Not a Joke

It always freaks me out when people make light of potentially catastrophic events. It just feels like tempting fate. Though yes, above pictured is hilarious and I kick myself thoroughly for not making it first. Either way, I feel an odd guilt not being in Brooklyn while it hurricanes. You’ll recall or not recall that with last year’s Bore-icane, Irene, I evacuated. This year, everyone is sitting tight, cozying up and turning what could be the beginning of the end of the world into a really good excuse to drink wine all day and eat lots of marshmallows.  I’m thousands of miles away in an LA that is creepily cheery and warm while the east coast drowns. I want to be there with all of you, inside and warm and terrified. Please be safe!

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