Blythe has a request. At least, I think it’s a request:
Hurricanes schmuricanes. Gustav? Hannah? Ike? When Barack is the celebrity president, I hope he installs new heads over at the National Hurricane Center that use the wealth of bizarro baby names of celebs for future storms. I think Gustav might’ve gotten more coverage than the Jolie-Pitt twins, but barely.
She’s got suggestions for twenty-three storms, which should be enough for a whole year. (I’m assuming that “Moxie Crimefighter,” for example, counts as one.)