U I vethed na I onnad.

Let the Come On Irene jokes begin.

The MTA has completely shut down. There are lines around the block near all hardware stores and supermarkets. People have battened down the hatches with twenty years worth of canned foods and soda bottles - because soda will totally save you in an emergency - for the WHOLE TWO DAYS that we're expected to be under a state of emergency.

Not to say that my house has been left entirely unprepared. We've got our bathtub full of water on the chance that we lose power and can't flush the toilet, and we've got candles and a flash light and everything that needs charging is being charged. Eventually we're supposed to lose power but I'm not sure when that's set for.

In the meantime?

TEA. TEA AND BOOKS, DAMNIT, AND LATER SEVERAL GLASSES OF WINE.

That's how you weather a hurricane, let nobody tell you otherwise.

( Also: Pictures from last week's Jazz Age Lawn Party (part two) are under this. )

Not sure who told Hollywood it was a good idea, but they appear to be making a sequel to Bruce Almighty. The new one will be called Evan Almighty, and will not star Jim Carrey in any way, shape, or form. Morgan Freeman is back, though. It's due out sometime next summer.

Also, not that this will come as a surprise to anyone except maybe the people who run the place, but the Downer dishroom is no longer a safe place to work. Last year the dishwasher was falling apart, the whole place tried to flood us out, and the staff was trying to take our heads off with projectiles. Now the food disposal thingy is spewing out health-hazardous orangy liquids when turned on and the first scraper is forced to rely upon the plunger for his or her well being. It's not pretty.