"he entered the forest and the phantoms came to meet him"

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OK so in 18th-century Gothic Literature the weather is like a video display system for the heroine's state of mind. It's stormy she's stormy etc (and not etc, that's it: it's stormy she's stormy...)

So did you ever encounter Gothic or Attempted Gothic Weather? At 6.oo this evening I set for Walthamstow (not the forest, ignore the thread Q except as AtmospheriXoR) to meet my friends who have just bought a little house there. At the bus stop the lightning was so near and the thunder so loud that ppl were screaming and jumping. In Lea Bridge Road the rain was suddenly so fierce that I had to walk ten yards round one confluence of camber run-offs in case I lost my footing in the FLOOD of gutterwater. Up [something] Road the hailstones were crashing on my hoodie like the fists of a million tiny mummies squeaking TURN BACK MARK!! GO NO FURTHER!!

Then when I turned into the road where their new house is, the hail stopped the rain stopped, the thunder rolled off westwards, the clouds parted and the moon came out!!

― mark s (mark s), Tuesday, 27 April 2004 20:54 (twenty-two years ago)

it was like a really really lame film!!

― mark s (mark s), Tuesday, 27 April 2004 20:55 (twenty-two years ago)

i still laff at the 'RAIN WE MUST SHUT EVERYTHING DOWN. PRAY GOD IT NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN IN LONDON' thread awhile back.

― doomie x, Tuesday, 27 April 2004 20:59 (twenty-two years ago)

So did you ever encounter Gothic or Attempted Gothic Weather?

In michigan, this happens all the time. Maybe this is an indication that I am a goth at heart, since I'm reluctant to leave all the weather changes behind.

Nice to see a new question from you, Mark. :-)

― El Diablo Robotico (Nicole), Tuesday, 27 April 2004 20:59 (twenty-two years ago)

The closest I've had to this was "horror movie lighting" in New Orleans, which were days -- at any time of the year -- that just ... looked the way horror movies do, especially the run-away-he's-after-you kind; I don't know a better way to explain it, except that everything seemed sharp except colors. These were nearly always the days the crows would land, too, and you might see as many as thirty of them pecking around in an abandoned lot down the corner from the crackhouse.

Crackhouses are not very Gothic, though, I don't think.

― Tep (ktepi), Tuesday, 27 April 2004 21:04 (twenty-two years ago)

i like the idea of attempted gothic weather.

― lauren (laurenp), Tuesday, 27 April 2004 21:05 (twenty-two years ago)

"he entered the forest and the phantoms came to meet him" makes me think of inexpressibly sad children's books, Hans Christian Andersen conflating Where The Wild Things Are and Not Now, Bernard and a story about a buy who fell in love with a ghost, a little person grey against a black forest (the picture in my kipling book for 'the cat that walked by itself', off on his wild lone), merging in and fading away among the wisps of mist and ghosts. It's a great sentence.

I don't encounter Attempted Gothic Weather so much as Sudden Hippie Sunshine, alas.

― cis (cis), Tuesday, 27 April 2004 21:10 (twenty-two years ago)

Goth weather doesn't happen around here much...so when we DO get it, it's a pleasure. :-) I remember a few spectacular storms from upstate New York though.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 27 April 2004 21:15 (twenty-two years ago)

(it's from Nosferatu)

― mark s (mark s), Tuesday, 27 April 2004 21:15 (twenty-two years ago)

(the sentence i mean: it's an intertitle)

― mark s (mark s), Tuesday, 27 April 2004 21:17 (twenty-two years ago)

(god bless silent film, then.)

― cis (cis), Tuesday, 27 April 2004 21:20 (twenty-two years ago)

this happens to me sometimes!

how about russian literature, where the character's complexion reflects his or her internal state? like when a character will turn green, then yellow, then bright red, then completely pale? that ever happen to you?

― s1ocki (slutsky), Tuesday, 27 April 2004 21:36 (twenty-two years ago)

haha on the "yr photogenic" i wz gunna post "i'm phototropic!"

