I don’t know if you’ve heard, but Brisbane’s been the new Seattle since November. Yesterday was the first rainless day we’ve had for two months, but it was too late for that. It all came to a head by Tuesday the eleventh of January, culminating in the biggest flood in Brisbane, and indeed the entire state of Queensland since 1974.
What has happened in some parts of Queensland has been described by authorities as an ‘inland tsunami’, with destructive torrents ripping through homes and businesses at over twenty kilometres per hour. The 70 towns and cities the flood has passed through have been described as ‘ghost towns’ and ‘war zones’. The official death toll rose to 13 people this morning, while 43 remain missing.
Thankfully my suburb and home has been spared. I was more than a little panicked about the creek that flows behind my townhouse, and around my entire apartment complex, but it seems to function as a rather effective stormwater drainage system, and so the water levels are only high when it is raining (which, mind you, it had been for two months without reprieve). Most excellently, I haven’t been able to go to work for the past two days and presumably for the rest of the week, as power and access to the Brisbane CBD has been cut off. That has afforded me a chance to catch up on some writing, some Red Dead Redemption, and even apply for a freelance gig at IGN AU.
My first order of business, though, is to finally fill you in on ‘The Burglary’. Yes, the thief was apprehended back in September and nine Wii games recovered initially, but by November the police had recovered all of my stolen consoles and games, which of course I was (and am) absolutely thrilled about. As I no longer need to rebuild my videogame collection, I have now re-purposed this site to donate to the Queensland Flood Appeal, which I would encourage you to seriously consider. The donation button to the left has been changed, and should now take you to the Queensland Flood Appeal website.
When I see images of flood-affected Australians pulling together to rebuild and help each other out, I am reminded of a song called The Great South Land. It goes a little something like this:
This is the Great South Land of the Holy Spirit
A land of red dust plains and summer rains
And to this sunburnt land, we will see a flood
And to this Great South Land, His Spirit comes