I rather enjoy the rain, keeps me inside to get some house cleaning I've been putting off the past few weeks. I just wish it was raining harder for those Seafair fans....much much harder.
Is this a complaint about the weather, the planes, or Sea Fair? Oh, wait. No, I think it's a complaint about the Russian weather. Or are you just sad about vacation coming to an end? Hungover? Well, whatever your complaint is, we love to hear from you now and then. Keep in touch. Kay?, B-Bye.
This is the first day it's rained in a really long time. Yeah, the temperatures haven't been as hot as last year's record breakers, but it's been a dry summer in Seattle so far.
Welcome home, Dan! I love you when you're like this. You always sound like you need a good cuddle. Go get one and here is a virtual, 100% physical contact free ie no girl germs, one to welcome you back.
I know! What is up with people enjoying different things than you? Isn't the Block Party and bunch of gay, hairy men in a bath tub parade float good enough? What is up with that?
I'm a gardener so I am always happy for a nice long drizzly day in the middle of our ever-so-dry August. A nice break from the heat (which I'll agree we've had too little of this year). Thank the gods it is Russia suffering and not us. I left the midwest to get away from that unbearable shit. Our long, cold spring was awful. A warm drizzly day is perfectly welcome.
You just got back from the beach. I just got back from a week of camping in the rain, making coffee in a downpour, having a moose break into our food tent and eat the wires to my iPod speakers, along with most of our snacks, and I got home to see the DVDs I had rented and meant to return pre-trip sitting by the front door. Sorry, what were you saying? Oh, yes, sorry about the rain there...at least you have a roof.
Dan's holiday calendar:
Seafair: Same fucking planes executing the same fucking stunts year after year.
Bumbershoot: Same fucking music festival executing the same fucking music, crowds and shitty food year after year.
Dan's birthday: Same fucking old queen just getting older and more fucking bitter year after year.
Halloween: Same fucking children dressing up in the same fucking plastic costumes year after year.
Thanksgiving: Same fucking turkeys and gravy executing the same fucking dinner year after year.
Christmas: Same fucking fat imaginary elf executing the same fucking sleigh ride year after year.
New Year: Same fucking drunks executing the same fucking drunkeness year after year, but with douchebag announcers broadcasting the entire thing on the teevee.
St. Patrick's Day: Same fucking faux-Irish people executing the same fucking faux-Irish parade year after year.
Folk Life: Same fucking hippies executing the same fucking sad music festival year after year.
Seattle Pride: Same fucking queens executing the same fucking floats year after year.
Fourth of July: Same fucking corporations executing the same fucking fireworks year after year.
Block Party: Same fucking hipsters executing the same fucking douchefest year after year.
Hempfest: More fucking hippies executing yet another fucking douchefest year after year.
Dan, we can ship your sorry ass to Russia so you can enjoy the "toasty" weather. Yes, it's weather wimps that make the rest of us sane ones want to whip yo azz.
I just got back from watching two 10-year olds at Lake City Pioneer Days as they used their unlimited-use passes in the inflatables zone. It took precisely 1 run down the inflatable slide for them to become soaked, so of course they did it a dozen times, with a few dozen runs through the obstacle courses, which featured more puddles, as well as walls that they assure me you could only get over by flinging yourself at them at top speed, as the footholds were too slick to use.
So, actually, I think this weather was pretty awesome.
Oops, sorry. I was quoting my neighbor on that post above, and didn't get to attribute it to him. After seven years and everything but the colonel and I copulating in front of him, "the gays" are still an abstract.
I really can't blame the poor dear though. I think the noise gets to him. If not the noise of the jets, then the noise of our dogs, plus the noise of us shouting at them to shut up.
@32 and 33, Catalina, this is the "bitching about the weather" thread, not the "bitching about the Blue Angels" thread, but any-hoo, I'm confused...is your neighbour complaining that the gays don't have enough "visible action" at their parade? Sounds like he might find a little more to *watch* at that Folsom parade, if Loveschild's impressionable family is to be believed... :)
The bizarrely warm weather in Russia is, well, terrifying. The problem now is that global warming is already happening, and the time to do something about it would have been decades ago; we are now going to see a global series of crises and catastrophes that will shatter our safe and simple perception of the universe, in addition to many other things... like windows.
