Floaties not included

This isn't going to be much of a post as I have to leave work shortly to help a friend move his possessions into my apartment. You see, we live right on the Brisbane River and fuck me if it isn't rising at a rate not seen since 1974.

1974, for those playing along at home, was the big one. There was no Wivenhoe Dam then, a cyclone and king tides. Well, this time around we've had the whorish La Nina from hell, the wettest on record, king tides approaching and the Wivenhoe Dam which was built to stop a 1974 flood groaning under the pressure of two Sydney Harbours full of water pouring into it each day.

It is currently sitting at 175% with a maximum hold of about 200% - which is all flood mitigation. But the rain hasn't stopped and at this rate it will fill in 1.5 days, which means water has to be released from it into an already swollen Brisbane River.

And so we wait.

I am not overstating it when I say the atmosphere in Brisbane and Queensland is surreal. It feels like we are walking around in the last 45 minutes of a disaster film. I'm currently waiting for some kind of space monster to guzzle us all, as I think that may be the only genuine surprise left in the bag of buggered up Mother Nature tricks. But I've spoken too soon in the past.

I'm typing this while looking at the Brisbane River as it breaks the banks and starts to swallow the shoreline.

Let's see how this one plays out.