WHY DO THEY INSIST ON LYING?
Jul. 24th, 2006 03:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beautifulduckweed"High temperatures from Portland to Eugene were expected to reach no higher than the low 90s."
The original projected high for today was 92. Yeah. NINETY-FUCKING-TWO MY FUCKING FANNY.
They did this all weekend, too. They projected 97 degrees yesterday, but it went all the way to 103 where I was at in SE Portland, and friends of mine in Newberg said that their thermometers registered something like 106 or 108. Are the weather people consistently misunderestimating the heat just to fool us into thinking global warming isn't happening? 'CAUSE IT SO ISN'T WORKING.
We haven't quite hit peak heat yet, I don't think--it's usually about 4:30 or 5 p.m. over here. So we may conceivably break the 100-degree barrier for, what, the fourth day in a row?
The original projected high for today was 92. Yeah. NINETY-FUCKING-TWO MY FUCKING FANNY.
They did this all weekend, too. They projected 97 degrees yesterday, but it went all the way to 103 where I was at in SE Portland, and friends of mine in Newberg said that their thermometers registered something like 106 or 108. Are the weather people consistently misunderestimating the heat just to fool us into thinking global warming isn't happening? 'CAUSE IT SO ISN'T WORKING.
We haven't quite hit peak heat yet, I don't think--it's usually about 4:30 or 5 p.m. over here. So we may conceivably break the 100-degree barrier for, what, the fourth day in a row?
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Date: 2006-07-25 12:18 am (UTC)Actually, I do care, because I'm going to have to fix my car tomorrow after work. It's broken down there.
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Date: 2006-07-25 12:25 am (UTC)(Good god, two different pop culture references in four words. Is it as bad as mixing your metaphors?)
And stop gloating about your air conditioner, you fucker. Grrr. Fucker. Grrrrrrrrr. GRRRR. Where's my bourbon?