EDIT: Looks like BOM have removed Ellie’s tracking image thing. So there’s no image for you to watch anymore.
That heading is bad. Really bad. If you didn’t bother reading to the end of my last post, and haven’t been listening to your local ABC today – you may not be aware there’s a cyclone coming for North Queensland. It’s no big deal. Unless you haven’t been in a cyclone before, then perhaps you should tape up your windows, fill your baths with water (unless they’re outdoors – then there’s a dengue risk), buy lots of canned food, batteries and candles (although you should read this first).
What I think is particularly funny about cyclones is what it reveals about the inner psyche of North Queensland. North Queensland is demographically bi-polar. A 50/50 split between “locals” (those who have been here all their lives, or for longer than 20 years) and us “ring ins” who are here for a couple of years of “career progression” only to pull up stumps and leave. Townsville has a massively transient population thanks to the army, the university and the mining industry. It makes for an interesting dynamic all year round – but particularly when there’s a storm brewing.
There are two reactions to a cyclone’s impending intersection with the coast line. The understated approach, preferred by locals, where you insult “ring ins” for making a fuss. Point out “this is only a category one”. We’ve been through much bigger before. Pick up potential flying objects from your yard, and go about your daily business almost as usual.
The other reaction is what leads to mile long lines at the grocery store and a region wide shortage of milk and survival equiptment.
I subscribe to my friends Facebook status updates via RSS (which is pretty cool because it gets around the workplace Facebook ban) – and I’m thinking that I might collate responses to cyclone related Facebook status updates to use social networking to report impending disaster – that’s the done thing these days. What do you think Facebook friends/blog readers? Is this a horrible invasion of your privacy – I’m looking at you Leah and Stuss.
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Dear Readers,
I don’t like to beg. Really. It is so unbecoming. Desperate even.
I’m getting more visitors than ever before to this blog. And less comments.
Why don’t you comment? Don’t you love me? Am I boring you?
It’s really not that hard to comment. Is it? You don’t even have to have anything useful to say. Is it because I used to insult commenters I disagreed with? I’m a changed man. Promise. Try me.
I do get a lot of comments from people trying to sell Xanax and viagra. But that’s no good for the self esteem.
It makes me sad.
Is there a topic that would evoke more comments? Something that would generate a “buzz” or some controversy maybe?
That’s enough grovelling for now. And pandering. Don’t make me use my sad eyes.
January 30, 2009