Under no circumstances will hockey practice ever be cancelled. Ever. Even on days when school is cancelled, practice is still on. A game may be cancelled due to inclement weather because of travel concerns for the visiting team, but it would have to rain razor blades and bocce balls to cancel hockey practice at your local rink. It’s good karma to respect the game.
We’re off to Toronto for a week for NARCh. I wonder what the weather’s like in Toronto in July. At least there won’t be thunderstorms every day like the NARCh tournaments we went to in Florida.
Let me check the forecast . . .
I saw my brother for the first time in years this past weekend. He’s been living in Utah but he’s now on his way to Alaska to escape the coming Armageddon.
Canada and Mexico will be invading the United States from the top and bottom . . . I’ve forgotten the details, but it’s going to be bad. I don’t know why he was informed about this and I wasn’t.
I’m not moving to Alaska though. I’m not a cold-weather person. They can kill me right here in a pair of shorts . . .
(The New Yorker) #Temperatures soared into the 80s in Orange County this weekend. Thank god I stockpiled enough rum, Coke and ice to ride it out . . .
I’m supposed to be doing some stuff in London today, but the snivelling tossers cancelled all the trains and buses because there was a bit of snow. On the bright side, shutting down our financial services industry for a day will save the country billions.
The first storm of the season is rolling through Southern California, which means it’s time to bring back the time-honored tradition of sending female TV reporters out to do live weather remotes.
I saw a woman on TV this morning standing in a blizzard to tell me that it’s snowing in the Cajon Pass.
Really?! It always snows in the Cajon Pass. She could have told me the same thing from inside a heated studio.
Some day, one of these women is going to get pneumonia or frostbite and sue this whole sadistic practice out of existence . . .
We had a power outage at the office around 8:30 in the morning in the middle of a thunderstorm.
I work with the overhead lights off in my office anyway. The wall behind me is mostly one big window so I get enough light from that.
A co-worker poked his head in the door to say, “Since you work in the dark, you probably didn’t notice the power outage.”
“I noticed the lights went out in the hallway,” I said. “And I noticed that my computer shut down with 12 programs open. Other than that, business as usual.”
We’re off to NARCh for a week. I hope there won’t be thunderstorms every day like the last time we were there.
Let’s have a look at the 5-day . . .
It’s been pouring rain in Southern California last night and this morning . . .
Why does every local TV news show have to send some poor female reporter out to do live remotes, to stand in the biggest deluge they can find and tell people something they already know?
