Rita

I never thought we'd have to worry about a hurricane living in Dallas, but here we are. The forecast isn't as gloomy as it was yesterday, but it's probably going to rain "like a cow peeing on a flat rock" as my grandma would say. And the satellite will probably go out during NFL Sunday Ticket which will depress me, but at least we'll be safe. I do middays for a station in Tyler and it looks like they're going to get drenched. But then my forecasts for my midday show in Farmington, New Mexico are sunny and 86. Nice.

I wonder how much of the hysteria is created by the media. I'm sure the hurricane will have a negative effect on gas prices, but I wonder if all the talk yesterday helped drain the gas stations around Dallas/Fort Worth and contribute to what seems to be a shortage now. Which is real -- the shortage or the fear of a shortage? I've never seen so many pumps with the little out-of-service baggies on them. Michael Blake and Cruz both waited 45 minutes for gas last night, and I just passed about seven gas stations on the way home that were completely sold out. I finally got some super premium at a 7/11 near the house after waiting for about ten minutes. I've never come close to using super premium before. Stop the madness I say.

We still don't have a refrigerator, it's a crapshoot finding gas, and there's a hurricane brewing, but life is still good! We may go to happy hour with Angela's boss tonight just to celebrate life dang it, and we may go to a movie tomorrow. We want to see Just Like Heaven, but Angela has a major thing for Jodie Foster so we may go see Flightplan instead. Otherwise we'll hang at the house. Hey, quality time!