Thursday, June 30, 2016

O.M.G.! A Terrible Awful Horrible Natural Disaster!

I know, I'm too mean about the tee-vee news. But I mean well. And what I mean is that this should be the look on your face (your faces, eh?) every single time you watch the tee-vee news.


We had a real wuss of a very mild thunderstorm last evening. According to the tee-vee news it was a disaster of epic proportions!

I tried to embed that but I'm too stupid to figure it out. The thrust of the (can't think of a good enough word) story is that we Kimball Folk barely avoided death at the hands of Terrible Awful Horrible Natural Disaster last night.

#SMH #FacePalm #PleaseShootMe #GagMeWithAShovel #TheyShootHorsesDon'tThey


The #megatsunamiendoftheworldstorm lasted 23 minutes. There were four (possibly five!) claps of thunder. We got just over half an inch of rain, accompanied by a light smattering of pea-sized hail.

There was a single gust of wind clocked at 47 mph. That gust was enough to knock down a pair of three-sided, lightly constructed pole sheds. When I say three-sided, I mean roofed pole sheds with walls on three sides, open on the fourth side. These sheds were built about like a kids "fort." Light wooden frames with metal sheathing nailed on. Such structures are not uncommon around here. They provide temporary shelter for a few years, then get blown to flinders when a wind gust hits them just right.

Now you might be saying to yourself, "Well, that's Nebraska, lots of morons there, what do you expect?"

You might even be right.

Or, perhaps I'm right when I surmise that all of the tee-vee news is just as hyped, sensationalized, overblown, disingenuous, and outright dishonest.

Are you sure the news you watch is honest and objective?

Are you really sure?

I mean, you know these people lie about everything, all the time, right?

I guess I don't really know what else to say.

Took the picture this morning on the south unit while I was scouting grass. If I didn't have a place of refuge in the real world, a place to flee to from the land of the loonytune, I'm quite sure I'd just cut my throat.

In other news, the #veryaveragerainfall from the #veryvanillastorm put us #DeadNormalPrecipForJune.

That is all.


  1. You need to box up those owls, and send them to Chris Goodrich, so they can show his egret where to get off. They look surly enough to handle an egret!

    1. Ha! They look a little bit like Croat Light Horse, don't they?

    2. Hahaha!

      Yes, send me an owl. I want to be able to say, "I received an owl this morning..."

      Releasing my inner Harry Potter.

  2. I attempted to watch the TV today. Far too many commercials for things I neither want (nor need) and far too many sensational claims of something, something, mumble, something.

    I did have fun watching a goldfinch this morning, so I've got that going for me...

  3. "News"= Goebbels' propaganda. I don't watch it. It is no longer trustworthy. I try to interpret events based on blog posts. Neither trusting, nor distrusting each. The truth is somewhere in between. The "news"? Nah! The reality is somewhere to the right of where they're preaching. FTA!!!