(but the joke there is that i'm actually not)

― mark s (mark s), Tuesday, 27 April 2004 21:38 (twenty-two years ago)

Upstate NY thunderstorms kick the ass of pussy London thunderstorms. I was trying to tell HSA this, as to why I was not impressed with the weather as he was minidiscing electrical spikes.

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 08:12 (twenty-two years ago)

Friggin' Southern softies

― Dadaismus (Dada), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 08:47 (twenty-two years ago)

I was in the bath last night when the weather turned satan. I leapt out, unsure about the implications of lying in water while thunder and lightning crackled above.

I assume I would be safe (whoever heard of an unearthed flat?). I also had Tosca blaring in the background for added atmosphere.

― Mikey G (Mikey G), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 09:22 (twenty-two years ago)

i have had lightning blow my TV up from the equivalent of this storm - ie first of london's yearly spring rainstorms - abt ten years ago, but luckily i did not have it in the bath with me

probably if i hadn't been headed elsewhere, i wd have gone up on the roof to watch the lightning, which is always superspectacular from there

no one is answering my question as i meant it though: ie did you ever encounter weather which seems to be TRYING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING!!?

(obv if you are too "northern" and "hard" to bother to make distinctions between good and bad weather, good and bad music etc, then this question will go over yr head)

― mark s (mark s), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 09:42 (twenty-two years ago)

Back in my manor you get this goffick weather flowchart:

*tornado watch issued
*everything goes dead quiet, especially birds
*any wind exposes the silver backs of cottonwood leaves, which is wives' tale indicator for a huge storm a-comin'
*clouds become so waterlogged they approach a dark slate green colour
*television is switched on to hear weather person have Doppler-related stormgasms and to see when/where tornado watch becomes tornado warning
*thunder like a grumbling stomach turning into a growling dog
*proper forked lightning and sudden monsoon-type rains with horrible winds
*something knocks over in the street
*scared dog attaches self to someone using claws; if overnight this means claws meet scalp
*quick get down into the basement, tornado warning!

Weather in Minnesota told me one thing: move somewhere else.

― suzy (suzy), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 09:45 (twenty-two years ago)

The weather said to me, "get out of the bath before I zap your skinny white ass. And stop listening to Puccini, you homo."

― Mikey G (Mikey G), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 09:47 (twenty-two years ago)

Sitting on top of a hill in the Dordogne in 2001, watching the dark clouds rolling over the hills and approaching our hippy idyll menacingly. Watching a thunderstorm from far off is totally gothic, the clouds flash and mutate and roll towards you. We got in the car and drove for cover.

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 09:47 (twenty-two years ago)

(Sorry, Mark, that post was actually a continuation of a post that I made on the other Thunderstorms thread, but anyway...)

I really enjoy thunderstorms if I'm in the right house. In the flat in Bloomsbury, it is wonderful, because it's so high up that you feel like you are in a ship. (But without the stomach-churning pitching.)

Thunderstorms in the house in Upstate NY were frankly terrifying, not just because Upstate thunderstorms are FIERCE, but because it was a wooden house. It had lightning rods, but when a bloke went up to replace the roof, he said that one of them was MELTED. That made it both scary and exciting.

The best thunderstorm experience I've had recently was last summer in HSA's mum's house in Wiltshire. It's a lovely old brick and stone building which is 400 years old or something, and it feels like it has been there forever, and it's huddled right up against the downs to it's wonderful to watch the rains lashing across the valley and feel nice and safe and snug.

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 09:51 (twenty-two years ago)

I saw a tornado in Peru a couple of years ago. I was in a pre-Inca burial site at the time.

I was more bothered by the fact that Sheffield Wednesday had knocked us out of the Worthington Cup.

― Mikey G (Mikey G), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 09:52 (twenty-two years ago)

That winning goal was the work of restless pre-Inca spirits, G.

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 09:55 (twenty-two years ago)

haha yes burial sites are def key here: viz is my friends' new house built on a, i dunno, PICTISH one etc?

