SpaceX launch scrubbed

Damn weather.  Next window for launch is Saturday afternoon. (post in memory of Mike Nofsinger, who I am sure is frustrated right now.)

This is what I worry about

I don’t worry about global warming.  I worry about this.  Global cooling (aka a new ice age) would be a disaster for mankind.  I am not so sure it isn’t going to happen.

I don’t often say this, but…

I agree with every word of this.

Too cold for polar bears

Man, that is cold.  Story here.

Let it snow

This past weekend we had a lot of snow here.  I spent a lot of time shoveling snow and little time modeling.  As I live in the south, it should be the reverse.

Here is the view from my front porch on Monday.

The blizzard of '10

Here is the view in the back yard.

The snowy south

The modelchild got to sled yesterday and seemed to enjoy it.

Snow Bunny

Scientific?

This is odd.  All the original raw data used to calculate historical global temperatures has disappeared?

Odds and ends

Ok, just a round up of a few things.

This past weekend, the modewife, modelchild and I spent the weekend at a cabin near Mammoth Cave in central Kentucky.  The campsite was this one. I am not one for camping, but all in all, it was a nice time.  The cabin didn’t have a TV, but it had wireless access.  I thought that was strange, or maybe a sign of the times.

Sometimes I make the mistake of listening to NPR on my way into work or way home from work. Ever since it became clear that the push for nationalized healthcare was in trouble, it has become an unabashed 24/7 ad machine for the concept of more government involvement in healthcare. This is a prime reason not to have government controlled media.

I’ve been enjoying the work of Megan McArdle lately. I like both her writing style as well as the way she thinks.

The weather in Louisville has been the coolest in living memory for this time of year.  It has been nice, but I haven’t gotten to the pool as much as usual.

I promise more photos from the Nats soon.

Weekend notes

When the zombie apocalypse comes, the thing I will miss the most about modern living will be Grandma Merrick’s mississippi mud/no-bake cookies. (I was originally introduced to these by my Grandmother Merrick who called them “wheat fudge” even though there is no wheat product in them.)

UPDATE:  My grandmother was a lunch lady at Seneca High School in the 60s and 70s.  Over the weekend my mother, the modelmom, told me the reason my grandmother called them “wheat fudge” is that the public schools used bulgar wheat instead of oats to make Mississippi Mud, or Wheat Fudge.  OK , that makes sense, and knowning the public schools, the wheat was probably cheaper than oats.

  These things are the best and I was struck with the urge to make a batch tonight.  They are cooling as I type.  These may be the world’s greatest survival food, packing enough calories and nutrients to keep someone going for days. (Although to really enjoy them you need a glass of really cold milk!)

The modelwife is ready to kick Al Gore’s ass.  Louisville today didn’t get above 70 degrees with the normal average for this day of the year being about 90.  No pool today.  Pretty day, if cool and windy.

Instead of our normal MMCL third Thursday meeting, last night we had a “quarterly MMCL Friday Night Fight building session.  It was awesome, as always, thought I didn’t get much building done.  Too much comedy going on.