A Nearby Fusion Detonation Is Irradiating California (Yip 012)
Starting, as I recall, in the late 1980s, Southern California's notorious Santa Ana winds of song and story got put on steroids. It's common now for high pressure systems to lock in over Nevada or Idaho in the middle of January. Some years they last until summer.
Two results: (1) it never rains any more, unless there's an El Niño or a brief errant Pineapple Express, and then it floods. (2) Some of the most blistering temperatures of the year now come in the middle of the winter, with humidity that can drop to the 2% range and nights that are sometimes hotter than the days.
For some reason, possibly relating to the resulting yearly allergies, skin rashes, nosebleeds, and migraines, I just can't get used to 90 degree heat waves in mid January. What's the real pisser, though, is how we are expected to like it. It keeps the economy going. It *IS* Los Angeles. Millions of people keep throwing away their snow shovels, and coming to live in this hellhole. There's plenty of room at the Hotel California.
We are supposed to call it Chamber of Commerce Weather, Resort Weather, Snowbird Weather, etc etc etc. Just like San Francisco calling its earthquake the "great fire" so as not to unsettle prospective real estate buyers.
What I call it cannot be posted to flickr without getting my account NIPSA'd.
The emperor has no clothes. California sucks. L.A. sucks. The hell with this place and its palm trees and its perpetual adolescence and its stuck-up movie stars and its January heat waves.