a nuisance call

Flooding of Coast, Caused by Global Warming, Has Already Begun

Highway 80, the only road to Tybee Island, Ga., in June. High tides are forcing the road to close several times a year. Credit Stephen B. Morton for The New York Times


For decades, as the global warming created by human emissions caused land ice to melt and ocean water to expand, scientists warned that the accelerating rise of the sea would eventually imperil the United States’ coastline.

Now, those warnings are no longer theoretical: The inundation of the coast has begun. The sea has crept up to the point that a high tide and a brisk wind are all it takes to send water pouring into streets and homes.

Federal scientists have documented a sharp jump in this nuisance flooding — often called “sunny-day flooding” — along both the East Coast and the Gulf Coast in recent years. The sea is now so near the brim in many places that they believe the problem is likely to worsen quickly. Shifts in the Pacific Ocean mean that the West Coast, partly spared over the past two decades, may be hit hard, too.

These tidal floods are often just a foot or two deep, but they can stop traffic, swamp basements, damage cars, kill lawns and forests, and poison wells with salt. Moreover, the high seas interfere with the drainage of storm water.

Local governments, under pressure from annoyed citizens, are beginning to act. Elections are being won on promises to invest money to protect against flooding. Miami Beach is leading the way, increasing local fees to finance a $400 million plan that includes raising streets, installing pumps and elevating sea walls.

But the local leaders say they cannot tackle this problem alone. They are pleading with state and federal governments for guidance and help, including billions to pay for flood walls, pumps and road improvements that would buy them time.

Yet Congress has largely ignored these pleas, and has even tried to block plans by the military to head off future problems at the numerous bases imperiled by a rising sea. A Republican congressman from Colorado, Ken Buck, recently called one military proposal part of a “radical climate change agenda.”

The gridlock in Washington means the United States lacks not only a broad national policy on sea-level rise, it has something close to the opposite: The federal government spends billions of taxpayer dollars in ways that add to the risks, by subsidizing local governments and homeowners who build in imperiled locations along the coast.

As the problem worsens, experts are warning that national security is on the line. Naval bases, in particular, are threatened; they can hardly be moved away from the ocean, yet much of their land is at risk of disappearing within this century.

Water from a tidal stretch of the Potomac River flooded Old Town Alexandria in Virginia during high tides in early June. Credit Gabriella Demczuk for The New York Times

At the City Market in Charleston, S.C., one of the most popular spots in town, shoppers dodged seawater that bubbled up from storm drains during high tide in June. Credit Hunter McRae for The New York Times


Shiranui and Amagiri walk in on Kazama and Chizuru getting “comfortable” on the couch.

Kazama: “You idiots, sense the mood! Why did you come back now!? Hurry and get out!  Don’t interrupt me and my bride!”

Shiranui and Amagiri get disgruntled over being called nuisances and pull Kazama away from Chizuru.

Amagiri: “Please pardon us, Kazama-sama. But no matter what is said you are piling shame on top of shame.”

Shiranui: “The situation is perfectly clear!”

Kazama: “Nuisances! It’s not against her will!  It’s mutual!”


Chicago Fire 2x04 Promo “A Nuisance Call”


Chicago Fire 2x04 Promo “A Nuisance Call”

151222 KTR :Wook is thankful towards Hyuk

* Talking about needing someone to give direction *

Ryeowook: In my case. I started doing broadcasts, especially I am doing radio shows for a long time and I think the reason why I can do this is because of my co-member Eunhyuk~ssi. Eunhyukkie ~hyung asked me why I did not answer his call kkk. A call coming from 070 unceasingly comes. I thought those were all spam calls. I thought it was a call coming from a weird place so I did not answer but when he came out for a vacation he told me something why I did not answer the phone.

Looking back, that time Eunhyukkie hyung told me “You should do some broadcasts. Why are you being like this in the dorm?” I quite did not have the courage and I did not know what will happen, I had a time like that. The other members were doing activities while i clearly do not know what I like to do and I had many thoughts if this was the right path for me, I think Eunhyukkie hyung brought it up.

He’s a hyung that I’m thankful for because of that but i was not able to go, i was not able to greet him properly on the day of his enlistment. When he came out for vacation he told me i am a weird kid and i didn’t even come to see hyung’s face kk.That time i had to go to Swiss because of a schedule, I feel very sorry about it. [c]

I’m not even a little shocked that no one checked a racist white woman in Chicago except the Black people she was attacking. Hipster racism is real and ever present. So many transplants from the suburbs or whatever small towns get here and are shocked that they have to share space with Black people. In a city that’s majority POC they bought into the media imagery that makes it seem like Chicago is full of young, white rich people or that segregation means that Black people won’t be at the parks, museums, etc. 

They’ll even move into mixed race majority POC neighborhoods and then try to force out the neighbors of color. Nuisance calls to police so they’ll harass residents of color, challenging existing festivals, lobbying to push out long time educators..you name it and young white hipsters feel entitled to do it. Because they want all the perks of city life without any Black or Latinx people in it.

How Dare He!

I couldn’t help myself. :) A continuation of the Anne of Green Gables AU… Find part 1 here!

It wasn’t until she had written ‘Margaret Hooper has a very bad temper’ one hundred times that Molly was permitted to leave. Mrs Hudson watched over her charge with a discerning eye, knowing that Sherlock had prompted the child to lose her temper. But nevertheless, the girl’s reaction was far too extreme. The elderly schoolteacher bit back a smile as the girl humbly wrote her sentences, but still had gumption enough to change ‘Margaret’ to ‘Molly.’

