The worst thing about life in Fecal Creek (other than the fact its denizens simply cannot drive to save their lives) is the absolutely brutal and cruel summer heat.  July is typically the worst…that’s the month when our forecast and that of our sister city of Fallujah are identical.

This heat, while ridiculous and totally unacceptable, doesn’t bother me as much as it has in past summers.  Part of this has to do with the fact that I now live and work in what is essentially a house-shaped refrigerator.  Actually, the over-achieving air conditioner has everything to do with why I don’t completely melt down in these ungodly, blasted conditions.  Human beings are not meant to live in temperatures like these.  At least not the Irish human beings.  Certainly not this Irish human being.

It might be time to start talking about getting out of California.

N.P.: “Keep Going” – Tom Morello, The Bloody Beetroots