I didn't lose power. What I do lack is motivation to do any real blogging. Can't hook a generator up to that, can we? Oh well. The storm itself was actually pretty tame. I think it only came on shore with 70mph gusts. We got about five or six inches of rain, which was a welcome gift. Mostly we just sat around the garage with the neighb's, watching the storm and ratchet-jawing.

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Yesterday was a totally beautiful day. Cool, no humidity, and you wouldn't have known we had received over 4 inches of rain the day before, except for the occaisional blown-down tree that could be spotted as one drove around. The dog is back to normal: Claiming she hasn't eaten in minutes!

Shank has no North Carolina updates; I suspect he has no power.

Ted in Virginia reports nearly six inches of rain and some basement leaking.

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Victor here, reporting from Maryland & abusing rights given out by Jim many, many moons ago. Here's the report from Montgomery County, Maryland:

Rain. Lots and lots of rain and Nic reports a neighbor was out in this rain, poking around the foundation of his house. Poor guy.

I took the dog out for a walk and that was the fastest she's ever peed and pooped in her life. She's not real fond of the rain, either.

The rats are asleep in their cages and apparently don't give one of their own asses that Tropical Storm Hanna has decided to pay a visit.

I'm in the basement in my little corner of the house, converting cheesy 80's vinyl to MP3...snaps, crackles, pops, and one skip (so far) intact.

Oh, and I'm drinking a little beer. But unlike Shank's swill, I drank something Nic's cousin brewed a couple of months ago and just one of 'em made me rather numb. So either he's brewed it really strong or he's poisoned me.

If I'm not in the hospital in a few hours I'll switch to something better.

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The Wife is feeling better.

The stupid cat, however unfortunate, is still alive. God when will some wild beast take her away.

Winds are gusting, rain is not yet falling in steady patterns (for more than 10 minutes). I thought for sure we'd be getting pummeled by now, but apparently Hanna is a bigger bitch than we all thought.

That's right. You travelled thousands of miles just so my redneck ass could refer to you as a bitch.

And when/if Ike comes ashore (thank god in his now weakened state) we can all take turns making fun of mother nature. Oh come on, don't get sensitive. That's how we roll baby.

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Just getting bands of showers still. They're still predicting that she'll make landfall in my driveway, so I'll do my best to keep drinking the PBR. Of note: Wally World had enought bottled water to drown an army, but was completely out of cases of beer today. Welcome to the red state region.

Hanging with the neighb's right now, having a good time. The Wife is still knocked the fuck out. Worst migraine she's had since she was a kid.

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Okay, so that's a little dramatic. It's more like "Party Preparations Begin".

The first squalls are beginning to pass through the area. If you've never been through a hurricane before, the first bands come through very fast, almost as fast as a car driving past your house.

The neighbors have stocked up on all the supplies neccesary for a low level Cat 1 storm (beer, batteries, scotch [DAMMIT, I knew I forgot something. Fuck. Oh well.], and beer). There's even talk of a mid-evening cornhole matchup. Don't really see that happening, but where there's enough PBR, there's a way.

Looks like Ike is firming up his plans to do South Beach; which I think won't be too bad. He's not a 4 like he was yesterday, and maybe passing over the islands will slow him down further.

The low pressure system is exacerbating The Wife's migraine tendencies. She just muttered something about how childbirth can't possibly hurt any more than this. She's pretty nauseous.

I'll post again later on.

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Well shit:

The 'H' in the center of that dot on the coastline stands for 'House'. As in, "This is shank's house". Of course, Hanna is merely a dress rehersal for Ike, who's furthest (and thankfully most unreliable) forecast shows him making a northward turn before Florida. Ike's already a Cat 4:

Hopefully this will not be a 1-2 punch for us; but the truth is that if Ike makes landfall anywhere, it will be one hurricane too many.

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