Nothing like watching your favorite team blow it in overtime only to walk out into the first snow of the year.
Dammit
Current beer-scale: 8.2
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Showing posts with label weather. Show all posts
11/16/14
2/5/14
Whiteout
Christ almighty it's ridiculous out. You'd think we were Canadian or something.
Current beer-scale: a work-related 8.6
1/7/14
Fuck us all
I know its not a mature attitude but I am having trouble handling this weather. When your building is freezing from the inside out its not a good sign. Good thing I only have an interview to go to today.
Time to get the gimp out.
Current beer-scale: 7.9
10/7/13
Duh.
The new boss was surprised to see me still riding on a 45 degree morning and asked me how I cope with the colder temps.
"Wear more clothes, and that's about it!"
And that's about all you can do. Control what you can control and try not to worry too much about everything else. Words to live by and wise thought for Monday morning.
Current beer-scale: 8.1
"Wear more clothes, and that's about it!"
And that's about all you can do. Control what you can control and try not to worry too much about everything else. Words to live by and wise thought for Monday morning.
Current beer-scale: 8.1
6/3/13
WTholyF?
June 3rd and I'm looking at temps in the mid-50's and wearing a jacket home in a few minutes. Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on around here?
Current beer-scale: 9.2 and insurance forms in the mail
Current beer-scale: 9.2 and insurance forms in the mail
1/29/13
the fuck?
It's 61 degrees today. I rode in shorts. It's January 29th. Utterly insane, and I'm filling this day away for when it's in the teens as it certainly will be sometime in March.
Thankfully, I think I saw speedy-guy from yesterday. If it was the same guy he's okay, but going much slower today. Smart thinking guy.
Current beer-scale: 7.8
Thankfully, I think I saw speedy-guy from yesterday. If it was the same guy he's okay, but going much slower today. Smart thinking guy.
Current beer-scale: 7.8
6/28/12
fuck
Did that stop me from riding? No. It's not going to be any better on the train.
Actually, the baby's 3 AM feeding turning into a triple diaper changing and not going back to bed might be the bigger factor at this point. That was not awesome.
Current beer-scale: 9.2
5/31/12
Wet
Ugh.
I came down with a bad case of "fuck-this-I'm-riding-home" a little early today, and ride home I did. Nice and wet the entire way, just in time to walk the dog once the rain stopped. Good times.
Current beer-scale: 6.7
Current beer-scale: 6.7
2/29/12
Sploosh
Yeah, 48 degrees and a headwind made things way too hot for the cap w/ear flaps this morning. That was ri-fucking-diculous.
In other news, everyone was out this morning but I took the path to save myself some aggravation. Let's hope that stands up to the windstorm we're apparently due for this afternoon.
Current beer-scale: 8.8
1/23/12
fenders that actually fend
Ugh. 5+ inches of snow on Friday have turned into winter muck by Monday morning. At least I could get back on the bike. A couple of days off and my still-healing ass is a little sore this morning.
It was a rough weekend. Our Saturday morning walk with the dog was so bad it ended with a trip to a local shop to get her some boots. She did not like them, despite how she sprinted the entire evening walk.
At least she didn't have to wear them this morning. As much as we'd both rather still be in bed a 45 degree walk in January isn't too bad.
Current beer-scale: 8.1
It was a rough weekend. Our Saturday morning walk with the dog was so bad it ended with a trip to a local shop to get her some boots. She did not like them, despite how she sprinted the entire evening walk.
At least she didn't have to wear them this morning. As much as we'd both rather still be in bed a 45 degree walk in January isn't too bad.
Current beer-scale: 8.1
1/12/12
Fine, let it snow
There's a winter weather advisory in Chicago for the next twenty-four hours. Bring it on I say.
Actually, I would rather sit this one out but there's no use complaining about it. I hemmed and hawed about not riding today but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead I hopped on the bike for one last easy snow-free ride. It was the best way to start the day.
The plan is to have the tank spend the night in the office since I have to stay late tonite and probably won't feel like riding through snow drifts and the first real snow of the year. People are not bright-a few real inches and this turns into Atlanta. No one can drive and everyone freaks out. Hooray!
Current beer-scale: 6.2 and looking forward to some work beers tonite.