(or maybe a plaguepit full of flayed hackney-style bear carcasses etc, to wax old-skool ilxor for a moment)

― mark s (mark s), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 09:58 (twenty-two years ago)

I wonder if Pictish burial sites will produce poltergeist nastiness on the scale of INDIAN BURIAL GROUNDS or if they'll just be too busy raiding the liquor cabinet... ;-)

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:01 (twenty-two years ago)

Ye Olde Canterbury McDonalds was built on the site of a 11th century monks burial ground = none more gothic.

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:12 (twenty-two years ago)

I am imagine the good friars are indulging their gluttony on a grand scale!

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:14 (twenty-two years ago)

Pictish burial sites? In Wiltshire? Were these Picts caravanning at the time when involved in tragic accident - Holiday From Hell etc

― Dadaismus (Dada), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:15 (twenty-two years ago)

You are conflating posts, Dadaismus. I don't think Mark S said where his friend's new house on the Pictish burial ground was!

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:16 (twenty-two years ago)

What are the chances that there's a corpse right under the spot where you are sitting RIGHT NOW? You have to wonder...

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:18 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm suffering from conflatus. Pardon me.

― Dadaismus (Dada), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:19 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm in Southwark. I'm sure the entire building is built on a PLAGUE PIT!!!

(And in Wiltshire, they had their very own Broad Town Man, an Anglo Saxon who was burried outside the village. At the cross roads. I said immediately "He must have been an evil doer!" and HSA and his mum were quite impressed that I could surmise this because it took the archeologist who dug him up several years of study to figure out what I had guessed from old wives' tale style conventional wisdom.)

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:20 (twenty-two years ago)

the picts were driven from eg walthamstowe AND wiltshire by brutal waves of celtic imperialism

― mark s (mark s), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:20 (twenty-two years ago)

(I am so happy that Mark S is back! We have gone from bad weather to Picts and Plague Pits in a matter of posts! Hurrah hurrah!)

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:21 (twenty-two years ago)

but of course they left their dead, one day to waken and TAKE TERRIBLE REVENGE!!

(or "one day to walken" as i first wrote: which wd be even scarier...)

― mark s (mark s), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:22 (twenty-two years ago)

Note mark s's use of the Pictish spelling of Walthamstowe - the place where Picts would store their wintertime hoard of walthams.

― Dadaismus (Dada), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:23 (twenty-two years ago)

bah that final 'e' is merely the affectation of metropolitan jessies and crypto-picto-normans

― mark s (mark s), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:27 (twenty-two years ago)

Oh go and stowe yr waltham, sonny.

― Liz :x (Liz :x), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:27 (twenty-two years ago)

Are you sure they weren't DANES rather than Picts?

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:27 (twenty-two years ago)

What about Bristowe?

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:27 (twenty-two years ago)

Erik of Bristowe - the most feared spearsman in ancient Pictland

― Dadaismus (Dada), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:29 (twenty-two years ago)

i don't know if any genuine pictish placenames survive - bcz i don't think the pictish language has ever been translated (i mean, they may survive, but how wd we know?)

― mark s (mark s), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:34 (twenty-two years ago)

ok haha perhaps if i read links BEFORE i link them!!

― mark s (mark s), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:35 (twenty-two years ago)

Indeed, the total eradication of the Picts is an interesting thang, to be sure

― Dadaismus (Dada), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:36 (twenty-two years ago)

Well, there are lots of unexplained placenames and rivernames! Such as "Thames" for a start. Maybe these placenames are actually originally Pictish!

(Oh, I've been reading the most interesting book on Linguistics which has been going on at length about recreations of Indo-European as a language!)

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:36 (twenty-two years ago)

Picts were only ever based in Scotland ............. as far as I know

― Dadaismus (Dada), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:37 (twenty-two years ago)

(Is "P-Celtic" the same as Iberian Celtic (or would that be I-Celtic?) which produced the same linguistic fragments such as Basque?)

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:37 (twenty-two years ago)

I HEART Linguistics

― Dadaismus (Dada), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:37 (twenty-two years ago)

P-Celtic is Irish/Scots Gaelic and Manx, n'est-ce pas?

― Dadaismus (Dada), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:38 (twenty-two years ago)

But is Basque actually derived from a Celtic root - it's not supposed to be Indo-European at all?

