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I won't clog the regular topics with these.  I will post them here as I go.  This is just a random one about weather weenies I just made.  I will actually post all the chapters I made in due time.  I know you are all waiting with baited breath!!!!

 

Hot Dogs Everywhere

It started subtly, the way it always does. Someone pointed out—again—that the cold was still out past ten days. Someone else replied that it had been out there yesterday too, and the day before that, and somehow that felt worse now. The thread slowed for a minute, then exploded. Complaints stacked faster than maps. The GFS got accused of kicking the can, then accused of lying, then accused of personal bias against the Pacific Northwest. Little hot dog avatars began popping up next to usernames like warning lights on a dashboard.

Edmonds Crusty went first. Full hot dog. Every post was a variation of here we go again, south winds always win, and nobody ever learns. He quoted old busts, reminded everyone how many times the cold had died right at the doorstep, and insisted that anyone still watching this was setting themselves up for pain. SpaceChaser69 wasn’t far behind, lamenting how the PSCZ always looked perfect until it slid north at the last second, tagging him with cold rain while everyone else posted snow pics. His avatar flipped to a hot dog and stayed there. Scottie Scheffler’s Sex Drive piled on from Eugene, complaining about eternal 35-degree misery and asking what it took to get a real winter south of Salem. Another hot dog appeared.

High Desert Pat jumped in loud and irritated, swearing the models were clueless and that reality didn’t match what they were showing. He posted twice in a row, then three times, each one angrier than the last, insisting the cold was obvious if people would just stop trusting garbage guidance. His avatar turned into a hot dog mid-rant, which only made things worse. FairFuck echoed him, less angry but just as dismissive, pointing out that at least Central Oregon would probably still do fine when everything else busted. GoldRisesHandy tried to talk elevation, but nobody was in the mood. His post got ignored, then quoted angrily by someone else, and suddenly his name was sporting a hot dog too.

Domebuster watched it unfold and stayed mostly quiet. When he did post, it was a short, dry line about how day-10 winters were undefeated and how everyone needed to breathe. It didn’t help. Someone accused him of going soft. Someone else said he’d been wrong before. He didn’t engage. Not worth it. Millibar Creeper kept posting runs anyway, one after another, letting the data roll while hot dogs multiplied around him. Cabin John dropped a dense wall of acronyms that nobody understood and nobody wanted to, which somehow inflamed things further. Half the replies weren’t even about the weather anymore—just frustration dressed up as analysis.

By the time the next update rolled in, the thread was a sea of hot dog avatars. Everyone was miserable, everyone was invested, and everyone insisted they were done caring. Buoy Fog cracked a joke about the forum turning into a concession stand, which earned a few laughs before he, too, picked up a hot dog for “minimizing legitimate concerns.” SleetScheisser tried to stay positive and got labeled a weenie for being unrealistic. Even that calm, measured post people thought might be Park Nelsen got side-eyed for “underselling” the pain.

And yet, when the next run started loading, the complaining paused. Just for a moment. Everyone refreshed. Hot dogs and all.

[TumaloSnowWatch]

Chapter 1 — December to Remember This Time

December 7, 2026

The December thread is already moving by the time anyone notices the date.

Portland and Seattle regulars checking in. Same handles, same rhythm. People complaining about gray skies, short days, how December always feels like it’s setting up for something and then never delivers. Nothing unusual yet. Just winter noise.

Then someone drops a line that barely registers at first.

Euro’s got an interesting look around the 22nd–25th.

No maps. No hype. Just a sentence.

The response is immediate and almost rehearsed.

La La Land.
Way too far out.
Day 10 isn’t real.

That’s the rule here. Seven days is risky. Ten days is fantasy. Especially in Portland and Seattle, where snow setups live and die by details that models love to destroy at the last second.

Someone posts the panel anyway.

Big trough. Cold pressing west. A low tracking far enough south to raise an eyebrow—but only for a second.

Replies come fast.

South winds kill that.
Looks great until the low jogs north.
Seen this before.

That’s always the killer. South winds. You can have cold air stacked and ready, but one poorly placed low and the whole thing floods with mild air and rain. Everyone’s been burned by that exact scenario.

Someone adds:

Waiting for the druncle to turn this into a foot at Sea-Tac.

Right on cue, the 18z shows up later and does exactly that. A completely unhinged solution. Downtown Seattle buried. Portland magically frozen. Physics nowhere to be found.

Replies are instant.

Druncle’s drunk.
Never right.
Classic La La Land nonsense.

Nobody saves the image. Nobody treats it seriously. The druncle exists to remind everyone why long range is a joke.

A newer poster makes the mistake of dropping a NAM panel.

The thread briefly becomes unified.

Absolutely not.
Do not post NAM.
It’s December 7th—come on.

The post disappears.

A few replies later, someone tries to steer the discussion back to reality.

Key is offshore flow.
Low has to track south of us.
Cold pool needs to hold.

That’s the checklist. Offshore flow to drain cold air out of the interior. Lows sliding south instead of cutting north. Cold pools locking in, especially east of the Cascades. And for Seattle, the magic phrase appears:

Fraser Outflow helps.

That gets a few nods. Fraser Outflow is the quiet hero—cold air spilling south through the Fraser Valley, reinforcing surface cold when everything else wants to fail. If that shows up, Seattle and the north sound towns have a fighting chance.

Scottie Scheffler’s Sex Drive checks in from Eugene.

Cool. Let me know when Eugene isn’t 41 and raining.

Nobody argues. Eugene always gets missed. Too far south. Too exposed. Snow maps skip it like it’s not even part of the conversation.

Someone replies:

You’ll get cold rain and like it.

Scottie responds:

I don’t even get cold rain half the time.

The Euro comes back the next run.

Same idea.

Still La La Land. Still officially not believable. But it doesn’t disappear. The trough stays. The low track stays south. The cold looks stubborn.

Someone notices.

King didn’t flinch.

Replies hedge.

Still too far out.
But yeah… watching.

Cabin John posts his usual wall of acronyms.

Offshore sfc flow + basin cold pool persistence w/ favorable low track could suppress southerly intrusion.

Someone quotes it and writes:

So… south winds don’t win?

Cabin John does not answer.

Buoy Fog jumps in anyway.

As a lawyer, I’d advise south winds to stay south.

A few laugh reacts.

By the end of the page, nobody’s calling it a storm. Nobody’s calling it real. It’s still La La Land, officially and defensively.

But people are refreshing more often now.
Saving panels they pretend they won’t need.
Watching the low track like it owes them money.

South winds haven’t ruined it yet.

And that’s enough to make everyone uncomfortable.