Yes, you heard me. This. Cold. Snap. Blows. Goats.
Could be worse, I know, but damn it is cold. Taking the trash down to the road reads like a Jack London story.
To impress the kids last night I ran barefoot out in the snow and did a Global Warming dance. At -18F it doesn’t take long to get cold.
Cruel Wife and Lemurita followed suit later on after a double-dog dare.
Cruel Wife and I recounted to the kids the Christmas We All Vomited Copiously (during dinner).
Lemurita got the virus first and passed it on to us.
So I said slyly, “Well you know Lemurita, that is why you have been grounded for years and will remain so until you are eighteen.”
“Oh yes. It is why you don’t have a cellphone. I imagine HackerBoy will get one next year.”
I looked at CW and said “I am a bad person, aren’t I?”
(She nodded emphatically as she checked her hearing on her right side.)
“No, seriously, Lemurita…. Do you really think I would be so rotten as to do that?”
She looked at me with a steely stare and said, “I wouldn’t have until you said that.”
My sister has been worried about Fukushima and what it will do to the Northwest.
To read a number of sources, the whole affair sounds like self-cooking shrimp and Fallout 4 and 5 will happen there.
So… I don’t think so. You can find a million billion jillion links out there that paint a conspiracy of isotopic lingering death spirals, but I just don’t buy it. Dilution, baby.
Cruel Wife says “No.”
This article has hogged a tag on my browser for some time. Time to clear it out.
Seriously, is the “EM messes with life’s karma, dude” refrain ever going to go away?