Well, what with the sulfurous pall and the triple digit temperatures, we’re either experiencing a crappy summer, or a great viral marketing campaign for Hell. The fire isn’t even particularly close, and yet there’s a huge plume of smoke roiling over the hills behind our building.
And the next wingnut who smugly declares that his unseasonably cool local weather means global climate change is a myth will be cordially invited to eat the ashes I just scraped off my windshield. The buffet line forms to the right, ladies and gents.
Posted by scott on Saturday, August 29th, 2009 at 3:31 pm