Where's our Kyle?
By adamg - 9/27/08 - 3:27 pm
Christine is not amused:
... The weather forcast was that Tropical Storm Kyle was going to dump 8 inches of torrential and damaging rain on us, with wind gusts of 50 miles an hour. All Saturday activities in town, including my son's football game, were canceled.
It's noon. It's drizzling out. There is no torrential rain. A poncho would have protected me from this and I would have survived being out in the elements. Again. Lies, nothing but lies. What is going on here that everything is being blown completely out of proportion? ...
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Buy all means, heavy rain,
Buy all means, heavy rain, flash floods like they promised.
A guy named Gregory, left
A guy named Gregory, left his house today and got soaking wet in the rain. He was pissed because the act of God made him wet. What do you think about Gregory getting pissed, cause its so unbelievably interesting?
Here we are now, entertain us!
Why doesn't a guy named Gregory get his own blog, where he can write about whatever scintillating stories and interesting items he can find to his heart's content?
WHOA hostile GrrrlyGrl. I
WHOA hostile GrrrlyGrl. I didn't realize you were working this corner.
What's hostile?
You have commented here and elsewhere on this site about how the content makes you bored. I suggested that you create your own blog and make it not boring.
That isn't hostile. That is direct.
If I were hostile, I could have used strong language, insulted your cat and your entire extended family, etc. and speculated about your IQ and general level of hygiene. I didn't do that.
it's late but it's here
And just in time to prevent the Sox-Yankees game from starting. Really they should just cancel it now. There is no good reason to try playing it today, nor to reschedule it as a doubleheader tomorrow.
Not Kyle
Not yet ... Kyle is still considerably to the south. This is that deranged bit of moisture they were talking about last week.
Looks like Kyle might take the track of Juan in 2003 - the one that kicked the schrod out of the Maritime provinces.
No Picnic on the Field
I just brought home a wet soccer player, with mud and grass where it ought not be, twisted limbs, bruises, green streaks on his arms and a big red mark on his face where a wet ball hit.
He'd be much chillier and fully mud caked, except that Mom played soccer in the rainy Northwest as a young lass and knew to have him bring a big towel, thermos of warm water, washcloth, and change of clothing.
During the game, I used an umbrella to ward off the drizzle. At least it was still wet enough to keep the skeeters down, although the fog forming on the field didn't help the ref much.
I'm glad older son didn't ref today - the rising mystic pushes water up through that particular playing field/flood plain, even several hours after the rain ends.
All of this is minor of course, compared to storms that destroy neighborhoods and kill people. But if Christine doesn't understand why forecasts are so off and why the warnings are made, then why doesn't she go learn about meteorology and weather forecasting? Do some digging in the history of storms and watch some Discovery channel stuff on how weather prediction and warning systems work and what the limitations are responsibilities are?
After all, it was a man with her very same attitude who overruled the guy who accurately predicted the 1938 hurricane. The guy then cancelled all the warnings. We all know how nice it was that nobody was overly alarmed as the supervisor had feared, right?
football, it ain't soccer
it is meant to be played in the elements. Sorry your soccer player took one to the face and got mud where mud doesn't belong. I expect that with football, and it is one of the joys in life that we look forward to.
as for looking up history and edumacating myself by watching the discovery channel my comments are that AS OF LATE i do notice a severe propensity for the HYPERBOLIC overexaggeration by NEWSCASTERS.
You have got to admit that the whole "CERTAIN DEATH ZOMG!!!11! EVERYONE IS GONNA DIE!!!!1!!!" thing that all of the news stations do anymore feeds into the french toast alert systems, which is why we mock them here at Uhub with our own.
my entire point is that we've become a chicken little society. and it bothers me rather.
Ack! It's SubTropical Storm Laura! Repent!
The hyperbole is a bit deafening, true.
Amusing? Yep. Worthy of Mockery? Yep.
The real risk: we get too used to ignoring them. Then, when the sky does fall and the tide comes calling over the Charles River Dam, will anybody listen?
agreed
and i love your subject line.
she says as she's screetching "run tooooo tha hhiilllllllls run for your li-i-iiiiiiiife!" with the great big guitar solo raging in the background.
Christine, if this is any interest to you,
the weather forecasters are able to observe the various present weather patterns and tell if and when the potential for a major storm is there, no matter what time of year it is. So, when they do predict a major storm, sometimes they get it right, and sometimes they don't. I agree that maybe certain ways of forecasting should be changed, such as saying..there's potential for a major storm which is approaching..we need to monitor it on the hour and go from there. "
that is very true
but they take "potential" and turn it into "hard solid fact" like 9000 people facing "certain death!!!!!" if they stay behind.
i think that everything has gotten so incredibly hyperbolic since Katrina, and it's time to reel the speculators in.
What I really and truly dislike, though,
is when people get into a state of hysteria, flock to the grocery stores, and buy out the whole damned place, not to mention the long lines that result. it's stupid. I understand elderly and/or disabled people going out and buying stuff in advance of a predicted storm, due to not knowing if or when they'll be able to get out to buy groceries, but it annoys me no end when I see younger, able-bodied people doing that.
How do you know ...
They're not out shopping for their nana or bubbe?
Newsflash
If you thought that crowds were because of the storm coming, um, not likely. People who work during the week shop on Friday nights and weekends anyway. These are typically the busiest times to shop. Furthermore, people in MA were traditionally paid on Thursdays and thus go shopping on Thursday nights, and many stores stay open late for that. Some people may have simply taken advantage of tradition and got their shopping done earlier than usual.
I rarely get out during the week because it is often 8pm by the time I get home, finish dinner, and clean up. I like to take they boys with me, as they shorten the trip by fetching things and hauling bags into the house, so I won't go out that late. However, I doubt that is much different for single people who work full time outside of their homes and need to be up early.
I was in Wilmington with younger son for a soccer game and decided to go to a gigantic Market Basket (well, compared to Somerville), while I was out there. I wasn't the only one - soccer jerseys from Winchester and Somerville and Everett were spotted. Anyway, somebody said something about "I hate to shop here on Saturday - it's always so crowded" and Somerville soccer dad and I exchanged amused glances and giggles - the Somerville MB is always wall to wall people and stuff in the aisles at any time that it is open - this suburban form of "crowded" was spacious luxury to us.
i'm sorry gregory
the time of my post was 8am, when the night before, due to the forecast saying we were to be pelted viciously in the morning, they'd canceled all our everything for the day here in town.
my issue is with the fact that no one, even with all their fancy pants meteorological equipment on the entire planet, can even REMOTELY get things right or close or anything. Heck, Adam even put up the French Toast Alert based on the forecast, days early.
at 5pm, yes, the rain was coming down. and it's coming down now here north of boston.
i'm sorry you got wet, dear gregory, but we wouldn't have if we'd had football. and that's my beef.