http://eluper.livejournal.com/53301.html

Of particular interest to children’s writers…

AND THEN DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT NASTY WEATHER DOES?

it makes you sick.
like a dog.
*sniffle*
*cough*
*gag*
*cries*

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/7130484.stm

You can keep your quokkas; I’m a jerboa man all the way!

As for winter: As you know, I live within a mile of you, and I think this weather sucks. I walk around wrapped in layer after layer of garments, and at home I huddle wrapped in blankets. Not wild about all the dark either. Spring can come anytime.

You know justine, there are some sites that you can make polls like that and put it on your blog.

Actually, I just eat outside anyway because the rooms smell funny, but if they didn’t smell funny it would be even worse. But the smelly rooms are not the point here. The point is the frozen toes that then have to kick balls around for PE. And everyone who has ever kicked a ball with numb toes knows that it hurts. It’s all rather horrible, really.

Okay, so which is better, sweating on the bed for no good reason or snuggling in the warmth of blankets?

I did a stint of work in Dallas, one morning the temps were actually a comfortable 70, I was driving to work with the windows rolled down and my arm out the side. Everybody else had their heaters on.

There’s been six heavy storms in the space of a week — and I don’t mean nice summer storms either. Torrential downpours … inches of rain in 10 minutes, with multiple hail storms that have seriously damaged property and even lead to one death …

It still hasn’t been cold here in Sydney, but damn it’s miserable weather for summer — grey and dark for most of December.

Again, I know it’s still paradise compared to a northern winter, but it’s meant to be summer here!

i officially ban myself. i’ll be floating in the pool, sipping a mai tai while i wait for you all to finish.

oh, is that a quokka running by? No, just that damn possum that keeps me awake all night. grrr.

even the ones who try to send you sunshine?

My sweetheart lives in England and he is all NOT enjoying winter either. I frequently tease him by telling him “oh yes, I played cricket on the beach today (true) in a purple bikini (not true, everyone knows the proper cricket bikini colour is white….)” but I would not do that to you justine! I just do it to him because he is a guy and it is fun to watch his eyes roll up in his head when his brain short circuits via webcam.

I remember when I was living in the US, in a southern place where snow was unusual. I had just gotten my driver’s licence and drove to work one night. It was bitterly cold, which was weird for that area. I came out of the hospital where I worked at 4 am to 6 inches of SNOW! I watched one of the residents come slip-sliding into the parking lot, went inside and called a cab! I picked up my car that afternoon when the snow had melted.

Sorry for the long-winded postage!

Calliope: You tell them! Smug bastards. We don’t care that they’re warm, do we? I hope surf boards fall on every single one of them. Even if they live inland.

also, justine, i am totally with you on the banning people who don’t have real winter on blogs about coldness. if i read one more comment on how it is gorgeous with sunny blue skies and 60s/70s/80s in places that i don’t live in i will scream. seriously. people who are experiencing good weather cannot comment on this post.

So does sickness and death and I ain’t loving them either.

But also: “I think I’m going to have to ban everyone who lives somewhere without actual winter: ie Brisbane, Sydney, California, Florida etc. Those places do not have winter.”

Hmmm…..

Growing up in Northern California has spoiled me for any other climate, I’m afraid. I don’t like cold weather, which means anything that makes my ears cold. I don’t like hot weather, especially when it’s humid, which means anything other than bone dry. If it rains for more than about two days in a row, I start to feel sulky.