Thursday, August 16, 2007

Coke machines in the desert

To say the last two weeks have been "hot" would be to call the Hundred Years War "a brief misunderstanding," or the Pacific Ocean "a place to store some water," or the Devil Rays "not the best team in baseball." It's been humid day after triple-digit day of an unspeakably dense, choking heat, the kind that permeates your very being and saps your ability -- and sometimes even your will -- to move, or think, or breathe.

Apparently it plays tricks on your senses, too, because I've had some strange visions lately:
Just imagine the hallucinations we'd have if global warming were anything more than an excuse for lazy polar bears that refuse to take personal responsibility and learn to swim.


Anonymous Dan said...

What worse is that I have to sit in my house with the AC because it's so hot... which means I'm likely reading or watching the news. There's no escape!

2:22 PM  

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