For her part, Molly was as regretful of what she had done as she was proud. The boy certainly hadn’t deserved to be attacked, but she could no longer have borne his nuisance. And to call her ‘mouse’! Why, he ought to be punished severely for that alone, not to mention his abhorrent behavior toward her! Tossing chalk and paper, as if he wasn’t more than 5 years of age!

Her pride thus wounded and her mind made up about the boy, Molly walked out of the classroom with her head held high. Mary Morstan, the neighbor girl Molly hoped and knew would become her dearest friend, rushed up to her from her waiting place by the tree. From the corner of her eye, she saw Sherlock standing across the yard talking with the beautiful Irene Adler, whose face conveyed frustration as Sherlock turned away from her mid-sentence.

Molly determinedly walked in the opposite direction, hooking her arm through Mary’s as they began the walk home. Their journey, though, was short-lived, as Sherlock stepped across their path. Molly resolutely ignored him, lifting her chin up haughtily and walking past him.

‘Molly, wait.’ He walked behind her, trying to get her attention. He shoved his hands in his trouser pockets and hunched his shoulders, his curls falling over his eyes endearingly. ‘I’m sorry for teasing you.’

Molly stopped and cast a disdainful, sideways glare at him. Tugging firmly on Mary’s arm, she pulled her friend along once more, leaving Sherlock to stare after them.

‘Oh, Molly, how could you?’ Mary whispered in astonishment. ‘Sherlock’s always getting under everyone’s skin with his deductions, but he’s never, ever, apologized before!’

‘There’s a world of difference between deducing someone and being called ‘mouse,’ Mary!’ Molly argued defensively. ‘I may be plain and lack the grace and charisma of girls far more beautiful than I, but I shall not stand for being called names, especially ‘mouse’ by an arrogant boy.’

Mary gasped. ‘But Molly…’

Molly interrupted and said firmly, ‘I shall never forgive him!’

The first term was almost half-way through and Molly eagerly anticipated their testings. For near gone two months, she and Sherlock had been waging an unspoken battle as to who was top in each subject. And Molly refused to be second to the arrogant boy.

Mrs Hudson smiled at the class, her eyes twinkling behind her glasses. ‘The results of the mathematics examination are in.’

Molly breathed in deeply and clasped Mary’s hand beside her in anticipation.

‘The top three are as follows,’ Mrs Hudson continued. ‘In first, William Holmes.’

A keen sense of disappointment filled Molly. She could almost feel Sherlock’s smug grin behind her.

‘Second, Margaret Hooper.’

Mary squeezed her hand in congratulations and Molly beamed at her. Although not first, she would not wallow in defeat, instead relishing the success of second place.

The rest of the announcement faded as the class packed their belongings and were dismissed for the day. Gathering her books, Molly slid out of her seat and turned around just as Sherlock stood. He caught her gaze and grinned arrogantly.

Her nose twitched involuntarily and she huffed. With a wink, he swept from the room, Irene on his heels.

‘Oh, Molly, aren’t you ever going to forgive him?’ Mary admonished her friend as they walked down the dirt path toward home.

Molly was about to answer when she caught sight of Sherlock up ahead, standing next to Irene. Her heart twitched in her chest and she grew more annoyed at the curly-haired boy. ‘No, I will not.’

As they passed by, Sherlock abandoned Irene and caught up to them, his books’ leather strap slung over his shoulder. ‘Congratulations, Molly. According to Mrs H, you were only a few points behind me.’

Molly quirked an eyebrow and turned her head to nod at him in acknowledgement.

‘At least you’re no longer ignoring me,’ he quipped.

Molly stopped and spoke firmly without looking back. ‘It is polite to extend an acknowledgment of congratulations. I was merely applying basic manners to a situation.’

‘Oh, get off your high horse, Molly.’ Sherlock forced a laugh.

Walking once more, Molly pulled Mary along, not deigning to reply to the boy.

‘Oh, Molly,’ her friend sighed. ‘Why don’t you let it go?’

‘I refuse to be friendly to someone who, not only insulted me to the highest level, but associates with the likes of Irene Adler. For all his brilliance, he’s easily turned by a pretty face.’ Molly glanced back to see Irene pulling Sherlock along in the opposite direction.

‘Well, the way I hear it, Sherlock doesn’t like her that way. Says he prefers someone with a brain to someone who is ‘beautiful by cultural standards.’

Molly felt her traitorous heart flutter, but hid it with a haughty lift of her chin. ‘He certainly doesn’t seem to believe it himself.’

Mary snorted. ‘You’re just jealous.’

‘I am not, take that back!’ Molly snapped.

‘Well, you are!’ The blonde prodded. ‘And she’s jealous of you! John Watson told me that Sherlock told him that you were the smartest girl in school right in front of Irene! And that being smart was better than being pretty.’

For one second, Molly felt an indescribable joy fill her. She stopped and looked over her shoulder, catching Sherlock’s eye as he looked back at the same time. Her heart skipped a beat.

But in the second, her anger rose as Mary’s words sunk in. She whipped about and marched on. ‘Well, if that isn’t the most insulting thing I’ve heard! How dare he!’

‘Wait, Molly, I don’t think he meant it like that!’ Mary rushed after her, trying to explain.

‘So I’m not pretty, or fashionable, or graceful, like Irene. I don’t give two figs! I’d rather have brains than be an empty-headed ninny like her!’ Molly stomped on, her pace quickening, unaware of her friend’s struggle to keep up. If anything, this revelation only solidified her promise to never forgive Sherlock Holmes.