HA! Did we ever date? ...... :rolleyes:

86 and sunny in TPA tomorrow - sounds perfect for some spring training baseball! :D

I love Edinburgh. It is the Anti-Houston. Eight months of winter suited me just fine. The fact that everyone went batsh!t crazy during the short summers and stayed out drinking in the pubs and parks until after midnight (when there was still a ghostly glow in the northern sky, and it never got totally dark) was also quite fun. :D

When I lived in PHX I'd be the only putz driving down the freeway with my windows down in the middle of summer.

mmmm... dusty + sweaty....

Looks like the box is breaking into factions of crazy pr:rolleyes:-heat folks and those that like nice weather. :p

Wow, it will be nice and toasty. I have to make sure to bring shorts. Thanks for looking up the forecast, keeps me from having to do it.

I did make it back, so i'll see you at EWR later today.

I'm half-Scottish. My Dad was born in Scotland. Love the place, but don't like the winters! I'm definitely a warm weather person.

I'm so glad I spent three weeks in Australia this January. It was a blazing 40 degrees celsius when it was snowing constantly in NJ. :D

Hey you guys have a lot of fun. Enjoy the heat!!!:D

It's because we are all suffering from the c:rolleyes:ld winter blues, and are happy that it's springtime and the summer is about to come r:rolleyes:lling in!

Yes. I would always :rolleyes: at the Brits heading to Lanzarote in February. I was always trying to head further North... to Inverness or Trondheim. :D

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I remember driving through the Australian ouback, sitting in the back of a Ute, in the middle of the summer, completely covered in red dust - and I was in heaven!!!

Also, travelling on the top of an indian train - heat blazing down, covered in filth from the steam engine whoosing over me. Was fun going under the bridges ..! Had to lie down, go under the bridge and then sit back up again. OMG the things I did in my youth. My poor mother, if only she'd known, would have turned grey before her time.

Now that I am a mother, I can truly understand how she felt when I told her, at the tender age of 19 that I was off to see the world. Left, backpacked around the world and didn't come home again until I was 23. Dear Lord. Poor Mom! And that was back in the days of no cellphones, no e-mail, and the only way we corresponded was through Poste-Restante.

Lanzarote - meh! Full of obnoxious Brits!!


Heading further north - hmmm! I think you are in need of a psych consult. I shall be happy to oblige. My fees are discounted for The Box.

My heat record: 137 with 8% humidity. For those curious, that would be the desert outside of Riyadh in mid-July. Plastic water bottle + MRE heating element + water = leave in the sun and wait for explosion. I wonder if any of the more medical-inclined folks in The Box can find out or know off the top of their heads at what point the human brain stops reacting to temperature. Reason I ask is that I can say from experience that 110 and 130 feel the exact same.

I forgot about that. If xyzzy is still doing it, I'm game.

phew! Don't know the answer to your question re heat and the brain. Should do, really, I suppose considering my profession ...:D

Maybe I'll do a bit of research. Or maybe I'll go visit with my architect and builder and try to convince them that a reduction in cost of building my new house of $50,000 isn't really that much to ask for in this economy..... wonder whose brain is addledn now, and it's only 64 degrees outside ....