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        Californiaby Mad Dog
 
 
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      | It’s
        rather ironic that while I sit here waiting for the Big One, they’re
        back east getting slammed by back-to-back hurricanes and inundated by
        massive floods.
 |  | Living in California has
        its advantages. I know this will come as a surprise to my family and
        friends whose first response when they heard I was moving here was,
        “Why would you want to live in a place that’s going to have an
        earthquake and fall into the ocean any day now?” Of course the next
        thing they said was, “Oh good, now that I have a free place to stay I
        can change my plans and go to California for two weeks instead of
        Cancun,” which tells you a lot about how they weigh fear vs. saving a
        buck. Not to mention what kind of family and friends I have.    Thus it’s rather ironic that while
        I sit here waiting for the Big One, they’re back east getting slammed
        by back-to-back hurricanes, being inundated by massive floods in spite
        of a gazillion-dollar floodwall the Army Corps of Engineers constructed
        to stop, well, massive floods, and swatting their way through mosquito
        invasions that inspire more shock and awe than the invasion of Iraq even
        though it’s lacking the cutesy slogan and dramatic music that usually
        accompanies such an Official Event. A shame too, since it would make
        smacking the obnoxious little buggers a lot more fun. Luckily none of my
        friends or family live in the Midwest or Hawaii so they don’t have to
        stay awake nights worrying about pesky tornados and the impending
        eruption of Mauna Loa. Oh, did I mention that in the eight years I’ve
        lived in California I haven’t felt more than a couple of very minor
        couch-trembling earthquakes?
 
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      | Aside
        from not having to take part in the Early Fall Natural Disaster
        Cavalcade, there are other advantages to living in California. In the
        non-catastrophe category there’s the fact that we have Arnold as
        governor and you don’t.
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        because we don’t have to evacuate our homes once a week during the
        fall, can switch off the Weather Channel anytime we want without
        doubling up on Xanax in the hope it will stave off the feeling that if
        we miss a crucial update about a storm that’s 1,000 miles and four
        days away we’ll wind up as tropical storm toast, or watch Twister over
        and over to make sure we know what an approaching tornado looks like.
        And wonder why if one hits we won’t be waiting it out in the cozy
        storm cellar with Helen Hunt. Or Bill Paxton if that’s your
        preference. What it does mean is that we can spend our time doing all
        the things Californians prefer to do with our lives, like eat granola,
        work out at the gym, and shop for new socks to wear under our
        Birkenstocks. Just kidding. Actually Birkenstocks are out. Anyone
        who’s anyone without a fashion sense knows Tevas and socks are the new
        statement.    Aside from not having to take part in
        the Early Fall Natural Disaster Cavalcade, there are other advantages to
        living in California. In the non-catastrophe category there’s the fact
        that we have Arnold as governor and you don’t. Okay, some people would
        say this is miscategorized, but since he hasn’t done anything more
        catastrophic than to continue thinking the phrase “girlie-men” is as
        cute and fun as tacking the ending “-inator” on any word in the
        English language, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. For now.
        Besides, he recently signed a bill outlawing necrophilia, so how bad can
        he be?
 
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      | It shows
        that the Republican National Committee was right on target when it
        created the platform plank: “You can never have too many laws or too
        much special interest money in the bank.”
 |  | That’s right, as of last week it’s now illegal to have sex
        with corpses in the state of California. Don’t worry, I‘m sure
        it’s not too late to cancel the movers, or at least tell them to
        reroute your belongings to Arkansas. If you already live in California,
        I’d suggest you don’t go breaking this news to your significant
        other in order to get out of performing your significant otherly duties.
        Keep in mind that according to this law a corpse is defined as someone
        who’s dead, not someone who just lays there acting like it. Sorry.    The state legislature passed this law
        because apparently there wasn’t one on the books. Legal experts say
        this is amazing since they thought lawmakers had long ago dreamed up a
        way to regulate everything that could be regulated. And a few things
        which couldn’t. It shows that the Republican National Committee was
        right on target when it created the platform plank: “You can never
        have too many laws or too much special interest money in the bank.”    There are other advantages to living
        in California. Anyone can marry anyone as long as you don’t care
        whether it’s a legal marriage. We have the first Great White shark in
        captivity at the Monterey Bay Aquarium and surprisingly it’s not Mark
        Geragos. And we can scoff all we want at the man in the Batman costume
        who made it to the ledge of Buckingham Palace because we see people
        walking around dressed like that every day. And yes, some of them are
        going to get married. Hey, at least we don’t get many hurricanes and
        tornados. ©2004 Mad Dog
        Productions, Inc. All Rights Reserved.These columns appear in better newspapers across the country.
        Read them instead of the weather forecast.
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