More greenhouse gases, please
Global warming, my pasty white ass.
It's October frickin' twelfth, for crying out loud. And in the sprawling countryside west of Toronto, we have snow. SNOW. Right now, outside my frickin' window. As I type this.
Don't believe me? Take a glance down my street.
What? You can't see my street? That's because there's a crapload of cold white fluffy stuff blowing and swirling out of the sky.
Look at my poor tree, my fence! It's not even Halloween yet!
Am I unimpressed? Note the unimpressed face on this blogger as I get dusted with a light coating of snow. Which takes all of a few seconds, since, in case I haven't mentioned it yet, we're in the middle of a frickin' snowstorm not halfway through October.
I live at the same latitude as Marseilles on the Mediterranean. The same as Tuscany. The same as Sapporo, Japan.
If we're going to have Global WarmingTM, at least send a little of it my way.
Update: Silver lining? At least I don't live in Buffalo. Of course, you don't need a snowstorm to say that...