My last Gustav post

It’s been a long week, friends, but we’re back home. I just wanted to give you one last post updating you on the status of my family and friends who’ve been impacted by this storm. At home, almost no damage. Fallen branches, fallen shingles — absolutely nothing compared to what could have happened. I’ve gotten in touch with all of my family and it doesn’t sound like anyone suffered any real damage, thank goodness.

I spoke to my podcasting partner Chase just a little while ago, and he informed me that the Secret Lair is also out of power. Amazingly, the storm blew open the front door and blew a tree into the house, so the rugs are soaked and there’s a tree in the living room, but no other damage. However, it may be weeks until Chase has electricity again. Because of the havoc Gustav caused, both in terms of damage, power loss, and total upheaval to our work schedules, it will be a few weeks before Chase and I can resume a regular podcasting schedule. Until then, I’ll try to post a mini-episode once in a while to keep up with you guys, and I’ll be sure to let you know right here as soon as we’re back full-time.

Mike’s house also suffered very minor damage, lost shingles and the like, as did Kenny’s apartment. Neither of our emergency back-up geeks have power at the moment, and Mike will be busy the next few weeks helping his parents, who lost their roof in the storm. Jason’s house came out fine, and the good people at BSI Comics are back and open for business. The comics that were supposed to come out last Wednesday will be available tomorrow, and the new stuff for this week will be out Wednesday as usual.

As I write this, I don’t know the status of either of the plays I’m involved with. Hamlet was supposed to go on at the Houma Civic Center, which I understand got hit pretty hard. The cast and crew of this play have worked as hard as anyone I’ve ever seen in theater, and I’d hate to think they would have to give it up. As for my show, Bless Me, Father, our facilities came through the storm pretty much intact, but at the moment, we have no power. I don’t know if we’ll have the time to finish rehearsing, build the set… y’know, everything that needs to be done. And even if we do, I don’t know if the parks service will make us reschedule. While we were out, though, my sister Heather put the finishing touches on the Playhouse’s new website. You can look for updates there at ThibodauxPlayhouse.Org. As for work, I’m scheduled to go back Friday to get the school ready in anticipation of our students returning on Monday.

Thanks to everyone who sent us well-wishes during the storm. Now let’s just hope we don’t need them again next week for Ike.

Odds and Ends:

Just a few other things I wanted to mention before I go. First of all, sorry there was no chapter of Summer Love last week. I’m sure you all understand. But chapter 12 will be online tomorrow, Sept. 8. I promise.

Next, I was really sad this week to hear about the passing of Bill Melendez. Melendez was the animator and producer who teamed up with Charles M. Schulz to turn the legendary Peanuts comic strip into a series of legendary animated specials. A Charlie Brown Christmas, It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown… these masterpieces wouldn’t have been made without Melendez’s talents. He was one of the greats, and it’ll be a sadder place without him.

And finally, although I didn’t get my comics last week, I still managed to turn out a couple of reviews. One novel, one book of essays, and one graphic novel, respectively, courtesy of the Amazon vine program:

• The Unnameables by Ellen Booraem
• My Custom Van by Michael Ian Black
• The Alcoholic by Jonathan Ames & Dean Haspiel

Gustav: The Return

Hey, everyone. As I type this, on the afternoon of September 4, I’m still at my Uncle Wally’s house in Folsom, Louisiana. A lot of us wound up here — I came with my parents and my sister and brother-in-law, while Wally and my aunt Aimee were entertaining her mother and three of their four children… not to mention their cat and three dogs, plus the three cats we brought with us. We were in tight quarters for a while.

On Sunday evening and into Monday morning, we watched the news as Gustav made landfall. We kept our fingers crossed and prayed for our family and friends elsewhere. As the day progressed, we managed to make contact — via cell phone or text message — with just about everyone we knew in the danger zone. By the time the power went out on Monday, we were feeling better. We barbecued in the wind for dinner and went to sleep just after the power came back on… then it killed again until the next morning.

My father went home on Tuesday to check out the neighborhood. The rest of us stayed behind, knowing that we had no power or sewerage service back home. We still have power here, and just a little while ago, our Internet connection was finally restored. As of now, we’re still here in Folsom for the same reason: no power back home means, in the southern Louisiana heat, no air conditioning. And as none of us will be going back to work until next week at the earliest, we’re not in a rush to get back.

