Welcome to Oxley.
I wake up this morning to the sound of choppers and trucks, and decide to get the morning paper, figuring that while people are clearly panicking over the news, it has largely missed Oxley. Otherwise the street out the front of my house would be underwater, and it isn't.
But as I am strolling along, I can't help but notice a vast mob of Oxley residents walking down one street
; specifically, the street right beside my own. So I follow them, trudging down the road, and through a gap in the trees I see a horizon filled with water.
My relatives in Ipswich and Bellbowrie have lost power, and I have absolutely no idea how long Oxley will have power too. Not that it matters - I think it's about time to gtfo
of Oxley. So, my dear chickens, this is not a wry, tongue-in-cheek comment on the mass hysteria of the situation, nor is it a 'just-in-case', 'better-safe-than-sorry' signpost to warn of a slightly possible but not-very-likely disaster.
I will actually be going on hiatus. No Buckethead, no MSPA, no nothing until further notice.
Stay cool, guys.