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I can't keep this stuff to myself

I choose YOU, Hurricane Charley!

As Tommy has mentioned, it hasn't even been a week yet, and already fingers are being pointed as to who's fault Hurricane Charley is.

No, really. Then again, with a pricetag at 11 billion and climbing, I guess someone really should take the fall for this.

Aside from a serious potential as Michael Moore's next documentary topic (What is the Bush family's secret connection to Mother Nature?), some blame the media, and a few apparently want to blame the National Hurricane Center.

Well, in a shocking display of candor, the National Hurricane Center says surprise! Meteorology is, at best, an inexact science - and because of that, warnings had been issued up and down the west coast of Florida, including the Ft. Myers/Punta Gorda area. Which means those residents who feel the state was caught by surprise were more interested in the forecast than the warnings they were given. I don't recall seeing anything said from any information source that guaranteed you would be fine unless you lived in the Tampa Bay area, or anywhere along the original projected track.

Then again, most of these are "Letters to the Editor" - usually, these are inane ramblings from people who have more time than sense, tossing their random idiotic thoughts out there where people will, hope against hope, read them and agree with them - because deep down, we all want to be loved and respected for being pompus, self-righteous losers.

I wouldn't know anything about that, natch - I'm a blogger, and everyone knows what I say is not only true, it's perfect in every way. Or not. But at least I'm not blaming people for the results of nature's wrath.

But since we, as a society, seem to need a target upon which to finger as the source of our miseries, both individual and collective, I've come up with something to help those of you who haven't quite settled on your target for your wrath - I call it...the Blaminator! Please, utilize the following simple form, which allows you to both settle and reinforce your fears, phobias, and desires.

Beauty Rejoins Her Beast

"Oh no, it wasn't the airplanes. It was beauty killed the beast."Theatre Patron 1: Hey, what's this show about, anyway?

Theatre Patron 2: I don't know - they say it's some big gorilla.

Theatre Patron 1: Oh, geez - ain't we got enough of them in New York?

I know that some of you are still mourning the passing of the original - after all, who can forget a man who once held a woman hostage with a hot crack pipe - but yesterday we lost someone a bit more important. Fay Wray died yesterday of heart complications at age 96. Groundbreaking for it's time, King Kong is still one of the most influential monster movies of all time, and paved the way for the B-movie science fiction/horror genre in the decades to follow. Fay Wray, playing the poor wanna-be actress Ann Darrow, earned her place among Hollywood's most recognizable people for her performance - granted, it was one who's lines were ninety percent screams, but who can watch that movie and not remember that performance? Besides, anyone who can star opposite a monkey and steal the monkey's spotlight - well, let's just say I find that impressive.