Actually, I would rather sit this one out but there's no use complaining about it. I hemmed and hawed about not riding today but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead I hopped on the bike for one last easy snow-free ride. It was the best way to start the day.The plan is to have the tank spend the night in the office since I have to stay late tonite and probably won't feel like riding through snow drifts and the first real snow of the year. People are not bright-a few real inches and this turns into Atlanta. No one can drive and everyone freaks out. Hooray!
Current beer-scale: 6.2 and looking forward to some work beers tonite.
7/20/11
7/1/11
Damn
Damn Nature, you scary.
So it hailed last night, and I didn't think anything outside was exposed enough to get damaged, but apparently I forgot about the grill. Both how exposed AND how cheap it is.
The red had started to bleach out lately so I put the cover on, and last night the hail machine-gunned it. Oh well. Not that I needed an excuse to upgrade the grill eventually, but jeez that didn't take long. Never skimp when it comes to your grill.
Current beer-scale: 6.7 & climbing! We'll see if it actually hits 100 today.
3/28/11
Recipe for disaster
No sleep and temps in the 20's, yeah I'm not very happy right now. Earmuffs and a hipster cap were not cutting it out in the elements.
The sun is out but all I could think on the way in this morning was "Y U NO MAKE IT WARM?" The internet has ruined me.
Waking up at 1:30 this morning to think about work to the point where I had to get up and walk around the apartment didn't help either. I knew I should have had that nightcap last night. Something I will remedy tonite. And tomorrow night. And so on.
Current beer-scale: 9.8
The sun is out but all I could think on the way in this morning was "Y U NO MAKE IT WARM?" The internet has ruined me.
Waking up at 1:30 this morning to think about work to the point where I had to get up and walk around the apartment didn't help either. I knew I should have had that nightcap last night. Something I will remedy tonite. And tomorrow night. And so on.Current beer-scale: 9.8
3/24/11
Holy crap
It's back to winter lately, with snow overnight that was thankfully not still on the roads when it was time to head into work this morning. With the sun out I could at least pretend it was late-March instead of early January. Too bad I had to pull the tights back on this morning. But I haven't completely shaved my beard yet for a reason, and March in Chicago was exactly that reason.
In the meantime, we're trying to complete a short sale as buyers and the sellers are driving us insane. Waiting for the bank to approve the contract is one thing--the sellers still trying to add conditions and wedging in a clause that would still give them possession after closing was something else. Something enough to have us ready to terminate the deal. But it seems like their reps talked some sense into them and the deal is still on. Until the next crazy thing happens.
On one side I understand why they might be tempted to make things a little more difficult; it must suck to realize you can't afford the place you've got a mortgage on and have to let it go or get foreclosed on. A sale might be hard under normal circumstances, but a short sale ramps up the pressure by leaving dates completely up to the bank while you're scrambling to figure out what's going to happen next.
The good news for us is that our lease isn't up until July. We can sit back and wait, but if any more crazy comes from these people we're going to start to wonder just what kind of shape the place is going to be in once the deal finally closes. I would imagine the frustration at having to lose money on a place would make it awfully tempted to put a few boot prints through the wall. Hell, when this latest crap happened I was so mad I was ready to walk away completely, which made me even madder b/c I love the place and desperately want to move there. Which is why we got involved in this insane process in the first place.
Deep breaths. Whenever it happens, it happens. In the meantime I've got beer at home and plenty of whiskey to back it up. Good times.
Current beer-scale: 7.8
In the meantime, we're trying to complete a short sale as buyers and the sellers are driving us insane. Waiting for the bank to approve the contract is one thing--the sellers still trying to add conditions and wedging in a clause that would still give them possession after closing was something else. Something enough to have us ready to terminate the deal. But it seems like their reps talked some sense into them and the deal is still on. Until the next crazy thing happens.
On one side I understand why they might be tempted to make things a little more difficult; it must suck to realize you can't afford the place you've got a mortgage on and have to let it go or get foreclosed on. A sale might be hard under normal circumstances, but a short sale ramps up the pressure by leaving dates completely up to the bank while you're scrambling to figure out what's going to happen next.
The good news for us is that our lease isn't up until July. We can sit back and wait, but if any more crazy comes from these people we're going to start to wonder just what kind of shape the place is going to be in once the deal finally closes. I would imagine the frustration at having to lose money on a place would make it awfully tempted to put a few boot prints through the wall. Hell, when this latest crap happened I was so mad I was ready to walk away completely, which made me even madder b/c I love the place and desperately want to move there. Which is why we got involved in this insane process in the first place.
