How High's the Water, Papa?
They Say it's Over Their Heads and Risin'

Boy do I feel for those poor folks in Bangladesh (read: desperately impoverished human beings) now watching their meager possessions float away in the flood plains (read: most of the land area in Bangladesh). As if keeping things dry in Bangladesh weren't hard enough (read: you don't want to be in my hotel room while I continue to air out the clothes that got thoroughly humidified two weeks ago in the Bangladeshi "situation room" (read: a noisy hotel room thick with paranoia and the scent of clove cigarettes as my roommate and I assessed our proximity to a certain situation (which I was going to link to and decided against, sorry).