Halloooo and welcome to another Tuesday under the blazing summer arglbargl zomg I think I’m getting spinny...

It’s hot here! Is it hot there? Oh my sweet mercy the what the what it’s so... well, it’s officially gotten to be the time of year when we here in The South negotiate with the air conditioner rather than command it. And that makes me not want to do much of anything. At all. Now I vaguely seem to recall when I was a kid I could wander around in the unholy fires of summerhell with impunity, given enough to drink mind you. But now I am such a delicate flower that to walk outside is to wilt. I can only come to the conclusion that I am among the first generation of Eloi and I am doing the world a favor by not procreating more such helpless creatures. Then again, it seems that the weather is more persnickety than it was as well, so maybe it’s really not me after all. What say you, this morning, O ‘Noisers? Are we doomed as a species, or as a planet? Or is the world just peppered with the occasional ginormous wimp?