Super Sabado: It’s hot, hot, hot!

I don’t ever remember a coastal north county San Diego summer being so consistently hot and muggy as this one has been. Sure, there are always two or three weeks in August that are tough, but the rest of the year is temperate in comparison to places like like Dallas, or St. Louis, or Boston, or even Fresno.

So for the most part, we scorn air conditioning. We sneer at A/C. We spit upon air conditioning! “Ptt! Ptt! Pttooi!”

Yeah. Well.

We heaped all that scorn BEFORE we stood in the furnace blast of what might become San Diego’s warmest July on record. And as I write this from a cushy chair in my local Barnes and Noble, I do repent and say, God Bless Air Conditioning.

So. Do you think this store’s Starbucks will make us up some Margarita-flavored Frappuccinos if we ask nicely? Because I’m not moving from this cushy chair. See, it’s right under the main vent.

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It’s 8pm Thursday night, as i type this i am wearing two jumpers, a pair of shorts and ugg boots, if this isn’t a fashion statement nothing is!

Michelle of Justitia, reminding us of how northern hemisphere-centric we’ve become. Michelle, what can we say? Hot air rises!

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I don’t know about your part of the country but it’s stinkin’ HOT here. It was like 95 and humid…yea, yea, I know…to Texans that ain’t hot. Well this ain’t Texas…and we ain’t used to it. My brain synapses are misfiring…LOL!

Bonnie of Bonnie Writes, whose synapses haven’t misfired in the heat as badly as ours have, we assure you.

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Man, I could use a nice, cool swimming pool about now. I guess nearly the whole country is in the same boat. But in THIS boat, I’m having to bail out all the SWEAT. Sheesh.

April of Desperate Writer, who does live in Texas, and who hopefully hasn’t spit on her air conditioner lately.

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Hub and I built a table together yesterday. It was actually very romantic, despite the heat, his hangover, and my intermittent crying spells.

Awww, Susan (of Church of Angst) has been having a hard time of things recently but who has a good guy backing her up.

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… HBO has put “True Blood” on the schedule for late next year. Of course, this is exciting news, and I can hardly wait (like the rest of you) to find out who will be cast, and what the finished product will look like.

Charlaine Harris spreads the word: Sookie Stackhouse is on her way to cable! Two points to anybody who can tell us the usual way to serve up True Blood.

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On one of the days we were walking through the centre of the city and there was a TV crew of some sort that were talking to people. I’m wandering past and a lady from that crew approached me and said “What makes you happy?” to which my immediate response was “Lithium”.

Podz, explaining the inspiration for the title of his blog. Works for us.

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I’m so damned excited about all this. The husband is FINALLY cleaning out the garage.

M.G. Tarquini of Genre Neutral, who doesn’t need lithium to be happy, especially after discovering how to get her man to toss all those buckets of bolts.

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Heir isn’t letting this stop him though. He goes all through the house w/ the chair (other than the bathroom – it doesn’t fit through the door into there well plus the cabinet is in the way)

Dennie of Dennie’s Thoughts, whose firstborn is getting used using a wheelchair after breaking both ankles.

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Be forewarned, all ye Southern Californians: The Teenager and his Teenager Buddies will tour Tinseltown Aug. 3-5.

Thanks for the heads up, Elizabeth! But unless he’s headed for a certain cushy chair down here in San Diego, we’re not moving.

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But have you noticed how writers, writing groups, and writing take on some of the characteristics of a cult?

Bernita of An Innocent A-Blog, with a most interesting observation (secret handshake not required to read her post).

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Mimi suggested a different analogy. She thinks that we are hydrants and the dog people are peeing on us (that would explain why they consider us peons…)

Dave of Stupid Human Tricks… and, ummm…

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This movie might have some of the dumbest characters that I have ever seen grace the silver screen. Dumber than the girls who go downstairs to investigate strange noises with partial nudity as their only weapon. Dumber than the protagonist who doesn’t check to see if the killer/monster is really dead before turning his back on him.

Screamwriter, who just watched a really dumb movie.

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European cars, European boys, tennis players and servicemen. Korean cigarettes, close shaves and convenient stores.

When Buffy reminisces, it sure does sound more romantic and exciting than our past does, even the part after we finished the disco lessons.

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The kids had found a way of using an old key to open something like, 3 out of 5, of all this type of lock. They had gone along all the shops and stolen the locks they could open, and bought them to us as proof that they could.

Even 60 and Counting‘s reminiscences sound more exciting than ours, what with all the lock-hopping going on down under.

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SHE: “What are you thinking about?”

ME: “Oh, I was just contemplating puppy dogs and the laughter of little children.”

SHE: “Asian porn, huh?”

ME: “Post-Soviet Eastern Block fetish videos.”

Dwight, the Troubled Teen, who fights the heat with a rich fantasy life.

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9. Echinococcosis. I love me my hideous parasitic diseases. This is your brain. This is your brain with a hydatid cyst:

Number 9 on Douglas Hoffman’s list of 13 weird and horrible diseases, recommended reading for any mystery writer looking for an unusual murder weapon.

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Well, here’s some shocking news — sometimes it pays to be a woman!

The Nuclear Moose, reporting on a gender bias discovered in a local DVD rental store. To this we say, oh pooh, seeing as how we had to arm-wrestle a college kid for this cushy chair and everything.

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Even some of my friends abroad think that everyone behind the Orange Curtain serves up “margs” in bikinis (even at night), and has a fancy pool house designed for illicit “hooking-up.” I won’t even discuss gardeners here, except to say that entire generations of foreigners now think that a California gardening job comes with wonderful benefits, and I’m not talking about health care.

The good news is: the world no longer looks to Baywatch to definie American culture, says Teri Gray Franta. The bad news is they think we all live on Wisteria Lane.

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And for those of you who’ve stayed through to the very end, here’s a very cute Japanese tea commercial. Too funny!