I lost my fight with
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So, I was talking to a friend today about hurricanes. We were originally discussing Rita (I haven't been watching the news, so was caught off-guard when my mother told me my aunt had evacuated the Florida Keys, where she was on vacation). However, from there we speculated on the badness that will happen if Rita brushes by New Orleans, and What Ever Became of Ophelia, Anyway?, and something occurred to us:
Lately we've been talking big about Ophelia, Katrina, and Rita. The boys - Philippe, for example, and wasn't Nate the other one? - haven't gotten much attention, because they've really just meandered around without getting anywhere. Our conclusion: PMS is responsible for the massive coastal damage. Meanwhile, the gentlemen hurricanes have quite clearly refused to stop and ask directions.
Ah, sexism. How do I love thee.
Meanwhile, I have decided that my own Mary-Sue Fanfiction (see previous post, Super-Special Me versus Ordinary Me) involve the mysterious relocation of a super-sexy samurai from Some Famous Anime to the China Exhibit of the Memphis Zoo, where he will be very confused in this modern world until he meets me and (of course) becomes smitten.