They say that tornadoes are the "finger of god."
My friends, I'm here to tell you that Hurricane Frances could be all four tires of God's blinged-out Hummer.
Three days from landfall and that huge beeyach is already a Category 4. God knows what she'll become once she takes a huge, deep toke on the Gulf Stream and the warm, shallow waters of the Bahama shoal. Imagine a pre-TrimSpa Anna Nicole Smith loaded up on Percodan and Jack Daniels and waving a gun while shopping for crystal at the Baccarat store.
My prediction: She's going to make Charley look like a walk in the park.
Still, I have to say it's a beautiful storm. If you can divorce your emotions from the fact that it will ruin lives - not to mention end them prematurely - it's a spectacularly beautiful creature. No doubt about it.
But I'm having a little trouble absorbing that beauty when I see the forecast track:
Just a little jog to the west/southwest and I'd have an unwelcome weekend guest.
But I have to say I'm noticing a similarity between the infrared version of the storm and a certain logo:
"Imagine a pre-TrimSpa Anna Nicole Smith loaded up on Percodan and Jack Daniels and waving a gun while shopping for crystal at the Baccarat store." LOL!
Posted by: Cupie at September 1, 2004 06:46 PM