― Dadaismus (Dada), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 10:39 (twenty-two years ago)

Skipping 27 messages at this point... Click here if you want to load them all.

Where's Tuomas when you need him, to settle this for once and all?

He actually did answer this on another thread, but I can't remember what he said. Oh curse my non-functioning brain. I blame alcohol. And plague pits. And the electrical interference of lightning storms.

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 11:10 (twenty-two years ago)

I am also spelling Ugric wrong, but I blame the office for infecting me with Dyslexia!

The Finno-Ugric language family

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 11:13 (twenty-two years ago)

Definitely not Indo-European:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finno-Ugric_languages

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 11:15 (twenty-two years ago)

The book on the Basques by Mark Kurlansky covers the theories of the language. Isn't there supposed to be some anatomical difference too?

A little story which happens to be true:

I was in Malawi a few years ago and got caught in an end of world rain storm. I ran to the nearest shelter (which was a restaurant). I sat talking to the owner and asked him what the name of the retuarant meant (it was called Thank You). He told me he once killed a man and was sentenced to death. He prayed and had his sentence commuted to 25 years. When released, he opened the bar as a thank you to God. Then the lightening struck and plunged us into darkness. Why he didn't kill me, I don't know. The prologue and weather was ideal for tourist stabbing. Sigh, too many Hollywood films.

― Mikey G (Mikey G), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 11:18 (twenty-two years ago)

Lots about the Picts and their supposed relationship with the Basques

I truly apologise for the thread mutation, and I am trying to desperately get it back on topic.

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 11:18 (twenty-two years ago)

(P-Celtic is Brythonic Celtic, aka Welsh and Cornish bastards, while the other kind of Celtic is the more commonly thought of Goidelic Celtic, or Q-Celtic, aka Irish and Scottish bastards.)

(To use the accepted Viz terminology races.)

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 11:20 (twenty-two years ago)

During a masseev rainy season thunderstorm in Nigeria when we were nippers, my sister was really pissing me off (possibly atmospheric-pressure related madness on both our parts) and I threw a biscuit tin (in which we stored jigsaw pieces) at her, which cracked her on the forehead, producing copious blood, and there were recriminations and butterfly stitches and everything. She certainly should have listened to what the enormous forked lightning out on the plain was telling her.

NB I control my temper a little better now. I was only 5 years old.

― Liz :x (Liz :x), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 11:25 (twenty-two years ago)

my college campus was destroyed by a tornado while i was on spring break. if there was a message there, noone paid it any mind.

― g--ff (gcannon), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 11:57 (twenty-two years ago)

Hot weather on the whole sends me more loopy than cold.

― Anna (Anna), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 12:03 (twenty-two years ago)

Eh it's the super-high-pressure fronts that touch off thunderstorms that get me and give me twingy headaches. I do like the sense of relief that pervades when rain starts to splash down onto a dusty road surface. A very particular smell.

― Liz :x (Liz :x), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 12:16 (twenty-two years ago)

Isn't there a theory regarding a high amount of atmospheric pressure and the date of the Russian revolution?

God, I sound like someone who gets his news from chat rooms.

― Mikey G (Mikey G), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 12:29 (twenty-two years ago)

there's an unrelated and dubious russian story told by chemistry teachers about Napoleon's attempted invasion of Moscow (I think it was) - it was bitterly cold, and the troops became totally discouraged as the tin buttons on their uniforms (and trowsers?) started to fall off. this is allegedly because the tin undergoes an allotropic change (yes science fans, *allotrope*, tin is odd on some way I've never been arsed to understand) to a powdery unmetallic form.

― Jaunty Alan (Alan), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 12:38 (twenty-two years ago)

The building where I work is built on an old burial site for children who died of a big cholera outburst. Very gothic, some of the tombstones are still there right outside.

― Hanna (Hanna), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 12:44 (twenty-two years ago)

yes i think the discouragement arose from the fact that the march (actually the retreat FROM moscow) arose from stuff like boots worn away and no food so STARVING soldiers RETREATING in BARE FEET through a RUSSIAN WINTER past the THOUSANDS of FROZEN BODIES of their buddies, rather than powdery buttons per se (though the buttons thing can hardly have helped)

― mark s (mark s), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 12:46 (twenty-two years ago)

note non indo-european grammatical structure for maximum clarity

― mark s (mark s), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 12:48 (twenty-two years ago)

Is that a bit like Non-Euclidean geometry?