Deep breaths. Whenever it happens, it happens. In the meantime I've got beer at home and plenty of whiskey to back it up. Good times.
Current beer-scale: 7.8
2/10/11
At least I remembered to double-sock
WGN had the temp even lower when I left this morning, but however far below zero it was I was still in less actual pain on my bike than I was on the train yesterday. Between stuffing my flat feet into uncomfortable boots and jamming onto a train with no room to move, every time I take the train pain starts radiating up from my feet until I can stumble out at my stop.
No such drama on the bike, at least not after I was able to get the door unfrozen. Last winter the deadbolt froze in place and I had to jump out the window and kick the door in after taking the hinges off. That actually collapses the inside doorknob a bit but the lock still worked. Until this morning, when I went to take the dog out before I left and couldn't unlock the door at all. Eventually I got it open with some pliers to turn the bolt, but I doubt we'll be locking the door at all for the next few days. Hopefully since the wife is home sick again I can get inside at the end of the day.
Even better, I have delicious rye whiskeys to drink when the day is over. As long as I can make it to that point, everything should be gravy. Good times.
Current beer-scale: a frigid 8.2
2/3/11
Dug out, at least a little
Snow days are even more fun as an adult.
Had a chance to sleep in, managed to dig our way out of our snowed-in walkway to take the dog out, had enough food to make it through the day and have awesome steaks for dinner plus drinks--I'll take an adult snow day over a kid's snow day anytime.
That was what the alley behind our place looked like yesterday morning. Snow past my knees but after digging through a four-foot drift in our walkway that seemed like a piece of cake. The dog loved it.
If it weren't for the dog I don't think we would have even left the house at all yesterday. We even took a pretty fantastic nap around 3:30. Sounds like the perfect day to wrap up with some steaks.
I hate this time of year but if I could spend a few more days like that I'd be much happier with February. Today it's back to business, expect for the idiot who left a car abandoned in the middle of our street for the past 36 hours.
Yes it's not plowed and the car couldn't go anywhere anyway, but it's not going to get better with a car in the middle of the street either. The snow isn't going to magically disappear, especially when it's below zero now. The alley actually looks better than the street at this point; people realized some ass had left a car out and with everyone shoveling out their garage, it's actually easier to drive up the alley than Greenview. That was how I carried the bike up to Fullerton this morning.
And yeah, I was back on the bike b/c the train sucks balls and I'm not the brightest. It wasn't too bad, except Wells and Division were slushier than I expected and it was damn cold. Still better than the train though.
Current beer-scale: 1.1
Had a chance to sleep in, managed to dig our way out of our snowed-in walkway to take the dog out, had enough food to make it through the day and have awesome steaks for dinner plus drinks--I'll take an adult snow day over a kid's snow day anytime.
That was what the alley behind our place looked like yesterday morning. Snow past my knees but after digging through a four-foot drift in our walkway that seemed like a piece of cake. The dog loved it.
If it weren't for the dog I don't think we would have even left the house at all yesterday. We even took a pretty fantastic nap around 3:30. Sounds like the perfect day to wrap up with some steaks.
I hate this time of year but if I could spend a few more days like that I'd be much happier with February. Today it's back to business, expect for the idiot who left a car abandoned in the middle of our street for the past 36 hours.
Yes it's not plowed and the car couldn't go anywhere anyway, but it's not going to get better with a car in the middle of the street either. The snow isn't going to magically disappear, especially when it's below zero now. The alley actually looks better than the street at this point; people realized some ass had left a car out and with everyone shoveling out their garage, it's actually easier to drive up the alley than Greenview. That was how I carried the bike up to Fullerton this morning.And yeah, I was back on the bike b/c the train sucks balls and I'm not the brightest. It wasn't too bad, except Wells and Division were slushier than I expected and it was damn cold. Still better than the train though.
Current beer-scale: 1.1
2/1/11
The nerds know what I'm talking about
Yeah, that sucked.
The blizzard hit about an hour early, and when the office closed I wasted two bucks trying to take the train home. I lasted three trains worth but by that point I knew I was screwed. There were more people on the platform after the third train left than before the first train I couldn't fit onto got to the station, with more and more people continuing to stream in.
I'm impatient with the CTA under best case scenarios, and a blizzard freaking everyone out is far from that. So I headed upstairs to walk home. It wasn't that bad, other than the fact that about halfway home, I looked up into whiteout conditions and with the furry hood on my snorkel jacket felt like I was looking out at the ice planet Hoth. This pic is from early on, before the wind started to kick up more.
