Storms and Lightening and Thunder - Oh My!
You know its raining when you cant see out your windscreen, and the car feels like its washing down the road. Holy shit! Somebody really pissed off the weather gods tonight!

Ok, so I'll paint the picture for you.

Wednesday. 5pm (ish). Sitting in the K Block labs, innocently minding my own business, fighting with prolog, and my A.I. tutorial, when all of a sudden, the whole of the demountable structure starts to quiver and shake. "Holy Shit, an earthquake" thinks me. (I never claimed to be a genius)

And then... out of nowhere comes this almight ripping crashing thumping sound. Its almost as if Godzilla himself has ripped down a wall in frustration. (Prolog - it'll do it to ya every time).

And then you hear the rain. Not the romantic pattering of a sun shower in Spring, but an almighty down pouring that makes you appreciate just what living in a plughole feels like. Toowoomba is in the middle of a storm of biblical proportions. The expression "raining cats and dogs" just didn't cut it. It was raining Whales and Islands.

Noah himself would have been nervous, especially if he thought he had to walk home in the middle of it.

Guess which bright intelligent DICKHEAD forgot to take an umbrella to Uni?
I'll give you three guesses, and the first two don't count.

This was a "Slap yourself in the head, you idiot" moment.

Yet, after managing to wangle a trip home in the ScoullerMobile, I find myself in yet another insane position. I had a task, nay, a duty to perform. I must, for the sake of my mothers sanity, find a way to copy the CD that's been floating in the back of her car for the past 6 mths. And I must do it NOW.

Normally, a very easy task. *click* *click, *burn* *burn* Voila.

However, when you don't have the necessary software, the mission becomes infinitely more difficult. So... off to Concannon I trundle. Or so I thought.

The road from my abode to College is fairly elevated. In fact, on a good day it offers some stunning views. Today, however, it offered a stunning view of about 16 MegaLitres of floodwater pouring off the car park. Brown turbulent floodwater. It wasn't in the mood for an argument with a tiny red Hyundai. In fact, it didn't look like it was in the mood to argue with anything that wasn't cemented into place, or bolted with 5" steel.

As I was neither, I decided to argue anyhow. I like a challenge, and for all of my mathematical wisdom, I really believed I could do it. "Always go for the underdog" - My grandma used to say.

But, when I roared through the rising floodwaters and into the calm serenity of the college driveway, I felt a little like Indiana Jones. Or at least, what he would have felt like if he'd just driven a tiny lightweight aluminium car through a shitload of fast running water.

Relief was short lived, as I realised that I'd left mum's CD at home and had to make the perilous journey back through the flood. In those moments, the only thing you can do is slap yourself in the head, and put your foot on the gas.