When the Levy Breaks

Milwaukee is caught in the middle of a really...slow...moving hurricane this week. As Meg points out, we DO lag behind the coasts when it comes to trends.

Sure, our "flyover" hurricanes might seem simple and uncultured to those of you in the Other Blue States, but we pragmatic Midwesteners like them just fine. Last night, a hurricane was amblin' right down my street, just where the elm trees would have been if Reagan hadn't conspired with the Dutch on a plan for state-sactioned herbicide back in the early '80s. The hurricane said he'd been thinking about relocating ever since he saw how Madison was voted the country's "Most Liveable City" a few years back. "It's different out here," the Hurricane told me. "Folks seem, I don't know, more regular. If it weren't for this cold..."

And then it comes: the "I just can't take the winters" line that marks the weak of stature. I suggested that a place like Seattle or Vancouver would be a nice place for a slack weather pattern to settle down. "You know," I told him, "there's an active music scene, good coffee, lots of Asian-Americans with hip fashion sense, and several major airports."

He's considering it.

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Other things to brighten a Friday:

Monkeys. They're just like people. Drunk, porn-obsessed, telepathic people.

Slate makes an economic case that the Playstation 3 brings more happiness than marriage. This is Slate saying this, I'm not saying this. I love my wife. But man, that thing sure is shiny.

Slate also has a fairly lengthy think piece about He-Man. Maybe I shouldn't be listening to Slate. Maybe Slate is an underminer.

And:

(stolen from Livejournal)