DOOMSTORMWATCH 2010 WITH DOPPLERDOPPLERDOPPPLER -- pt 4

So I called Delta Customer Service this morning to check my flight status.  I suspect I may not have been the first...

DOOMSTORMWATCH 2010 WITH DOPPLERDOPPLERDOPPPLER -- pt 3

 Things have taken a grim turn at the McEnroe storm redoubt.  The pizzerias aren't delivering and the men are reduced to desperate forays out back in the darkness and gale-force winds to scavenge non-alcoholic beers from the over-drifted porch cache as the blizzard claws at the siding.

The food situation is becoming awkward.  Certain parties have been caught staring at the plumper nieces and nephews and fingering the matched set of Ginsu carving knives on the kitchen counter.

I will try to keep this journal going for as long as my last real beer holds out.

I'm saying a prayer, John, I'm saying a prayer for the whole world...

DOOMSTORMWATCH 2010 WITH DOPPLERDOPPLERDOPPPLER -- pt 2

Things have taken a turn for the worse at the McEnroe household.  The liquor remains buried in the snow out back, and roaming packs of polar bears, angry at not being declared endangered, are intercepting even 4WD deliveries from the beer distributor...

...while the icy winter hell contiues to stalk suburbia...

...and we're forced to burn limbs off our wooden Al Gore Collectible Cigar Store Indian (A Franklin Mint Collectible!) for warmth.  We're assuming it's our cigar store Al... anyway, it stopped fighting and screaming after the second limb...

DOOMSTORMWATCH 2010 WITH DOPPLERDOPPLERDOPPPLER

Three branches of the family have regathered in one house to share heat and eke out survival via massed Christmas leftovers.

The relatives are reacting with suprising harmony and self-control. Yes, the dog has been killed, but at least it was properly skinned and hung outside to air-freeze pending need.

There has been a brief argument as someone just realized the leftover beer and wine was left out on the back deck and is now buried in snow, but so far hostilities have not brok