― Super-Kate (kate), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 12:48 (twenty-two years ago)

I actually think it was to do with a heatwave. I also think it was the first revolution (1905?). Someone with a better knowledge of Russian history required here.

Incidentally, Hurricane is a Mayan word.

― Mikey G (Mikey G), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 12:53 (twenty-two years ago)

did somebody mention hungarians?

― s1ocki (slutsky), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 13:17 (twenty-two years ago)

u r all magyar

― Jaunty Alan (Alan), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 13:27 (twenty-two years ago)

keszy!

― s1ocki (slutsky), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 13:32 (twenty-two years ago)

This thread is reminding me why I love ILX.

Very much so! :-)

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 14:18 (twenty-two years ago)

Middlemarch has a pathetic fallacy moment too, doesn't it, with W Ladislaw and D Brooke and a storm outside.

Yes, I have known Gothic weather; like others I like the question.

― the bluefox, Wednesday, 28 April 2004 14:20 (twenty-two years ago)

I have never known a course of dramatic gothic storm to act as a eerily-timed backdrop to the events in my life. Which is maybe odd, as I have known many such a weather system. Maybe my life lacks drama, or maybe the goth gods are refusing to play with me in revenge for making fun of their minions.

Sometimes the sun comes out from the clouds as nice things happen, but that's not very goth at all.

― N. (nickdastoor), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 15:20 (twenty-two years ago)

Maybe my life lacks drama

!!!

― the bluefox, Wednesday, 28 April 2004 15:23 (twenty-two years ago)

Point to a scene.

― N. (nickdastoor), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 15:24 (twenty-two years ago)

i can't think of a time when this has happened, either. but there's some very gothic weather going on right now in chapter 13 of lady audley's secret, perfectly timed to some disturbing dreams.

― lauren (laurenp), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 15:29 (twenty-two years ago)

what is her secret?

― mark s (mark s), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 15:30 (twenty-two years ago)

Please, no spoilers.

― N. (nickdastoor), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 15:32 (twenty-two years ago)

m., you can find the answer to your question in the first paragraph of the introduction that the wordsworth classic edition provides. a paragraph that you can't help but glance at upon opening the book.. i know too much about lady audley already.

― lauren (laurenp), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 15:36 (twenty-two years ago)

minoan anti-bra:

http://www.goddess-gallery.com/ggimages/neolith/5480.jpg

― tokyo rosemary (rosemary), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 15:41 (twenty-two years ago)

Chekhov thought this sort of thing a very naff device but its mysterious PULL was apparently irresistable to him, because a slowly descending series of weather moods settles lightly on Ryabovitch in the course of "The Kiss," to the point where I was wondering if spring had turned to autumn in the course of one single tale. Then I remembered it actually had (or was it autumn to spring?). People stayed longer on their visits back then, I guess.

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 17:09 (twenty-two years ago)

I remember once I was driving to a friend's party that I was really dreading attending -- I felt obligated to go, but I disliked a lot of her other friends. On the way there, there was a torrential downpour that was so bad that I couldn't see where I was going and had to pull over to the side of the road for about a 20 minutes until the rain let up a little. I convinced myself that this was a sign I shouldn't go and used it as my excuse for not showing up. I tend to do this kind of thing more than I probably should.

― El Diablo Curmudgeonbotico (Nicole), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 17:16 (twenty-two years ago)

About ten days ago I went walking in the woods behind Harry Lauder's old house, amongst its spongiform embankments, which seemed almost to be breathing, some deep and mossy respiration which resonated shaggily down its broken glens—suddenly punctuated by the howls of "extreme sports" adventurers who we actually saw jumping through waterfalls in wetsuits. They quickly overtook me on the path. One of them was smoking a cigarette with wet fingers. They were cocky as all hell. "First day we've been able to do that. Usually the fall's too full, it'd pull us right along! You should try it!"

