Baxil [bakh-HEEL'], n.
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Okay, I've been suffering silently through weeks of unseasonal clouds and sporadic rain -- and the strange spectacle of mid-May snow in a region where the hills are usually long brown by now -- but it's once again time for my annual mental break
Current Location: ~spiral
Tags: my brain now hurts
If it's any help, today summer just started here! Er, that's the second summer; the first one was uh in March I think, and finished last month, which I guess was autumn? There should have been a winter and spring in between but we appear to have skipped those.
Every time I've seen hail, it's been in June or July . . .
My point being that hail is a sign of summer! Yay!
Not, mind you, my FAVORITE sign . . .
|Date:||June 3rd, 2011 03:18 am (UTC)|| |
I kinda look at hail as a weather SEGFAULT. I agree, there's a specific debugging routine left in somewhere inside of summer() that often generates it, but this year we're getting all-around program instability. We've had several crashes that haven't gone anywhere near the summer code. And the Prime Debugger seems to be falling down on the job. :(
Now, now. This is actually part of the program. It's not the Programmer's problem that we're feeding crazy data as inputs. GIGO, after all.
|Date:||June 5th, 2011 02:42 pm (UTC)|| |
SIGXFSZ: flurry size limit exceeded
... And meanwhile, over here, we're seeing completely unseasonable heat and a country-wide drought. :/
|Date:||June 3rd, 2011 03:08 am (UTC)|| |
Actually, wait, on second thought: You give that back! :-p This year just broke California's decade-long drought. I want my unreasonable, ridiculous heat back! I need it for my stupid ectothermic blood.
Edited at 2011-06-03 03:13 am (UTC)
Yeah, we'd need to trade half of our respective weathers. Balance in all things. Which is something the world seems stubbornly determined not to provide, for some reason. :|
Heh! Welcome to Washington . . . even though you are not in Washington.
|Date:||June 3rd, 2011 03:09 am (UTC)|| |
I put in my time in Washington. I know from Washington. And this ...
.. okay, you're right, it's Washington actually.
You had hail, we had rain. As I keep saying in various places, it seems clear by now that the precipitation year in this area has shifted relative to the calendar. It used to be almost unheard of to have rain here after early May; now it continues into mid-June, and by the same token, doesn't start until sometime in December when it used to start sometime in October. (See also lack of frost days in winter and fewer really really hot days in summer.)
Of course this could all shift back at some point another couple of decades in the future. Weather pendulums. So summer will start, just later. And go later.
|Date:||June 3rd, 2011 03:11 am (UTC)|| |
Thank you. That does help, actually. Though I'd rather have the sun when I can also bask in the heat, and the cold along with the short days so that I can properly hibernate ...
Journal of the distressed ectotherm
June 6, 2011.
The rain. It is relentless. I have named it; its name is a thousand curse words. It will not stop. The wet, the wet ... agh, the wet. Outside holds no allure; there is no warmth there, nor gladness. The sky is gray, and closed in; my heavenward gazes are met by a ubiquitous gloomy blanket, a reminder of my own mortality and limitations. Evening does not fall, it merely slides in to replace the only slightly less dim countenance of the full day. There does not seem to be a morning, an afternoon, an evening, a night -- there is just darkness, and slightly less darkness.
The rain, the rain, the rain, the rain ...
Deep in my memories, I remember sunshine and warmth and smiles and happiness, long days of high energy and seemingly limitless possibilities. Are these hallucinations? Lies? Did they ever actually happen? I am not certain.
Thus it is that the rain -- the evil, vile, cold, unforgiving, wet, damp, endless rain -- is now even causing me to doubt my own sanity.
The rain, the rain, the rain ... oh god, the rain...