Well... Hurricane Isabel has come and gone and like most has left me unimpressed. A bit of wind and a bit of rain. A tree fell on my house but barely cracked the roof. One supposes that serious drama is the exclusive province of those glamorous trailer home dwellers. I lost electricity which was quite irritating. Finally more out of boredom than daredevilry I spent a couple of hours walking out into the storm enjoying nature's might, and then briskly walking back into the house when the wind kicked up. Over and over again... like a cuckoo clock...
Finally I retired to a novel and some of Scotland's finest. Once again combustion proves itself superior over electricity.

On a lighter note, I became an uncle twice over this weekend. My niece, whose name is Isabel (no jackass questions please) came on Sunday. She shares a birthday with Bill Murray which I think is cool and with Ricki Lake who we can only hope will be buried by the sands of obscurity by the time she can be ridiculed without her mother hitting you.

The 21st is also the day NASA sent Galileo rocketing into Jupiter. Sent to its fiery death after years of loyal service on the day my niece was born. Fans of the 2001 series may feel free to run with that little fact.

Oh and a little BTW for all you people who like I were dispointed by science's inability to deliver us practical flying cars like in Back to the Future. Check this out. I'm sure I had a toy that did this....