I’m assuming OfA will have posted an ad riffing off this clip by next weekend…
Our twilight was enlivened by a series of Frankensteinian TZOOORP! BZZZZZZAATTT! ! ! flash-bangs as a primary overhead wire, but not our primary wire (praise Murphy the trickster god), tore loose and started a small fire further down the block. Over the next two hours, as the power dropped in and out, we lost multiple fuses and (it looks like) the only remaining kitchen outlet for our small electronics, such as the microwave. If nothing worse happens overnight, we’ll consider ourselves very fortunate.
(Also, for some reason, our thunder-phobic rescue dog Zevon was not at all worried about the giant manmade electrical bursts of noise and light. Dogs are mysterious critters, and I renamed this one after the Excitable Boy for good reason!)
How are things holding up for the rest of the Balloon Juice community, inside or outside the Sandy perimeter?
ETA: Via Americablog:
What was that German portmaneau word for “a face that cries out for a fist in it”?