I have come to the conclusion that Southern California exists in a different universe than the rest of the country. I mean, ignore for a moment the fact that there are people here who are so gorgeous that they cannot possibly be of this Earth, but this whole weather thing is just proving my point completely.
The top of the hour story on the morning newscasts has been this rain—or, as I’ve seen on the TV chyrons, “Strange Weather” and “Weird Weather.” Rain! Thunder! Lightning! My God, it’s the end of life as we know it! Pack up the kids and head for the hills! We are experiencing weather that other people do around the country, but heaven forbid it happen in the land of Beautiful where it’s always, well, pleasant.
It’s like Los Angeles has become an insane asylum, and all the mental patients are just roaming the grounds freely. People are already driving off the side of the road, traffic is already grinding to a standstill, and area pets are freaking out. Me? I’m just hoping it rains long enough for me to score the Poor Man’s Car Wash on my way to work.
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