The observatory that cried “wolf!”
Ξ August 5th, 2009 | → | ∇ Hong Kong |
There’s a T8 typhoon signal hoisted right now in the Kong. Ole Goni’s upon us. And get this: I just walked home from work, through the always dangerous mist. A warm-ish wind ripped between the buildings along the east-west walkway … wait, no wind. T8 hoisted. Not even a breeze. Hey, what gives? And will I ever stop getting excited at the idea of braving a ridiculous, thrashing, walk-through-me-and-feel-the-pain storm of storms? I suppose the wind must be stronger out over the ocean. The storm could’ve changed course, or maybe it was more intense while I was plodding through stories about Bill Clinton and tiny fish that could help save my hearing one day. Fish!
Speaking of, I bet fish have it a lot worse than I do. Think about it — they’re swimming around in the world’s biggest toilet when a typhoon comes along and pulls the flusher. But the ocean can’t flush, can it? So it stirs. That’s gross.
Have a nice day.