I'm feeling very unsettled these days. The events in NO have me angry, sad and rattled. I worry, now, what would happen in KC if there was ever a catastrophic event of that sort here. Part of me knows that it is irrational, because we are on high ground, have stayed fairly calm during a 2.5 mass power outage caused by an ice strom and I've always felt that mid-westerners were the nicest people in the country. (all apologies to everybody else!).

But, things keep happening to my car, and now I'm thinking of moving just because of it. My liscence plates were stolen twice, a fender was bashed (along with the fenders on every car parked on that side of the street). So I started parking it in the tiny parking lot behind my building that used to be reserved for another tenants tar truck.

So, I forgot to lock it all up Saturday night. Sunday morning when I went out to do my grocery shopping I found my glove compartment open and stuff on my front seat. The only thing that was missing was the bag with my workout clothes in it - a t-shirt I bought at Osco, an old pair of leggings, a change of under wear and a $4 pair of shoes from Target. Nothing valuable, but it was my emergency-in-case-the-building-burns-down clothes.

I can't stop myself from thinking about whether I have enough water and other emergency supplies on hand and what if the clothes I'm wearing are the only ones I'll have for the next week. I've actually been through something like this before. I was made homless by a fire while I was at work one day. I know how it feels to not know where I'd sleep that night. But, I was okay. A friend took me in for 2 weeks till I found a place, my job let me take the time to get my life back together, the Red Cross even gave me some shoes that I still wear.

But I can't get over this feeling forboding. Maybe I've been watching too much coverage. Anyway, that's my first world problem of the day.

Ya know, Roddick's mojo is quite unattractive.

What I find amusing about those commercials is that they've managed to make Nick Kroll as attractive as they have.

Honestly, I've been expecting the final death toll to be 10,000.

I was at my parents' house earlier today, and it was so good -- in a twisted way -- to spend meatspace time with people who are as passionate in their hatred for Bush as I am.

Barbara Bush? Can burn in hell.

Rehnquist actually died on Wednesday, but FEMA only found him on Saturday.

::snerk::

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they've managed to make Nick Kroll as attractive as they have.

Oh, he looks very tarted up. What's the point of an ugly mojo? What is he doing that made him better than a mojo one would actually want to find?

Now that I think about it, I'd like my mojo to look like Eddie Izzard.

I'm enjoying the Roddick car commercials, where he's driving with surreal people. The older guy is Lucas from Another World, which cracks me up.

And Federer is only 24! Just turned 24! What a darling.

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I'd make the 5 cent Lucy Van Pelt diagnosis that the hurricaine is unsettiling you in a visceral empathetic "been somewhere uncomfortably like there myself" way. Then the theft just tipped it over the edge. (And I don't think vividly recalling that kind of trauma is a whiny first-world problem.)

Maybe making yourself an emergency box and a go bag [link] would make you feel a little more secure? (everyone should have them anyway).

Quester, it strikes me that being worried about what you are going to do in case of a big emergency -- having been through one already! -- is not so much a First World problem as it is a universal one, and in fact it's us 1sters who have it so easy that we believe we won't ever face such a situation. One answer is to cultivate family and community ties that we can depend on. Another is to encourage good and responsible government that will protect communities, and the families that live in them.

I'm eating a roast beef sandwich on my honey oatmeal bread, and wondering how anyone could call it cake.

I am struggling not to eat another cupcake.

I blame ita, and it makes me want to call her roast beef sandwich a cake.

Call it a cake if you will. You can't erase the delicious taste from my mouth. You'll just brand yourself craxxy, and lord knows there isn't enough Blue Mountain in the world to start giving any of it to craxxy people.