Saturday, August 30, 2008

On Gustav

I've purposely been avoiding any mention of Gustav. This isn't something I often admit, but I'm scared. Three years after the worst disaster in American history, there's another bullet screaming down the breach straight toward us. Thinking about it gives me nausea. So I think my silence on the subject is understandable. At least that is what I tell myself.

In the real world beyond my fears, Cindy has packed up and is preparing to leave tomorrow. She will take the kids to her family's farm in Hattiesburg. I have to stay. We're closing my property in the morning. We have to shut down the gaming floor, run all the reports, save the databases, run backups, and black out the datacenter. The hourly cost having our property empty would cost me half a decade of salary. Again, that is per hour. So no matter where Gustav hits, it is going to be extremely expensive for us.

But a man's got to do what a man's got to do, regardless of pitiless nature.To quote The Bard:

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, and germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!
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