"I like the idea that a voice can just go somewhere, uninvited, and just kinda hang out like a dirty thought in a nice clean mind. Maybe a though is like a virus, you know, it can... it can... kill all the healthy thoughts and just take over. That would be serious." - Hard Harry
When idea becomes ramble becomes rant in an impromptu, invective-laced fashion.
A slightly NYE-related waxing reminiscence through the past of where I am, where home is, and what could be.
via flickr.com
Great shot of lightning in my hometown the other night during a weather event they were loathe to call a tornado, but had at least a dozen other tags ascribed to it.
I seem to remember the following names (in a foggy haze):
1) The Thunder torn Asunder
2) Reign of Rain
3) The Holy Shitstorm
4) Rumble without a Cause
5) Electric Dreams
6) A Shocking Development
7) Break out the Sump Pump Gertrude!
8) Hell Comes to the Hammer
9) Breaking Wind
10) The Great Shingle Harvest of '11