Last year's Hurricane Irene was, for me, genre #1's debut. During a visit home in the midwest, where tornadoes are Mother Nature's bludgeon of choice, I followed along as my friends and neighbors back in NYC shared still lives of canned beans and flashlights on Twitter, and stayed relatively dry. But as genre #2 reminds us in New York, the city through which national news is inevitably filtered, both of these storms laid down serious damage in the Caribbean before making their way north. One person’s excuse to head to the liquor store is another person’s life-changing (or life-ending) event. And where Irene fizzled on its way up the coast, Sandy looks ready to pack a wallop.