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 17:27 (twenty-two years ago)

Don't try it.

― El Diablo Curmudgeonbotico (Nicole), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 17:29 (twenty-two years ago)

Yeah, I kind of wondered if he was going to strip out of his wetsuit right there and give it to me.

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 17:31 (twenty-two years ago)

Well, you know what I mean.

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 17:32 (twenty-two years ago)

haha Nicole if I had been in the passenger's seat you would have received my "WEATHER IS FOR OLD PEOPLE!!" harangue

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 17:35 (twenty-two years ago)

Surely the most gothic weather would be fog and rolling mist on barren landscapes?

― jel -- (jel), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 18:12 (twenty-two years ago)

I really enjoyed the storm last night - I'd got home before the rain so didn't get drenched, and I've always liked thunder and lightning. So I didn't see it as a bad omen. Then as the storm was finishing I got the saddest and most heartbreaking news I'd had since my marriage ended three years ago. It seemed sort of ironic that I hadn't seen the weather as ominous until I read this thread, and didn't feel up to saying so last night.

― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 20:37 (twenty-two years ago)

― mark s (mark s), Wednesday, 28 April 2004 20:39 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm sorry to hear that, Martin.

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Thursday, 29 April 2004 11:53 (twenty-two years ago)

five months pass...

Gothic Weather - outside, now!

― the bellefox, Tuesday, 5 October 2004 12:05 (twenty-one years ago)

Plus: On Saturday I saw a beautiful rainbow -- which you might say was Gothic Weather in a fairly precise, Ruskinian / Lawrentian sense.

I then saw the same rainbow behind Matt Smith at Upton Park, the next morning!

― the rainfox, Tuesday, 5 October 2004 12:16 (twenty-one years ago)

ten months pass...

You want Gothic Weather? Last night the skies were shaken by a hurricane, a dark swirling tempest that sounded strong and vicious enough to shatter the panes let alone shake your windows and rattle your walls. The nation's weather seemed invaded by a sudden spectre, unannounced and perilous to encounter.

Meanwhile, I had left my shoes and socks outside. They are still not dry 24 hours later.

― the rainfox, Friday, 19 August 2005 22:15 (twenty years ago)

six years pass...

It was a dark and stormy night...

I discovered a patch of Ancient Woodland less than a mile from my house! It started snowing just as I entered the forest, like a reflection of my own wonder and joy at the discovery.

Also, P-Celtic grammar is so amazing. Did you know they count in base 20?

I'm gonna go draw some trees.

― White Chocolate Cheesecake, Wednesday, 15 February 2012 21:28 (fourteen years ago)

meanwhile the meteorological men of the world are becoming much more slutty at their news desks - call it global warming of the pants

― The Cheerfull Turtle (Latham Green), Wednesday, 15 February 2012 21:48 (fourteen years ago)

ten years pass...

wildly gothic burst of weather suddenly lol

in this order: thunder, crash of window, rain in thick pluming curtains of mist, lightning

my plan to go buy painkillers is on hold

― mark s, Wednesday, 6 April 2022 14:25 (four years ago)

one year passes...

https://i.imgur.com/TYZlNh3.png

― mark s, Tuesday, 9 May 2023 12:45 (three years ago)

ps i misremembered the intertitle this thread is named for, it shd be "and when he had crossed the bridge, the phantoms came to meet him"

(even tho he does also enter a forest at that point)

― mark s, Tuesday, 9 May 2023 12:46 (three years ago)

one year passes...

attempted gothic weather reboot: crossing from stonehouse to devonport, going up the hill to get my COVID jab

between leaving the house five mins ago it's gone from grey but dry to insane downpour with thunder&lightning very close by indeed -- on the causeway itself i feel like very exposed, exactly the kind a lone little vertical nubbin the electricity will seek out and fry (ok in fact nothing happens but im allowed to worry abt it). once i'm sat in the pharmacy waiting for the needle, rain run-off is just pooling round me on the floor and the seat, the OAPs are joking about it (they all arrived by car)

when i leave the sun is out and it's a nice day

― mark s, Thursday, 10 October 2024 14:45 (one year ago)

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