It's about 6:30pm here, and the wind is kind of ridiculous. I could the damage not in dollars, number of people injured, etc.; but rather, in the number of palm trees we've lost. It currently stands at 2 (we lost the same amount in all of Cyclone Larry) but this is meant to go on for another day or so... Naturally, Cyclone Yasi is pouting and swinging her hips; she's such a little Media Whore. The news stations are making such a big fuss, dramatic music included, and seem to have dug up everyone and their pet rock collection to interview on Television-
-Hold on. So, originally, it was meant to hit Cairns, then Innisfail, Cardwell, and now is headed towards Tully - i.e. further south and closer towards Townsville (my place). Everyone's been harping on about how its course has been "unnaturally straight", but reality states otherwise: everyone in Townsville is slowly getting that massive sweat drop at their temples - the one all anime characters seem to have as they get increasingly nervous.
It's pretty - I'll give you that. It kind of makes me wish I was married, I mean, you get an excuse to spend a day with your significant other in ridiculously close quarters, and, ahem, there are ways to save space. You get an excuse to have a romantic candlelit dinner, or watch a movie (only if you have a MacBook Pro, the rest have shit battery life) and so on.
Here's some pictures to keep you entertained.
|Ross River, 1/2/11|
|My new greenhouse, in my ex-lounge room|
|Cyclone preparations - where having an all-glass dining room is suddenly not so fun.|