I still laugh my ass off at how big a bunch of pussies people in LA turn into when it rains.

yeah, we’re all a bunch of pussies until the power goes off for five hours and you can’t watch your Alias episode because it’s trapped in the DVD player. Yeah, we’ll see who is crying then.

We always call stuff like that “Windstorm 98!” from (IIRC) an old MadTV episode featuring a newscast where they were freaking out about a breezy day.

There is, however, a real danger with mudslides and flash floods up in the San Berdoo mountains right now, post-fires. A vicious cycle. Drought -> fire danger -> big fire -> deforestation + rain = mudslides.

Remember when people died over the holidays when the mudslides trapped & killed people in their homes? So sad that the people who didn’t lose their houses to the fires in October ended up losing their houses due to mudslides a few months later.

But you’re right. People in the city are whiny ass bitches about the rain. I’m one of them.

I’ve always marveled at the ability of the Los Angeles drainage system to take over 4 1/2 INCHES of rain before flooding every intersection in North Hollywood.