What I would do when.
Love how that runs off the tongue.
Well you know I love to chatter.
Well today was the day I found clutter in my chatter. With the world as we know it getting colder as
it has been known to do in the whole history of the world, I find my arms
rising from my side as the temperature falls.
Soon we will all be walking around like that song. Hands up!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctwWXUxnBy4
You view, you choose. That must get your wires crossed enough to confuse your bodily instincts. On one hand you are conjuring and conniving with the Change Weenies thinking that the world is changing for the hotter. Revelling like those Disco freaks and the “Hands UP” song. Then on the other hand you feel your hands actually going up as the temperature goes down.
We northerners have always known of this oddity. 40 below and we don't give a *&^%$, and there they are three guys in parkas, taking up the whole side walk hands held well away from their sides trying not to get cold. Why do we all do this?
Hold your arms away from yourself as it gets cold enough to crack the sweat off a Banana toting Island Girl.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8_oC3kGC3w
A plethora of pasting and posting for your listening pleasure this fair and fairly cool day. Not cold enough where the flyers rise above the ground. Out and up early this Am, -19 at ground and much colder aloft. POWER! Climbed like a rat on a hot tin roof. Up to cruise altitude in half the normal time and distance. Could see well past the Big Smoke and down to Niagara. Up to Collingwood and over to Huron, not the big lake they call Gitche Gumee.
My hands would have been so high they would have been scratching my head. Not the sirus clouds up at 50,000. Wondrous and wild in the widening space we will need at the average global temperature lowers in this part of the world, perhaps as the hotter parts people take up less room, we can ship some of our out-spaced-hands-up-clan down or over to them. Think, we will have permanent displacement to the Islands. No need to take winter Vacs any longer. Simply be a higher hand up person than your cube-farm neighbour.
Not to worry, in cold we can see further, hence down the
road of suspicion of those who handle or dis arm themselves we will deliver all
that is cold to all those who are in want.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, first of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler
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