To make matters worse, I can't stand warm weather.
Why do those dolts in the 'burbs people make the fucking Blue Angels come to town? I hate them so! O, glorious city people for me! They do not like the Blue Angels, none of them, because they are non-burby. Fuck the 'burbs and their airplane-liking!
You want to complain? Look at these shoes! I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through! If you complain nothing happens, you might as well not bother. Oh my back hurts, it's not a very fine day and I'm sick and tired of this office!
34, although he puts forth the persona of the stoic Northwesterner, I believe that secretly he would very much into at least some of the action at Folsom. However, I don't feel the need to help him along that path.
In any event, he's a wonderful gardener, who gives us all kinds of produce, and I wouldn't want to distract him from that. I listen to him pontificate (it's not just the gays. He pretty much disapproves of the way everyone does everything) take my bushel basket and go on my way.
41, when I was growing up, our Italian neighbour complained about everything, but my mom was more than happy to listen in return for regular steaming platefuls of fried zucchini....mmmmm.
I'm with @3 -- it's not clear to me what you want. Are you asking us all to complain along with you? Do you want to change the weather? I mean, what the fuck? This is the weather in Seattle. You're also within your rights to complain about how early the sun comes up here in the summer, or how late it comes up in the winter. I just think the consensus is that you'd be kind of an idiot for doing so. I think that's why people give you shit about complaining about the weather. It's like dating someone and then spending all your spare time calling them fat -- if you don't find Seattle attractive, don't date Seattle. But if you're going to date Seattle, be nice.
The air show is performed in a really stupid and inaccessible place.
They should move it south, or even to Puget Sound around Tacoma where the view is far more accessible.
I'm sure the Puget Sound is thrilled to have its grounds once more graced by someone's presence and their whining climatological grievances.
Behold the destruction of our nation's "Night Danger" as it comes to one's campground. :(
Seafair: Same fucking planes executing the same fucking stunts year after year.
Bumbershoot: Same fucking music festival executing the same fucking music, crowds and shitty food year after year.
Dan's birthday: Same fucking old queen just getting older and more fucking bitter year after year.
Halloween: Same fucking children dressing up in the same fucking plastic costumes year after year.
Thanksgiving: Same fucking turkeys and gravy executing the same fucking dinner year after year.
Christmas: Same fucking fat imaginary elf executing the same fucking sleigh ride year after year.
New Year: Same fucking drunks executing the same fucking drunkeness year after year, but with douchebag announcers broadcasting the entire thing on the teevee.
St. Patrick's Day: Same fucking faux-Irish people executing the same fucking faux-Irish parade year after year.
Folk Life: Same fucking hippies executing the same fucking sad music festival year after year.
Seattle Pride: Same fucking queens executing the same fucking floats year after year.
Fourth of July: Same fucking corporations executing the same fucking fireworks year after year.
Block Party: Same fucking hipsters executing the same fucking douchefest year after year.
Hempfest: More fucking hippies executing yet another fucking douchefest year after year.
Now THAT was fucking funny. FTW.
So, actually, I think this weather was pretty awesome.
If not, I just did.
Go ahead and cancel the airshow, but take the faggots as well. We don't need either.
I really can't blame the poor dear though. I think the noise gets to him. If not the noise of the jets, then the noise of our dogs, plus the noise of us shouting at them to shut up.
To make matters worse, I can't stand warm weather.
In any event, he's a wonderful gardener, who gives us all kinds of produce, and I wouldn't want to distract him from that. I listen to him pontificate (it's not just the gays. He pretty much disapproves of the way everyone does everything) take my bushel basket and go on my way.
Except being a faggot requires no particular skill, talent and in Seattle, balls.
Unless you move to Kirkland.
The rain is making my basil and carrots quite happy.