I went back and looked to see if maybe if I was just mythologizing in my memory. This is from 1983. It wasn't quite 100 / 95%, but it was close!
I know dallas is north texas, but getting off that plane into the metal tube that takes you into the terminal was the biggest heat blast i ever got. Nice air conditioned cabin to a metal tube that had been sitting in 100deg weather.
This feels relevant to @Nettdata 's interests: https://twitter.com/JasonKPargin/status/1735515322399052121
yeah all this sounds like a piece of cake for us. Last summer was absolutely brutal (and fatal for some people), but at a certain point you just learn to endure it. worst thing for me heat-related was when I started my marathon block this past summer. Yeah it was cooler in the morning, but you also had all that humidity from the night before which hadn't burnt off yet. I ended up doing most of my longer runs in the late afternoon, when it was the hottest — 100-105°+ — but at least the humidity was a lot lower. Temp differences could easily swing 25 degrees or more in a day, but you’re also looking at going from like 60% humidity down to like 10% humidity, which makes a MASSIVE difference when you’re running for several hours on end. fuck that. Not doing that shit ever again.
The worst heat/humidity I've experienced was Qatar. My first time there, I landed midday in early May. Getting off the plane into the heat was like walking into a wall. The entire country is a peninsula into the Persian Gulf, and Doha is roughly the same latitude as Miami. 110+ summer temps (120 out on the flightline, concrete stores and radiates a ton of heat) with humidity usually 80%+ so everything always felt damp.
I remember you said that you never felt fully dry when you were there. In other news, I just spent three HUNDRED fucking dollars on a Lululemon "Scuba" tracksuit. If JJ doesn't like this one, she can shove it up her ass. EDIT: You remind me of my friend/ the manager at the last shop I worked at. Every Christmas/ Valentine's day, we would try to come up with gift ideas for our wives, and his wife always hated everything he got (although, I must admit, he didn't try hard.). Finally, he just started giving her money. There was a whole Seinfeld episode about giving cash as a gift. I told him to get her a gift card for some store that she likes, but he never took the advice. Speaking of my old workplace, the owner sold the business to a local tire-chain, and is retiring. (He is also a notoriously greedy cheapskate; more on that in a minute.) Spoiler I found out from that same manager, and he told me that the owner was getting rid of some of the equipment for a low, or NO price (he gave away an A/C machine and a transmission flush machine). So I called up the owner, saying that I was interested in the strut-spring compressor he had. He was interested as well, saying that he didn't declare that as part of the inventory of the shop in the deal. So I went over there before business started Monday morning with high hopes. I was hoping he would just give it to me for being a loyal employee for six years, but I made an offer of $50. "Oh no, that's too low!" he said. "Okay. Well, I got $60, and that's all of my spare cash until payday." "No, no, I think I paid $900 for it, I can't take anything less than $300," he replied. "Well I don't have a spare $300 (I do, but that's not the point). Look, you're not going to be using this thing at home. This is just extra money to you." "NO. I could sell it to one of those guys (motioning to the other guys in the shop). Or I could find someone else to buy it. OR, I can keep it at my house, and you can make payments on it," he said. "I'm not going to pay $300 for it. Sorry." And I left. I was really pissed off about that, but I consoled myself with the fact that it was never mine to begin with. Fast forward a few days later. He calls me up, wanting me to do one last breathalyzer installation. (He charges $200, CASH ONLY to install those things, splits half with me, and reports NONE of it to the IRS.) "Yeah, I'll be there." I show up that day after I get out of work, and I tell him that my rate for an installation is now $300. That's what my service is worth, starting today. He hemmed and hawed, saying one of his favorite lines: "I'm not going to make any money!" To which I replied: "You can keep all the money. Just let me take the compressor." "For real? You'd throw me under the bus like that?" he protested. "No one is getting thrown under any bus. You aren't even going to miss that thing." Then he tried to stare me down. I won. One hour later, I did one of the most difficult breathalyzer installations of all (2013 Ford Taurus -ask if you want details as to WHY it's so difficult), I drove away with a 3,500 pound spring compressor.
Ahh, yes, the ol' kudzu. The same still, stagnant air as the pine thicket, without the shade. Absolute hell on earth. Only had to fuck around in that nonsense a couple of times.
Three hundred dollars combined for a top and bottom? damn dude you got a steal at lulu (Fun random lululemon bit of history: the founder named it that because he’s a racist piece of shit, and thought the way Asians pronounced their L’s was funny. So he made a name that was intentionally super difficult for them to say.)
Pfff, typical Canadian. I mean, there is no L in Japanese. I thought he just wanted it to be memorable when selling yoga pants. He also hates fat people, especially if they're fat from drinking sugary sodas.
Truth is, I’ve never given cash for a Christmas gift, I was in a mood when I suggested it. I don’t even like giving gift cards. I try to find things meaningful or that I know someone will enjoy but wouldn’t buy for themselves. But some people make it so difficult. Last year I bought my aide a hand turned candy bowl my brother made and a bunch of hard candies to fill it with. I figured she could have it on her end table or whatever when she’s watching TV. But when she got it, it was evident she wasn’t enthused. So screw it, this year she gets a Dunkin Donuts gift card in a Christmasy looking mug I found at Hobby Lobby. Also, I remember I DID buy my wife an article of clothing she liked after the dress. I got her a Carharrt zip up hoodie that she loves. I still think the dress would have looked nice on her though.
Good news, folks! Blossom decided to take the hint and walked her ugly and obnoxious ass off hosting Jeopardy!, making it watchable again! Whoever hired her should be shot and pissed on.
Unfortunately Jeopardy has already been ruined by having these second chance tournaments. It's a shame that Michael Davies had to come in and tinker with a product that had worked for nearly 40 years when he took over as executive producer. He was also the executive producer of Who Wants to Be a Millionaire when it aired on network television, though I don't know how much of it was his fault that that show failed after it was overexposed. But I am happy for Ken Jennings, assuming that he will be the permanent host now. I have met him in real life and he is super nice.
Jennings is great. Gets in some pretty low-key zingers every now and then. You have to be paying attention. I don't know if Davies will ruin the show, ultimately, but he was hamstrung by the writer's strike. (Jennings is not in the union, either, and Blossom is) That's why they temporarily messed with the format.
Aaaaand Jungle Julia just found the rest of her presents. Why the fuck was she looking in the HVAC closet?! This Christmas is going to suck, I just know it.
They fired her. Like everybody else here I thought Jennings should have been the sole host from the start.