So, an exciting afternoon here at the Rabel household. Storm blew thru and lightning hit the house next door about 20 feet from my house. Blew a couple of slats off the eave of his house, scorched the gutters.
Booooom it went. I mean really, really booooooom. My house shook. I did not wet myself. I promise.
It seems to have come into my house thru the cable. Blew out my cable box, modem and apparently the tuner on my big screen. Fuck me. No other problems.
Desperation has led me to learn how to set-up the phone as a WiFi hot spot. Cool. It works. Data usage cost will be an issue until I get everything replaced. Fuck me.
My grandmother was in a house struck by lightening and this caused a psychological lightening-related disorder that was never corrected. *whap* Grasshopper, we call this one astraphobia. *whap whap* That's Kwai Chang Caine to you, Master Po, and astraphobia is fear of lightening AND thunder, you must mean keraunophobia for lightning *whap, whap, punch* No, Cainehopper I meant brontophobia for immobilizing fear of thunder. She'd shut all the windows as if that would do anything so everyone suffered in the stifling air and insufferable heat. Finally my dad said, "Mum, I'm taking the kids out of this heat!" So out of his family house in Bethlehem and into the car and off into the storm we went, Dad mad as h-e-double lightning bolts to one those cafes that looks like a shiny aluminum mobile home in art deco air flow design and had American hamburgers and fantastic French fries cooked in lard with the storm raging outside in the dark of the night. I WANTED the metal cafe to be hit by lightning like an airplane with us in it. I couldn't imagine anything more fantastic than that cafe lighting right up with us inside it eating hamburgers. I had a great time. But the adults were having a drag.
The stills look like a smoke ring, but the ring holds together coherently too long for it to be any sort of smoke ring I've ever seen. Also, the way it breaks apart makes it look like it had some tangible physicality to it. I'm guessing someone came up with a way to float a large paper ring by setting it on fire somehow, and we're watching something slowly combust while floating on the breeze.
Unless it's just somebody dicking with found footage to make it look like it's much higher and slower than it actually was. Which is entirely possible, "RT" is a Russian propaganda arm, no doubt screwing around on something neat but meaningless to pull clicks to their "why Ukrainians suck" stories.
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God enjoying a macanudo.
Um, that's a smoke ring. I've seen them many times. You can even see part of the path it took while rising.
Here's other examples.
So, an exciting afternoon here at the Rabel household. Storm blew thru and lightning hit the house next door about 20 feet from my house. Blew a couple of slats off the eave of his house, scorched the gutters.
Booooom it went. I mean really, really booooooom. My house shook. I did not wet myself. I promise.
It seems to have come into my house thru the cable. Blew out my cable box, modem and apparently the tuner on my big screen. Fuck me. No other problems.
Desperation has led me to learn how to set-up the phone as a WiFi hot spot. Cool. It works. Data usage cost will be an issue until I get everything replaced. Fuck me.
Wow.
Listening to the game on the radio. Seems like old times.
Doooook.
My grandmother was in a house struck by lightening and this caused a psychological lightening-related disorder that was never corrected. *whap* Grasshopper, we call this one astraphobia.
*whap whap* That's Kwai Chang Caine to you, Master Po, and astraphobia is fear of lightening AND thunder, you must mean keraunophobia for lightning
*whap, whap, punch* No, Cainehopper I meant brontophobia for immobilizing fear of thunder. She'd shut all the windows as if that would do anything so everyone suffered in the stifling air and insufferable heat. Finally my dad said, "Mum, I'm taking the kids out of this heat!" So out of his family house in Bethlehem and into the car and off into the storm we went, Dad mad as h-e-double lightning bolts to one those cafes that looks like a shiny aluminum mobile home in art deco air flow design and had American hamburgers and fantastic French fries cooked in lard with the storm raging outside in the dark of the night. I WANTED the metal cafe to be hit by lightning like an airplane with us in it. I couldn't imagine anything more fantastic than that cafe lighting right up with us inside it eating hamburgers. I had a great time. But the adults were having a drag.
Wow indeed.
Hang in there Rabel.
Thanks, Lem. I would respond with something of a religious nature, but don't want to press my luck.
The stills look like a smoke ring, but the ring holds together coherently too long for it to be any sort of smoke ring I've ever seen. Also, the way it breaks apart makes it look like it had some tangible physicality to it. I'm guessing someone came up with a way to float a large paper ring by setting it on fire somehow, and we're watching something slowly combust while floating on the breeze.
Unless it's just somebody dicking with found footage to make it look like it's much higher and slower than it actually was. Which is entirely possible, "RT" is a Russian propaganda arm, no doubt screwing around on something neat but meaningless to pull clicks to their "why Ukrainians suck" stories.
I am sure there is an fairly unspectacular explanation for this ring, but it is still spectacular to see.
It looks like a horizontal circular tornado. You can see dust coming out of it, but I wonder why it's black?
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