El Nino? Global Warming? Who knows. All I know is this: On Saturday, January 6th, 2007, in the frozen wasteland (as my wife used to call it) of New England, it was 71 degrees. I'm sorry, but that's just fucked up. Something ain't right. Don't get me wrong, I had a wonderful day. Mrs. TK and I packed up one of the dogs (Ceili), met up with a couple of friends and went hiking in the Blue Hills. It was great. I was in a t-shirt and pants, and perfectly comfortable, even warm at times.
I was in a t-shirt, people. In January. Shouldn't we be panicking? Running for the hills, screaming the sky is falling? Shouldn't there be rioting in the streets, profiteering... dare I say it... MASS HYSTERIA!* I'm another 60 degree day away from stockpiling guns and dried food in the basement and waiting for the Apocalypse.
I know I shouldn't bitch, but the truth is, I like the New England winters**. I like the crispness to the air, I love the snow. Sure, the commuting is a nightmare, but dammit, I just blew 600 bucks on a damn snowblower, which is now might as well be a gas-powered hat rack.
I don't know what to think anymore. But if any (or either) of my readers has an opinion, let me know. But make sure it's here on the blog. Because I'm shootin' any motherfucker that gets on my property trying to steal food.
* I was going to show the Ghostbusters clip, but for some reason Youtube won't let me embed it. So here's the link. It remains consistently hilarious.
** My wife doesn't understand this. She hates the winter. She calls me "the world's worst African".