|only the world weary face of Sterling Hayden can convey how much I am sick of this heat|
So hot that somehow comics scribe Chris Roberson of Superman, Elric and Starborn fame somehow wound up on NPR Wednesday bitching about the heat in Austin. And rightfully so.
Like, seriously. Its just ridiculously hot. I left Arizona partially because it was this hot all the time (only without the humidity, so I could feel my eyes boiling in the sockets in August)*.
I've realized I've just sort of been in a bad mood for a month because I can't step outside without feeling like I'm cooking in my own juices. Also, I'm sort of mean on the best of days, so there's that. But add 70 days or whatever the hell we're dealing with of 100+ days. You know what? You have your political debates about global warming. Its too damn hot, scientifically. By that, I mean, summer 2011 has been stupidly, morbidly hot.
|Hayden knows this heat is just utter BS, but that's the hand we were dealt. You just gotta live with it.|
Anyway, I need to unclench a bit, I think. There's nothing bad going on other than that I'm sick of the heat, and I haven't been swimming nearly enough this year.
I know I'm grumpy about unfinished business and projects. I know there's movies I want to see. I wish I had more money. The cat keeps looking at me weird, and the universe may or may not be headed for a state of total entropy. I don;t even care which it is, I just want for science to tell me which so I can PLAN AHEAD.
I am in a bad mood.
|Hayden shouldn't have to tolerate this heat bunk, or the commies putting fluoride in the water supply|
*and partially because of my disdain for Kokopellis as suburban decoration.