Wether the weather.

I haven’t blogged for ages, so I might resume.

The Weather.

The weather is rooted, it's seriously rooted. You can call it climate change, normal drought, natural, whatever, I call it rooted.

It's dry. It's so damned dry the weeds are dying off. I'm not all that concerned about the oxalis, but when it browns naturally, there's a problem.

Half the freakin' state is on fire, or burnt. Everything keeps going orange in the hazy sunlight, visibility is low, and there's a sickening hint of burnt woodland in the air. This happens every few days now.

And what's with this forecast? Today was 'sposed to have a possible thunderstorm, that was cancelled.
Tomorrow: Possible thunderstorm.
Thursday: Possible thunderstorm.
Friday: Possible thunderstorm.
Saturday: Cloud increasing (oh no! More cloud could mean....)
Sunday: Possible thunderstorm.
Monday and Tuesday - Mostly sunny.. (...mostly...)

They need a new category, it's obviously too restrictive. How about 'Possible weather phenomena'? 'Possible entirely, mostly, partially, or no sun, rain, hail, snow, overcast, storm, wind, or any increase, decrease or easing of them."

Admit it, you have no idea. Granted, faith healers and astrologers have a greater success rate than Melbourne meteorologists.

We've got stage 3 water restrictions in place, everyones upset (but still eating lots of meat and rice), the elderly pine for their gardens, everyone but the government and industry points out its the fault of agriculture, and the government responds by sending out water hit-squads, everyones dobbing on one another and everyones afraid of their hoses.

And we had a shocker of a hot day today, so every cock-head retard jams on the freakin' air conditioning, a fire kills the "help us NSW power grid, our fuckers are using air con!" line, and the friggin' traffic lights go dead.

I'd personally like to thank the drivers, who were exceptionally well behaved, I was well impressed. Seriously, at most of them, it was if the lights were still working - as if everyone was imagining the exact sequence and accurate timing in unison. It was a beautiful thing to behold, an unspoken 'the turning traffic has had it's 17.5 seconds, it's our turn now'. From the 20 or so lights I passed, it wasn't even particularly slow, with the only real delay being the apprehension of the people in the front - being the first to turn in front of 4 lanes of on-coming light-free traffic is daunting. Kudos to you, the ONE police officer I saw directing traffic, and that one rather brave Average Joe who did the same at another.

Oh, and a big FUCK YOU to the circuit breaker for the fan in my car that cut out in the middle of a traffic-light-free-40C-in-a-rush-can't-delay day . May the sharp prong of my multimeter that I used to reset you teach you a lesson: Choose a more convenient time to trip, ya bastard.

Oh, and another one to the mechnical engineers at Convair, for not including an o-ring belt adjustment screw. I mean seriously, a fixed clip-in position? You know damn well that things going to stretch. And you didn't fix the pump blades either, how hard is it to put a notch in there? It's going to slip on the belt if there's an obstruction anyway..... I could go on....