"Snot here, Captain."
Apologies for the light posting the past couple of weeks, but I've been engaged in fending off a quagmirish, viral hit-and-run insurgency (thanks SOOOOO much Yellow Dog, whom I totally blame, since he's the only other sick person I was around before I came down with it) that has been attacking my nasal passages and upper respiratory system for the past two and a-half weeks. It hasn't been pretty, let me assure you.
Otherwise, things here in the Upper Left Hand Corner are pretty much same-old, same-old. As you probably heard, the Good Citizens of This (mostly) Fair Burgh took a fifth vote on our much beleaguered monorail, this time finally giving in to the downtown developers, the Mayor's office, and the "but we've already got a monorail!" naysayers to pound the final nails in its financial coffin. A sad story, with an ironic coda: last week our 43 year-old "monorail to nowhere", the quaint tourist ride leftover from the 1962 World's Fair may have collisioned itself out of existence when the two cars sideswiped each other on a particularly narrow curve just north of the downtown terminus. NOW, the anti-monorail bunch is beginning to infer that we should get rid of this as well, since clearly it's a "Menace to Society", and frankly the pillars and tracks are such a civic eyesore, because they block some yuppie's view of the sixteen Starbuck's across Fifth Avenue from their overpriced clapboard condo.
Oh yes, and if one is to believe the incessant reportage from the news media (AKA, The People Who Pay My Salary) Seattle is braced for the impending onslaught - AT ANY MOMENT! - of "Snowstorm 2005!" a deluge of "unprecedented proportions", which in the local dialect translates as roughly, "we might get one or two inches, and most of that will be gone before the morning commute". Still, intrepid mobile camera crews are poised at strategic locations throughout the city's higher elevations, just waiting to scoop each other with those memorable images of the first fleeting dribbles of frozen water falling from the sky like some Biblical Sign Of The Apocalypse, which will in appropriate fashion result in multiple vehicle skid-outs on the freeway, reduced-to-nonexistent public transportation services, and many, many office workers playing the "but, I just can't get out of my driveway!" card, even though pretty much everybody knows it's just a lame excuse to squeeze an extra day off out of their employers.
Yep, that's how you can tell it's almost Winter around here.
on 9:33 AM