled the storm about twenty hours ahead of time. Kristin and I have been pretty shocked by the damage from a category two Huricane. After three days of indoor-iness, we've got cabin fever bad. Mocking Anderson Cooper in his clingy black tee and hip waders has lost its appeal. The bldg that lost all its windows being shown on the news is my office (and my side of the building). We've been told not to expect to go back to work before Wednesday. A friend did a drive-by and was able to tell me that my apartment is intact, but no electricity, lots of trees down and the neighborhood is flooded. Not sure when to head back. Could be weeks without electricity.

Kristin's parents had water in their house, their garage door blew in, and their backyard pear tree was lost.

On the bright side, Uncle Jpeg is a hit with Osby.