I may be out of work even longer. Central Lafourche High School, where I teach, is in one of the parishes hit hardest, and although the storm wasn’t nearly the Katrina-level disaster some predicted, it will still be weeks before power is restored to some areas of the parish. The school likely already has power back — it’s on the same grid as nearby St. Anne’s Hospital and, as such, the first place they restore — but many of our students are still scattered to the four winds. I have to admit, I wonder if I’ll be losing any of my kids whose parents decide just not to come back from this one.

Heather and I have contacted most of the cast of our play and talked to them about when we’re getting back (short answer: I don’t know). Chase and Jenny are still in Texas, and we know their home in Golden Meadow was damaged. Mike, Kim and Kenny were all in Atlanta for Dragon Con, so while their homes were in the bull’s-eye, they dodged the bullet. I hope they all come home to what they left behind. Jason and Andrea wound up in Jackson, Mississippi with her parents, and their home in Luling is safe as well. My brother, sister-in-law and her parents rode out the storm in Baton Rouge, which also took a bad hit, but nothing they can’t return from.

All in all, we were lucky. It seems we’ve learned from the mistakes of Katrina — we had the relief efforts in place before the storm this time, we had a governor coordinating everything from evacuation to rescue from the outset, we built the walls higher and tougher (although clearly not high or tough enough), and for the most part, we made it through. Even the city of New Orleans itself handled the evacuation well this time — although the biggest misstep in the handling of Gustav needs to fall on the feet of New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin, and yes, this is the rare instance of me getting political in this blog, and no, it’s not going to be a joke like when I endorsed a candidate to win Last Comic Standing.

Nagin pissed me off.

While everyone was doing their best to stay calm, to keep people from panicking (which is the WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN), Ray Nagin got on television and told people — among other things — that the city of New Orleans was going to be hit by “the storm of the century” (it wasn’t), that the footprint of the storm was 900 miles wide (it wasn’t) and that people would need axes to chop themselves out of their roofs (they didn’t). This at a point where the storm was already weakening to a lesser degree than we had originally feared, about a storm that was about 300 miles wide at its maximum. It’s one thing to try to make people take the storm seriously. A great number of those who died in Katrina could easily have survived if they had simply taken the warnings seriously, and a great number of people who stayed in the city are just damn lucky that this storm wasn’t as bad as Nagin predicted.

But what Nagin did, peddling fear to that degree, is inexcusable. He gave a speech intended to terrify people instead of appeal to their logic, and while some will argue that he did it to try to save lives, it seems to me that a person who isn’t rational enough to leave town for a 300-mile storm is likely to become a serious danger to others if they start to panic over a 900-mile storm. If his words had been heard by more people in the city (most had fled at that point), it easily could have sparked a total collapse of order. It was a mistake, it was a stupid mistake, and Nagin is just lucky that it didn’t cost anybody their life.

The other big mistake, as usual, came in the national news coverage. Prior to the storm, it was doom and gloom, the end of New Orleans, the utter destruction of all we hold dear. After the storm, from what I’m told from friends in other parts of the country, the news is reporting that New Orleans survived, which is true, but they’re not even mentioning the devastation that’s happened in other parts of the state like Baton Rouge, Houma, and Lafourche Parish. These cities, clearly, are not big enough news to report on the people in need there.

Okay, off the soapbox. Hopefully by the time I make it home we’ll have our power and internet connection back online, so I’ll be able to resume a more regular posting schedule. Thanks to everyone who sent out good thoughts and prayers to us during this time of crisis. And let’s just hope that it’ll be a long time before we need them again.

Gustav Update: On the Road

The good news: Gustav weakened overnight. It’s not as strong as they expected it to be at this point.

The bad news: As whatsisname on South Park said, “It’s comin’ right for us!”

We’re loading up and we’ll be on the road soon. Wish us luck.

(Oh, and for those of you expecting a Summer Love chapter tomorrow… sorry, but it’s probably not going to happen. But I promise to pull up next to a lantern with a pen and notebook and work on it longhand.)

Gustav update: all for now…

Okay, folks, here’s the deal:

The storm is a-comin’. That much is obvious. And it’s a nasty one. But it seems like the government is doing a good job of handling it this time. Shows what a difference a competent governor makes, doesn’t it?

