I don't know if you can hear me, but I don't hear anyone else saying it. Oh wait! Yes I do! EVERYONE is saying it.
New York, is warm. Not warm and fuzzy and good in the way you think of Pooh, but in the, "I think we may drown when the ocean suddenly rises due to melting glaciers and ice-caps sliding into the Atlantic". Tomorrow, January 4th, is going to be almost 60 degrees for a high. The overnight low is 40. I'd be loving this if I wasn't starting to panic.
And the highs are expected to continue through next week. For those of you paid attention during earth science, the week after is supposed to be generally the coldest week of the year, when the least amount of heat is reaching the planet from the sun. But we've got nothing going. The jet stream, which normally around this time of year looks like something out of a toilet un-clogging commercial is flying high through Canada. That is the bad boy himself who is supposed to bring us frigid, arctic air to chill us northeasterners to our yar-blockos. And while he is known to be a volatile SOB, he can usually be counted on in times like this. If we've reached a point in our ill-conceived civilization where we have altered the cycle of the jet stream that much, then we are going to have a HUGE problem real soon:
THERE ISN"T GOING TO BE ANY MAPLE SYRUP!
And I'm not talking about that Log Cabin, Hungry Jack corn-syrup crap, no sir! I'm talking about the genuine, grade A light amber trip to heaven on the sweet wings of beautiful angels that is 100% pure maple syrup. Once the maple goes, the world goes. It's that simple people. It's just that simple.
New York, is warm. Not warm and fuzzy and good in the way you think of Pooh, but in the, "I think we may drown when the ocean suddenly rises due to melting glaciers and ice-caps sliding into the Atlantic". Tomorrow, January 4th, is going to be almost 60 degrees for a high. The overnight low is 40. I'd be loving this if I wasn't starting to panic.
And the highs are expected to continue through next week. For those of you paid attention during earth science, the week after is supposed to be generally the coldest week of the year, when the least amount of heat is reaching the planet from the sun. But we've got nothing going. The jet stream, which normally around this time of year looks like something out of a toilet un-clogging commercial is flying high through Canada. That is the bad boy himself who is supposed to bring us frigid, arctic air to chill us northeasterners to our yar-blockos. And while he is known to be a volatile SOB, he can usually be counted on in times like this. If we've reached a point in our ill-conceived civilization where we have altered the cycle of the jet stream that much, then we are going to have a HUGE problem real soon:
THERE ISN"T GOING TO BE ANY MAPLE SYRUP!
And I'm not talking about that Log Cabin, Hungry Jack corn-syrup crap, no sir! I'm talking about the genuine, grade A light amber trip to heaven on the sweet wings of beautiful angels that is 100% pure maple syrup. Once the maple goes, the world goes. It's that simple people. It's just that simple.