I'm still doing well on fighting the compulsion to write things that offend weenies. All my geophysics is gone, or I can't trust it. I think there would be young people trying to get this out in the big institutions, and now they are fired. Just old crusts left.
We can enjoy our warm day, and our fanatics can claim that this proves their god exists. Good for them.
I interrupt my moody moodiness, to bring you the perfect storm. You can put that on your lock screen. Makes the ice storm look like day care.
Can't wait to hear the explanation for this. We should have these all April. "April Storms Break May Norms".
It's a perfect start to the "World Great Depression".
ps they want a knock-knock joke
Knock knock -- Who's there? -- Wheely -- Wheely Who? -- Wheely glad to meet you.
I have used this blog as a public diary, like Dr. Johnston. I like to consider it ahead of its time, but I won't be around to see if I am right. It is a compulsion to write, because its like the Harry Potter memory thing, pluck it out of your mind and forget it.
So, I am stopping my weather forecast, earthquake forecast, etc. There is no more geophysics in the world, it has all stopped with the trumpy purge. Perhaps it still exists, but I'm the only one looking at it, and if I say it's gone, it's gone.
You can accept all the 'reasons' for the weather, that come after the fact, and are never right in prediction. This is the fun life without physics. You can grumble about it getting colder, and the only reason will be 'It's getting colder.". This is truly the life of the 'Clockwork Universe' of the Earth being the centre of the Universe. Add another gear, when there are new results.
The big question is 'How soon' do we climb out of this? You'll never get that answer, because the politicians won't admit we are into anything, and they control all the physics spending.
My previous attempts to exit have all failed because of my compulsion to shout into the dark of the Universe. However, now I can shout at Gemini 2.5, and they can give a summary that pooh-poohs everything I say. I'll bind these 'letters' into a book that can gather dust for 100 years. And then, people will say "Man, what an idiot."
It's been fun. Hope natgas doesn't go through the roof.