First thing in the morning, we’re packing the cars and going to my uncle Wally’s house in Folsom, there to wait out the duration of the storm. After that, there’s no telling. Most certainly, we’ll lose power and Internet connection at home. Possibly, we’ll lose it in Folsom as well. If I can keep the connection, I’ll update this blog as frequently as possible to update you not only on myself, but on any of my family and friends that I’ve gotten information for. In fact, I’ll start it up right now: Chase called me a couple of hours ago and told me he and his family are nearly in Austin, Texas, and safe.

If we lose connection, obviously I won’t be able to update Evertime Realms. I may, however, still be able to make updates to my Twitter feed via my cell phone. Look to the right of this page. See the section at the top of the column that says “Blake on Twitter”? That’s what I’m talking about. So look at that column for my most recent update, and click on it to read all of them. I also freely offer the comment section of this post as a place for people to try to connect with each other and keep track of how everyone is faring. I know after Katrina having an internet connection in our hotel was an absolute godsend. This time, I expect it will be the same way.

Not really anything else to say. Stay safe. Stay dry. Keep us in your prayers. And one way or another, I’ll see you on the flipside.

Gustav Update, Hamlet, Playhouse, Showcase

Lots of stuff to say in this post, so I’m going to get right to it.

First of all: Gustav. Of course, we’re still watching it intently. Some parishes have already called for a mandatory evacuation beginning tomorrow. “Mandatory Evacuation,” however, is kind of misleading. What that really means is “we’re trying to cover our collective butts in case something happens.” We’re watching. We’re keeping an eye out. Are we leaving? We don’t know yet.

No matter what happens, chances are sometime beginning Sunday I’ll be incommunicado. If we stay, there’s a good chance our power and Internet connection will go down for an indeterminate amount of time. If we leave, I will of course take my laptop with me, and I’ll update whenever possible, but there’s no telling when that will be.

In the meantime, we’re doing what everyone else is doing: watching the news, getting supplies, praying.

Also in Gustav news, the production of Hamlet you’ve heard me mention here before. It’s obviously been postponed. The problem, for me at least, is that the only time available at the Civic Center to reschedule the play is the last week of September. Why is that a problem? Because that’s the same time that I’m opening the play I’m directing at the Thibodaux Playhouse, Bless Me Father. So unless something opens up in October and the play can be shifted even further, the inimitable Chuck Boutwell will be performing my role of the Player King for most of the Hamlet run, with me only stepping in for three or four performances.

In happier news, I’ve been informed that I have been nominated for a Thibodaux Playhouse Award for Best Supporting Actor for the play Rumors I was in back in April! This is really cool — I’ve been with the Playhouse for many years now, but this is the first time I’ve been nominated for an acting award. I smile with glee. The awards presentation is currently scheduled for the evening of Sept. 11. Hopefully it’ll go on as planned.

And one last thing — something I’ve been promising 2 in 1 Showcase listeners for months now. I finally figured out how to do it yesterday. It’s not exactly professional quality, but I think it’s nifty.

All Eyes on Gustav

Clearly, it’s too early to know what Hurricane Gustav is going to do. Most predictions say that even if it comes anywhere near the Greater New Orleans area, it’ll take five days to do so. So getting worried about it isn’t really a rational response at this point.

Even more irrational, though, would be to try to pretend it isn’t there.

Ever since Katrina, three years ago, those of us on the Gulf Coast watch these things with a sharper eye than we used to. I still maintain that, in this day and age, death by hurricane is avoidable. We know, literally, days in advance when the storm is coming. We have time to get out. For those who can’t physically move themselves, we should have a competent system in place to evacuate them. (The biggest of the many flaws Katrina exposed, in my opinion, was the total ineptness of the local government in this regard.) Those of us who CAN get out on our own, we’ve got no excuse not to.

Hopefully we won’t have to. Hopefully it’ll take a turn elsewhere, or peter out before it reaches us, or perhaps Superman will swoop down, fly in the opposite direction, and just unwind the sucker. But in case he doesn’t, we’re getting ready. Don’t worry (Erin, I’m talking to you). Me and mine will be okay. I have faith in this.

But we’re going to keep watching.