Yup. It may be 100 degrees here, but I'd still rather this than that. Although if I lived in Las Vegas, where today's high was 116, or in Baker, Nev., where today's high was 125, I might change my tune.
Lest you fear for the good people of Baker, tomorrow should be cooler. Forecast high is only 119.
Fear for them or fear them? That's awfully close to the Utah border, and you know how weird those people out the near the Continental Divide get. Present company excluded, mind you.
Seriously, though: I realize that, geographically, almost everything in that general area is desert country, but it's still a little hard to get the facts to sink in. I mean, Baker is, from what I can see on a map, farther north than Sacramento. Hell, it's farther north than most of Kentucky. It just doesn't sink in that an area of land that far up the latitude ladder could possibly see temperatures that high.
And I think I shall fear them. Because they are CRAZY, DESICCATED BASTARDS THAT WILL NOT MOVE AWAY FROM THE HEAT. Come in out of the sun, Sparky, 'cause your brain's done been baked off by the fire in the sky.
(I get the mental picture of someone stepping out onto their front porch and immediately going soft and gooshy, like a JuJuBee in a microwave.)
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Lest you fear for the good people of Baker, tomorrow should be cooler. Forecast high is only 119.
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Lest you fear for the good people of Baker ...
Fear for them or fear them? That's awfully close to the Utah border, and you know how weird those people out the near the Continental Divide get. Present company excluded, mind you.
Seriously, though: I realize that, geographically, almost everything in that general area is desert country, but it's still a little hard to get the facts to sink in. I mean, Baker is, from what I can see on a map, farther north than Sacramento. Hell, it's farther north than most of Kentucky. It just doesn't sink in that an area of land that far up the latitude ladder could possibly see temperatures that high.
And I think I shall fear them. Because they are CRAZY, DESICCATED BASTARDS THAT WILL NOT MOVE AWAY FROM THE HEAT. Come in out of the sun, Sparky, 'cause your brain's done been baked off by the fire in the sky.
(I get the mental picture of someone stepping out onto their front porch and immediately going soft and gooshy, like a JuJuBee in a microwave.)
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Where can I sit to cool off?
I know! The oven!
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