I just found out a few minutes ago from my brother's blog that Hurricane Ike is headed straight for the Texas coast - and thus, my parents. My mom has evacuated, and I haven't been able to track down my dad yet. It's times like this when I really wish we had actual TV channels at home, so I could easily keep tabs on this damn monster.
When I was a kid, I used to think that a hurricane was a big candy cane floating around the sky. Unfortunately, life is not like Candyland. Hurricanes are pretty awful to live through. Back in 2003, Hurricane Claudette wreaked havoc on my hometown. I had moved away by that point but came to visit the next month. I took a lot of pictures of the damage - which reminds me, where's that damn scanner I've been wanting for years now?
The point is, Hurricane Claudette was only a Category 1 storm, and it did a shitload of damage. Ike is already a Category 2 storm and is projected to become at least a Category 4. The very famous Hurricane Katrina was a Category 3.
Yeah, I'm freaking out.