Taking the crazy train to Nashville
Guess what I HERD this morning …
Seems there’s some solar storm shooting toward earth. It could cause disruptions in GPS systems and power grids. Seeing as how (I hate that phrase, but it seemed to fit) the hubby and I recently watched War of the Worlds, I want to tell you this:
If I get stranded somewhere between the Ohio Valley and Nashville this weekend because giant alien robots start blitzing the earth, I promise to blog about the experience for as long as humanly possible. So stay tuned!
And now you want to know what the heck I’m talking about. You can find info about the solar storm here. It’s real and true and talked about on the news a little. Apparently it started in the early morning hours today, so I think we’re probably safe. You can also preview Tom Cruise in War of the Worlds here. Yes, you probably saw it back in 2005 when it was released. I’ve been busy.
Now that I’ve seen it, though, I’d like to note: if I’m ever chased by exterminating tripod fighting machines I would NEVER. EVER. get on a ferry boat. I probably wouldn’t hang out in a rickety basement with a crazy man, either. And how on earth does he lose the kids?!
Also — when they’re driving cross-country in that minivan and they make a pit stop in the serene woods by the river — remember that part? I would have stayed there. Right? Few people! Those machines are targeting the cities so WHY HEAD FOR BOSTON?! I realize the mother is there, but for heaven sake keep the kids away until the danger clears. The whole movie frustrated me. Sorry H.G. Wells and Spielberg, but I think a rural route mother with three kids and half a brain should rewrite this story. She probably has a whole pantry full of food and candles and matches and supplies and ammo. I’m positive she wouldn’t head out of one metropolitan area, buzz through the back country and willingly drive into another alien-infested city. Crazy!
And perhaps so am I. Which is probably why a road trip is a good idea, or maybe not. There will be three crazies ladies stuck together in the car for 9 hours. We’ll meet up with another crazy broad in Tennessee. Be afraid, Nashville. Be very afraid.