What fresh Hell?

Ok, I've got to get off the porch and run with the dogs,
big and little.
I have hit a dry spell in posting
if you have not noticed.
I must apologize for not being
more entertaining or amusing or thought provoking.
Hell I do that most every day. And get paid for it.
Well, by that I mean, if I can find a joke,
in a situation I go for it. To the point
of distraction, I'm afraid.
But not very.
As one goes through life and
progresses through the fluid stages, I
am finding that one's priorities can
alter along with the metabolism.
(See Clutter-Thunk! for a better understanding of the fluid stages of life. (http://clutter-thunk.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_8239.html))
Well all that leads to this morning.
I am growing
to dislike
the dis-like of
most of the information provided
on news and such.
The fog rolling over the rants
of the BillRush Glenns
seem to swamp the landscape of rhetoric.
It is much easier to rant against
them, about the rant
they rant.
I can't grant, that slant
of their views
of news and
choose to
pant over a beautiful object,
even if i get chastised
for making her an object.
At lease I feel good about the cause
of the dis-light of my view
of the world.

What Fresh Hell?

Ok, for this fresh hell I have to set some ground rules.
Number 1ne Thing: I'm talkin' 'bout my daughter.
Number 2wo Thing: See Number 1 thing (#1 thing)
Number 3hree thing: I feel that there are lot more men that love their daughters and would place themselves in harm's way' for them, than the print media would have you believe.
Number 4our thing: she really is my pride and joy.
Number 5ive thing: see number two thing (2wo, #2 thing)

What Fresh Hell?

Well I'm sitting here wonderin' will a matchbox hold my clothes?

Some phat daddie humpin' a lobbiest ain't worried.

I love this country, but some days i just wonder about it all.

What Fresh Hell?

Flood Plain stuff.



Turns out all those maps, with the lines showing the limits of the flood danger, were calculated in 80's using a slide rule to crunch the numbers and a graphite pencil on vellum, with a bamboo scale, to locate them. The scale is approx 1 mile per inch.
Try to see the width of the line at that scale. It would fall between the two wood columns on the front porch.
The computer used at that time was an 8088. The models being generated today use cutting edge computers (not leading edge, not state of the art) and GPS triangulated data from hot s**t devices that are mounted on cars, boats, planes, trains and yaks, if the needs arises. It can measure a 400 meter swath of date as it rolls along at highway speed. (terrain and structures)

So the lesson of the hour: when you look at a map of the flood plain in your town and you see a line that says the flood plain is way across the road from your house and you don't need flood insurance. Well buy it, cause you don't need it and it's cheap. When, (when) the flood water rise up into your home, you will thank me, or not.
Oh buy the weigh, the numbers they are using for the flood water height are based on the NGVD 1929. The new numbers NAVD 1988, the factor of error is a foot, plus or minus. (either way you'er screwed)

Ok, still not convinced? Close all the doors in your house and stuff towels at the sills, ok now flood your house with 2 inches of water. How does it feel? Where's the cat? Did you pick up the blanket like I said?

Enough of that.

What Fresh Hell?

Well, I'm alive and well, while sitting in a motel in Lake Mary. Well, not In Lake Mary, but near the city of Lake Mary. Learning about flooding and what the hell to do about it.
In a nut shell, get the hell out of town. (next)
More in the workshops tomorrow.