If there was ever a weenie post... this is the gold standard! Do you guys talk like this in real life?

Tim, I totally get what you mean, I'm on the same page as you. It has to be exhausting still being surprised by the yearly disaster that is now our warm season. Gone are the safe, secure cloudy summer afternoons; protected by thick sheets of stratocumulus shielding the land from the blistering, torturous sun. Every year now the calendar flips to April, and the faucet turns off; the Pacific rears its ugly head and turns its nozzle to Alaska, laughing as flames shooting from the four corners high lick the branches off our browning douglas firs. Like clockwork the southerly march of death takes part in its annual six month consumption of the states of Washington and Oregon, each summer season bringing newfound horror and misery the likes of which have been seen by neither white man nor indigenous. The complete annihilation of our marine layer is now an imminent certainty as ocean temperatures surge to record levels, weakening the boundary layer and encouraging more desert air to mix to the burnt surface of our region. Glacial retreat, species migration, rivers too warm for salmon to spawn, bark beetle plagues, obliterating wildfires, scorching heat, and total desertification await those who enjoy the middle of the year. I, for one, have accepted our region's steady, inevitable course toward irreversible desiccation. And I'm glad you have too. It's only a matter of time now before a ten thousand year fire wipes away the fading remnants of what once was called the Pacific Northwest.

Shittiest stretch of winters of late has gotta be the south Willamette Valley. I can't think of very many places in the PNW that have failed to record more than a total of 1 inch of snow since Dec 2021 but that's where we're at in the east part of the metro area and I don't remember the last time it got down to like -12C or better 850s here. Anomalously bad and it's only gonna get worse. Inland coastal climate is bad enough to begin with.

It’s really frustrating. We’ve missed several chances. They. Either missed us of just peters out.

A frigid +2 at PDX today. Eat your heart out, May 1962. Perma trough. Ice age now. Shambles.