Maybe it’s just that NOAA has been swept away by a tsunami of unitary-executive idiocy, but the weather reports around here lately are bordering on the comical.
Sure, that photo up top looks plenty ominous, but lots of stuff does first thing in the morning, especially since Jan. 20. By 10:30 the temps were in the mid-40s, and after checking the forecast I decided to drop my plans to go for a run and instead took my old road-racing bike out for what I said would be “a short ride.”
In terms of First World Problems this was an iffy proposition. Last time out on this rig I flatted the rear tire just a mile or so from El Rancho Pendejo, and trying to lever the sonofabitch loose of its rim to swap tubes was like trying to pry a Texas Republican’s lips from Beelzebozo’s diapered ass.
I did not want to be doing this in wind and rain. Or snow. But tomorrow’s weather looked worse, so off I went.
And whaddaya know? It was glorious. Bit of a wind, but going out and up it was mostly behind me. And when I turned around to head home I was able to duck in and out of various suburban neighborhoods and mostly keep it out of my face. Stayed out for 90 minutes of hills and even felt a bit overdressed.
Also, I didn’t flat. So, bonus.
When I got home, my iPhone told me it was raining. Huh. News to me. And fake news at that.
Herself, coming back from a run, said her iPhone was telling her the same thing.
I made us some lunch, then she hit the gym, and I rolled out to the bakery and the grocery. Still not raining.
By 4 p.m., it was still sunny enough for a haircut, so Herself broke out the clippers and had at me. Near the end of that process, which is like shaving a particularly lumpy and unlovely blue-eyed coconut, we thought we heard some raindrops on the skylight.
Nope.
And now my iPhone promises it will be raining in 26 minutes.
Huh. I guess it’s true what they say. You can’t believe everything you read. Especially if it has to do with stormy weather, in The Duck! City or the Oval Office.
P.T. Barnum was right.
• Postscript: And naturally, as of 7:24 p.m., it’s snowing.
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Same here. Expecting 1/4 to 3/4 inch of rain we were. Got a trace. Don’t blame it on NOAA, but the climate change that doesn’t exist. Guess I should consult an influencer instead of a meteorologist.
I’ma check with my Magic 8-Ball:
“Magic 8-Ball, just what the fuck is going on here?”
“Cannot predict now.”
Snowing like hell up here right now. Thankfully.
We got a little bit. Not much, but looks like good moisture content. Alas, our rain gauge is on the fritz so we lack relevant data. I blame the DOGEbags.
Looks like about 3″ overnight. Not much, but better than bupkis.
When we get a bit of rain here our mtb trails turn to hero dirt. They get super grippy and fast. Also this time of year the live oak trees drop a lot of small leaves which makes the trails super slippery. We call it brown ice. That combination makes for some interesting riding.
The ground is so thirsty here that a piddling little snow like this will be swallered up before we finish this morning’s oatmeal. Might tamp down the dust a little bit, though.
Out the front window it looks like we got more snow overnight above 7000 feet. Miller Peak, 9400 feet tall, is white. Like Khal says, We will take it. Weather for Andy’s triathlon in Oro Valley is looking iffy.
It’s fun to race in evil weather. Darwinian. Weeds out the posers.
Does involve a bit of post-race cleanup, though. I used to take a buttload of quarters to a filthy cyclocross so I could spruce up at a car wash afterward.
You or the bike?! 🙂
Both! I’d hose off the bikes, my kit, and if there were any quarters left, the vehicle.
Some warming weather coming here in the Mitten State. Will set up off-road cycling conditions known as “ass over apple cart”. The ground is frozen down a good foot at least but when the sun hits the surface the top two inches get real soft. As the tires compress and bite the into the soft stuff, it will break loose and slide against the immobile frozen stuff. So cornering and climbing become adventurous and if you don’t want an unexpected departure from your bike, get your ride in real early if the top layer froze again over night. Otherwise, stay on the roads and take your chances with potholes rivaling the Grand Canyon. Which BTW is likely now to be sold to the Russians.
Chilly this morning, but you can see how long our snow stuck around. When I went for a run yesterday the trails were already dry.
We’re looking at a high of 60° today, assuming that Weather Underground isn’t just making the shit up, what with NOAA’s former staffers all huddled around a trashcan fire in some hobo jungle as the DOGEbags sell all their equipment on eBay and the office space to StarLink while fragments of Starship take out veterans queuing up at VA clinics for care that’s no longer available.
Well, I’ll bow to more informed commenters, but my understanding is that all these weather apps, TV weather people, etc. use NOAA data to deliver the weather forecasts. So when that idiot cans all the NOAA staff, all the commercial services suffer. So, straight line from idiot moves in DC to your app becoming less reliable than normal. Here in York Pee-ay it’s a never ending guessing game as to whether the weather coming over the mountains will win over the weather coming up the coast, or the other way around, and NOAA’s done a reasonably good job guessing which way the dice will land. With all the firings it looks like that will change. Another example of that idiot proving what an idiot he is.
Can’t be much longer before we’re sacrificing virgins to the Feathered Serpent to get our weather forecasts.
Meanwhile, the Cult of Coprophagia will continue to feed on the Holy Mierda of Beelzebozo. Breath mints will be in short supply due to hoarding.
Guys, in my part of the world, some of the weather guessers are using European modeling, and it gets some things right. It predicted 55 degrees but missed the 20 mph winds. We will be using this stuff more and more as the unholy trinity of the orange Jesus, Elon Muskovite, and their combined egos get this country all bent and broken.
Well – it’s been said (eloquently) ‘You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows’…
https://www.songfacts.com/lyrics/bob-dylan/subterranean-homesick-blues
Ah, yes. Takes me back to those thrilling days of yesteryear. ..
Twitter is being cyber attacked right now. That should cheer us up.
Wondered why Twitter was acting weird earlier today.
In other news, after six years of riding them, I finally flatted a Donnelly MSO tire yesterday. I don’t recall ever flatting those but maybe I did back in the day. Big goathead. But amazingly, I was able to ride it home carefully. That big balloon of a front tire (700-40) kept me rolling with probably 3-5 psi in it.
Those Donnelly tires do the business. Alas, I’m not certain they’re still available. I’m down to one pair of X’Plor EMPs and that’s it.
Maybe the “cyberattack” will distract the sonofabitch from gutting Social Security. Could be someone tripped over a cord or spilled a half-caf’ mocha latte into a server.
I’d like to see the X-man call Kelly a traitor to his face. He’d spend the next few hours looking for his cheek implants.
When musk calls Mark Kelly a traitor on twitter for visiting Ukraine, I say piss on twitter.
And for more bad news, this from John Fleck.
https://www.inkstain.net/2025/03/latest-forecast-suggests-rio-grande-drying-through-albuquerque-is-possible-by-early-june/
Oh, good. I hadn’t checked John’s site today. Won’t be long before we can’t afford coffee or find any water to brew it.
I get his updates in my Inbox. Like, as in, “today’s bad news, from John Fleck to you….”