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Hurricane Irene: powerful enough to pull a drunk idiot’s jams down on live TV.
And here I thought “waving my dick in the wind” was just a figure of speech.
Or a Ween song.
I’m of two minds about this kind of thing. On the one hand, I do feel bad for Eric Fisher – not because he got streaked on live television, but because it’s hard to get people to take hurricanes seriously when you’ve got people behind you cavorting about in it making fun of you.
On the other hand, you could think of it as an almost admirable irreverence to the forces of nature. In fact, you probably couldn't ask for a better metaphor of the American spirit than preparing for a major hurricane by drinking a lot of alcohol then running around naked in it screaming “FUCK YOU IRENE! YOU DON’T SCARE ME! THESE COLORS DON'T RUN!”
Okay, to be fair, it’s not a particularly American thing. Here in Hong Kong (where we have typhoons on a fairly regular basis – there's one just across from us right now about to pound Taiwan), every time a typhoon hits us, we always get about 20 or so people who grab surfboards head straight for the nearest beach to take advantage of the bitchin’ waves. And it’s hard to be critical when you live in a city so used to typhoons that for most people, it’s not so much a grave danger as a potential day off work.
I guess there’s a thrillseeker/adrenaline junkie aspect to it – hey, I’ve walked around in big storms too, and no one ever said it wasn’t a kick.
Also, given that the TV media has a reputation for assuming the worst possible outcome of just about anything and milk it for maximum drama, I’m sure at least some of those people just figure they’re making hurricanes sound more dangerous than they really are. (The fact that Irene hasn’t quite lived up to the hype – sure, it’s killed at least 18 people so far and caused billions of dollars in damage, but that’s hardly apocalyptic – will probably reinforce that.)
Or maybe the naked guys in the Weather Channel broadcast are Ron Paul fans.
Anyway, the upshot of all this that while I understand what drives people to play around in heavy weather, I do think they deserve whatever they get. If Penis Guy ends up a casualty of Irene, sign him up for a Darwin. Buy the ticket, take the ride, as Dr Thompson said.
Lost in the sauce once again,
This is dF
And here I thought “waving my dick in the wind” was just a figure of speech.
Or a Ween song.
I’m of two minds about this kind of thing. On the one hand, I do feel bad for Eric Fisher – not because he got streaked on live television, but because it’s hard to get people to take hurricanes seriously when you’ve got people behind you cavorting about in it making fun of you.
On the other hand, you could think of it as an almost admirable irreverence to the forces of nature. In fact, you probably couldn't ask for a better metaphor of the American spirit than preparing for a major hurricane by drinking a lot of alcohol then running around naked in it screaming “FUCK YOU IRENE! YOU DON’T SCARE ME! THESE COLORS DON'T RUN!”
Okay, to be fair, it’s not a particularly American thing. Here in Hong Kong (where we have typhoons on a fairly regular basis – there's one just across from us right now about to pound Taiwan), every time a typhoon hits us, we always get about 20 or so people who grab surfboards head straight for the nearest beach to take advantage of the bitchin’ waves. And it’s hard to be critical when you live in a city so used to typhoons that for most people, it’s not so much a grave danger as a potential day off work.
I guess there’s a thrillseeker/adrenaline junkie aspect to it – hey, I’ve walked around in big storms too, and no one ever said it wasn’t a kick.
Also, given that the TV media has a reputation for assuming the worst possible outcome of just about anything and milk it for maximum drama, I’m sure at least some of those people just figure they’re making hurricanes sound more dangerous than they really are. (The fact that Irene hasn’t quite lived up to the hype – sure, it’s killed at least 18 people so far and caused billions of dollars in damage, but that’s hardly apocalyptic – will probably reinforce that.)
Or maybe the naked guys in the Weather Channel broadcast are Ron Paul fans.
Anyway, the upshot of all this that while I understand what drives people to play around in heavy weather, I do think they deserve whatever they get. If Penis Guy ends up a casualty of Irene, sign him up for a Darwin. Buy the ticket, take the ride, as Dr Thompson said.
Lost in the sauce once again,
This is dF