Slogging along for an hour didn't help either. Nor did the fact that my phone was iced over after answering a call and trying to take a few more pictures to the point of literally freezing up and being useless. That made me unhappy. But ultimately the fact that I made the 4+ mile walk in almost exactly an hour isn't too shabby. I even had the energy to stop and pick up a pizza, beer, and ice cream. You know, emergency supplies. Some people buy shovels, I buy pies.
Once home, the dog didn't care I had just spent an hour walking home. She just wanted to head out into the mess. That lasted about two blocks, and then she was covered in snow and looking for the quickest way home. Ah, the storm of the century. Good times.
If my phone thaws by tomorrow morning we'll see what kind of pictures a night of constant snowfall gets us. 10 foot drifts, a few inches an hour, should be interesting.
Current beer-scale: 8.1 & nothing but time
The blizzard hit about an hour early, and when the office closed I wasted two bucks trying to take the train home. I lasted three trains worth but by that point I knew I was screwed. There were more people on the platform after the third train left than before the first train I couldn't fit onto got to the station, with more and more people continuing to stream in.
I'm impatient with the CTA under best case scenarios, and a blizzard freaking everyone out is far from that. So I headed upstairs to walk home. It wasn't that bad, other than the fact that about halfway home, I looked up into whiteout conditions and with the furry hood on my snorkel jacket felt like I was looking out at the ice planet Hoth. This pic is from early on, before the wind started to kick up more.
Slogging along for an hour didn't help either. Nor did the fact that my phone was iced over after answering a call and trying to take a few more pictures to the point of literally freezing up and being useless. That made me unhappy. But ultimately the fact that I made the 4+ mile walk in almost exactly an hour isn't too shabby. I even had the energy to stop and pick up a pizza, beer, and ice cream. You know, emergency supplies. Some people buy shovels, I buy pies.
Once home, the dog didn't care I had just spent an hour walking home. She just wanted to head out into the mess. That lasted about two blocks, and then she was covered in snow and looking for the quickest way home. Ah, the storm of the century. Good times.
Please just let me inside Daddy, you can take the picture on the couch
If my phone thaws by tomorrow morning we'll see what kind of pictures a night of constant snowfall gets us. 10 foot drifts, a few inches an hour, should be interesting.
Current beer-scale: 8.1 & nothing but time
Bwa-ha-ha!
Holy crap. I was listening to Waddle & Silvy on ESPN 1000 this morning and Mark Giangreco came on joking about today's blizzard forecast and the superbowl of meteorology. His line about WGN's venerable Tom Skilling:
"Skilling's so excited he's pointing to Canada without his hands!"
Wow. A boner joke about Tom Skilling on mid-day radio. Out-fucking-standing. That made all the crap we're about to go through totally worth it.
Current beer-scale: 7.1
"Skilling's so excited he's pointing to Canada without his hands!"
Wow. A boner joke about Tom Skilling on mid-day radio. Out-fucking-standing. That made all the crap we're about to go through totally worth it.
Current beer-scale: 7.1
1/7/11
After the way yesterday started I was tempted to take a shorter ride home to just put it out of its misery. But as I left I realized I didn't want a lousy morning to push me around all day and said screw it, I'm going how I always go. Everything passed without incident, and I proceeded to have an enjoyable evening wherein I ate and drank too much, had heartburn at about 3 AM, and spent today exhausted.
Consequently I absolutely took the short way home after a long day in the office trying to focus enough not to spill coffee all over myself. It's a mile shorter and saved me a couple of minutes, mostly by eliminating one left turn and being easier to time street-light-wise. The snow that started to fall before I left was also a decent motivator, although the stretch on Division was terrifying from State to Clybourn.
So now it's time for beer, and a brief prayer that tonite's meal doesn't leave me reaching for the tums in the middle of the night later.
Current beer-scale: 7.8
Consequently I absolutely took the short way home after a long day in the office trying to focus enough not to spill coffee all over myself. It's a mile shorter and saved me a couple of minutes, mostly by eliminating one left turn and being easier to time street-light-wise. The snow that started to fall before I left was also a decent motivator, although the stretch on Division was terrifying from State to Clybourn.
So now it's time for beer, and a brief prayer that tonite's meal doesn't leave me reaching for the tums in the middle of the night later.
Current beer-scale: 7.8
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