Thursday, August 03, 2006

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95F, 7:21PM, August 1, 2006

The heat wave is not breaking any record. Bummer.
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The Heat Wave Is Not Breaking Any Record

The heat wave is not breaking any record, so we are suffering for nothing.

Mind you, the bullshit feel like temperature doesn't count. I feel like is 300 degrees out there, but it doesn't count, because like I said, it's bullshit.

It's around 91 degree out in the city in the afternoon. It may feel like 191 degree. We may get a thunderstorm later in the afternoon. Hopefully we may have some relief later in the day and tomorrow.

Live from Bryant Park ...

It's Pokemon Party of the Decade.

The party starts from 10AM to 5PM on Aug 8 at Bryant Park, New York City. Special Guest Hulk Hogan.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

New York City is Hot

New York City is in the high 90s.

But nowadays, people like to talk about the "feel like" temperature. So it's 97 degrees out there, it's bad enough, but the meteorologist or the weatherman likes to give you more, like it feels like 110 or 120 or whatever, something in my mind, that's totally arbitrary.

How can you tell what I feel about the temperature?

I just like some objective reading. If the thermostat says 95, then it's 95, what are all these heat index, feel like temperature thing?

UPDATE:
It read 101F in the City in the afternoon. About the time I got home, around 7PM, it's about 94F outside my house.

We Like to Keep Our Train Dirty

In order to discourage any scum sucking yuppie from gentrifying Flushing, we like to keep our #7 train extremely dirty.

Indeed it's rated the dirtiest by the straphanger report.

We only care about how often the trains arrive during morning rush, in that department, we totally rock, train frequency is clockd at every 2.5 minutes, which is a tie to the Manhattan #6 train.

Full article from the New York Times.

The World Is Coming to an End

While the world is gradually coming to an end, I still choose to blog about things I like to blog about and remain total oblivious to world suffering.

Peace out.

Barber Shop in Chinatown

 Nowadays I loathe to have my haircut, that's why I seldom have mine cut, maybe once or twice a year. I went back to Chinatown. I could ...