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Chav hurricanes
Aug. 15th, 2007 07:37 amJust as you thought it was safe to go back into the water, a hurricane in the Atlantic finally looks like it will get going.
"Dean" isn't even a hurricane yet. It's a tropical storm, But its path looks distinctly messy for the Caribbean (I hope no-one is flying off today for a holiday in Grenada).
And the thing about the Caribbean is that it is too insignificant a landmass to seriously reduce the strength of a hurricane, which can then regroup in the Caribbean Sea and slam into Jamaica, or Haiti, or Cuba.
None of which most insurers give a shit about, of course. As underwriters say "if the phrase 'Gulf of Mexico' fails to appear, you can fuck off".
To bash into Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas, Alabama, or the Gulf coast of Florida, the path of the hurricane has to be a bit like a ball on one of those primitive pinball machines -- snake through the gaps without falling into the hole. The US may dislike Castro, but it must love Cuba (and Haiti/Dominican Republic) for taking the strength away from many of the hurricanes that would otherwise make those parts of the US virtually uninhabitable between May and October.
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An odd thing happened yesterday at the dentist. Although I wasn't panicking, the instant that the dentist went near the gap in my gum with one of those probey things, I shied away with a Pavlovian reaction worthy of a horse near a fire. On the other side of the mouth, I was fine, and the wires were tightened up on the brace and to the chain attaching to the impacted tooth on the right-hand side, no problem. But clearly that horrible experience a couple of weeks ago has left a mental scar affecting the impacted tooth on the left. She had to leave it alone. I explained that I wasn't currently in any pain there -- it was just an association with the pain felt at the time when he started stitching up after the anaesthetic had worn off.
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It was back to the normal "play for two hours and nothing happens" last night. The games were fairly nitty and of the 391 hands I played, 391 seemed to play themselves. I guess one should be content with $30 profit from that kind of night (and, in a way, I am), but it could hardly be called "exciting".
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"Dean" isn't even a hurricane yet. It's a tropical storm, But its path looks distinctly messy for the Caribbean (I hope no-one is flying off today for a holiday in Grenada).
And the thing about the Caribbean is that it is too insignificant a landmass to seriously reduce the strength of a hurricane, which can then regroup in the Caribbean Sea and slam into Jamaica, or Haiti, or Cuba.
None of which most insurers give a shit about, of course. As underwriters say "if the phrase 'Gulf of Mexico' fails to appear, you can fuck off".
To bash into Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas, Alabama, or the Gulf coast of Florida, the path of the hurricane has to be a bit like a ball on one of those primitive pinball machines -- snake through the gaps without falling into the hole. The US may dislike Castro, but it must love Cuba (and Haiti/Dominican Republic) for taking the strength away from many of the hurricanes that would otherwise make those parts of the US virtually uninhabitable between May and October.
++++++++
An odd thing happened yesterday at the dentist. Although I wasn't panicking, the instant that the dentist went near the gap in my gum with one of those probey things, I shied away with a Pavlovian reaction worthy of a horse near a fire. On the other side of the mouth, I was fine, and the wires were tightened up on the brace and to the chain attaching to the impacted tooth on the right-hand side, no problem. But clearly that horrible experience a couple of weeks ago has left a mental scar affecting the impacted tooth on the left. She had to leave it alone. I explained that I wasn't currently in any pain there -- it was just an association with the pain felt at the time when he started stitching up after the anaesthetic had worn off.
++++++++
It was back to the normal "play for two hours and nothing happens" last night. The games were fairly nitty and of the 391 hands I played, 391 seemed to play themselves. I guess one should be content with $30 profit from that kind of night (and, in a way, I am), but it could hardly be called "exciting".
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