It’s cold and windy out there, and I can’t feel my toes right now, and so I’m thinking…
Yeah.
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
It’s cold and windy out there, and I can’t feel my toes right now, and so I’m thinking…
Yeah.
I bet there are nasty bugs there.
Why do you have a photo of my backyard?
Johnwilkins:
You wouldn’t happen to live down the street? :)
If it’s any comfort, PZ. and if so it is merely cold comfort, down here in NC its 18 F and I have to check the hose bibs again before I go to sleep. If they aren’t left drip . . . drip . . . dripping they will freeze and we’ll have burst pipes in the crawl space and we’ll have to cut off the main water valve and I’ll have to wriggle underneath and make repairs. Don’t want to. Really don’t want to. I can but, shit, what a pain in the ass to sweat pipes in a space that not only precludes standing up but kneeling, too. I don’t like it when solder drips in my eyes.
Consider yourself fortunate to live in a place that expects prolonged periods of sub-freezing temps; at least you have freeze proof hose bibs.
Er . . . you do have freeze proof hose bibs, don’t you?
A pleasant 32 degrees (I have no idea or interest in converting that to heathen fahrenheit) here in the South Pacific on the Golf course last Sunday. Pleasant cool breeze and I went 5 under my handicap, you poor sods.
I really miss seeing crystallized water. I just wish I had the right sorta skill set or whatever to move to norway (or at least, somewhere other then the U.S.A…)
Crudely,
Here in New England our hoses don’t have bibs. They just let the spaghetti sauce dribble down their shirts.
DonDueed–
You forget lobster bibs. Lobsters are notoriously messy eaters.
It was 4 F when I hopped on my bicycle to head to work yesterday morning. This morning it’s -3 F. I much prefer this to the triple digits in summer; there’s only so little I can wear.
Here in Seattle, it is a balmy 44 F. We may even see a bit of sun today. But not too much, I hope: it dries out the sinuses, and that can’t possibly be good.
Aloha from The Big Island. Come on over!
Just picture me there. Sweating profusely. Unable to do anything productive due to the oppressive heat. That’s me at this moment.
Half my office is leaving for a conference in San Antonio while I’m stuck here in the sub zero wind chills. Bastards.
The person who plumbed my house foolishly did not install freeze-proof hose bibs. Those pipes inevitably burst. I have the new ones, and I have shut off water to the old ones. There just doesn’t seem to be much point to installing the news ones for a few months just now.
I was wearing a T-shirt yesterday here in the Mojave Desert. I like being comfortable, but shit, that ain’t natural.
Mid to high 70s here in Phoenix the past two weeks (and sunny, of course). That’s 7 to 9 degrees above normal, so I worry about how hot summer will be.
Come down to Perth, Western Australia PZ! It’s a pleasent 24 degrees centigrade right now… at 3:30AM.