Yes, the other thread that was a possibility kinda died.
I might keep it queued for next month though.
Keyword koalaknifefight.
At this location in my little portion of Son-of-Former-Emperor-Cuomo's fiefdom what this usually means is that once the solidified glowbull warmthing starts accumulating with intent, the governmental agencies in charge of relocating the stuff from the road to the berm give up and wait until the solidified material ceases to fall. This can be both a blessing and a not-so-much, all depending on how enthusiastically they removed the stuff before they take a nap and wait it out.
It does seem that the governmental agencies in charge of such relocation time their cessation of enthusiasm to coincide with the expiration of an event known as 'evening commute hour' at which time they determine that anyone on the roads has made it to their destination and no further enthusiasm is warranted.
The not-so-much scenario goes like this.. If the solidified glowbull warmthing falls with severe intent and the governmental agencies in charge of relocation of same are really enthusiastic (meaning that the 'rush hour' either has not even started or is not completed), there will be a mound of impenetrability at least a yard high across the intersection of the driveway and the road. Absolutely none of the vehicles here would make it through that to get off the road and into the drive.
The 'blessing' scenario is the converse of this. If the accumulation with intent of solidified glowbull warmthing does not begin until after the governmental agencies in charge of relocation of same are no longer enthusiastic (meaning after 'rush hour'), said agencies will be on their nap time and there will not be a wall of impenetrability at the intersection of road and drive. That intersection will be covered with whatever amount of solid stuff there is (possibly up to a foot) which at least allows us to get a car off of the road and into the drive.
And if the cars are all in the drive, I can wait until the solidified glowbull warmthing ceases to fall from the sky before trying to have a meaningful conversation with my ancient John Deere solidified GW relocating device..
I invited some 'climate scientists' here to experience, in their T-shirts of course, the balmy -22° C temps forecast for Friday night, but they regretfully declined the invitation. They seem to be inexplicably detained by being frozen in the no-ice-summer Antarctic ice..
“Koalaknifefight”
Historians one thousand years from now will go through the keywords listed by this site’s server and stare over the top of their bifocals at each other.
Thus starting the whole new science of Archiophsycology.
Yes, I remember that one. It was so lame, the original poster didn’t even get the Zot. This one is better.