Nice weather we have here, or I thought I'd die
One (of the many) reasons all my fics are stalled is this thrice accursed weather.
I thought June was bad.
Then came July and things got worse, with daily temperatures ranging from 30-35C (86-95F), stabilizing at 35-36C towards the end of the month. I gave up and bought a mobile air conditioner -- as the companies installing split systems have their hands full, the nearest date you could order an air conditioner installed was well into autumn. Well, a mobile one was delivered the next day... Then I switched it on, cussed and spent two hours disassembling it and then assembling it back, just so that I could tighten the all-important screw left loose by the crook-handed Chinese workers (I was so starved for cool by then that I could care less about the warranty).
Now, a mobile air conditioner, has both strong and weak sides compared to a stationary ones (the biggest plus is being there right now, not some months later). The second feature, it blows part of the ingested air out to the street, through a flexible trunk. You don't have to be a genius to see what this means: the displaced air is replaced by the fresh hot one coming from the outside.
This is both a minus (as it makes the thing terribly power-ineffective) and a plus (as the air in your room never gets stale as with the split systems).
As the road to work and back became a daily exercise in fortitude (I once experienced a one sweatdrop from the tip of my nose per five seconds ratio, which endangered my netbook I type my fics on -- or read from -- while in the subway) I could care less for the electric bill, so I thought I got the best of the air conditioner world (cool air that is never stale), but then...
Yesterday I looked in the window and saw this:

Yes, it's smoke. A noxious, foul smelling smoke.
To top it off, the temperature was rapidly climbing to 35C/95F.
Guess what my air conditioner did?
It supplied me with a fresh, cool smoke
What a harrowing dilemma I had there! Shut it off, seal all windows and suffer the heat. Or leave it working... and breathe the noxious fumes. Oh, the suffering!
My ingenuity saved me -- albeit barely -- with this contraption made of a turbofan, a cardboard box and a wet bedsheet:

These were exhausting two days, but as of today evening the smoke shroud slowly lifted... Ah, I'm so glad to be able to breathe again, without a wet cloth over my face!
It's back to the usual drought, with the trees slowly wilting and the lawns long ago turned to ash sprinkled with hay.
It'll soon be two frigging months with only _one_ short rainstorm during that time!
Well, how about you? Anyone else has any horror stories about their local weather?
I thought June was bad.
Then came July and things got worse, with daily temperatures ranging from 30-35C (86-95F), stabilizing at 35-36C towards the end of the month. I gave up and bought a mobile air conditioner -- as the companies installing split systems have their hands full, the nearest date you could order an air conditioner installed was well into autumn. Well, a mobile one was delivered the next day... Then I switched it on, cussed and spent two hours disassembling it and then assembling it back, just so that I could tighten the all-important screw left loose by the crook-handed Chinese workers (I was so starved for cool by then that I could care less about the warranty).
Now, a mobile air conditioner, has both strong and weak sides compared to a stationary ones (the biggest plus is being there right now, not some months later). The second feature, it blows part of the ingested air out to the street, through a flexible trunk. You don't have to be a genius to see what this means: the displaced air is replaced by the fresh hot one coming from the outside.
This is both a minus (as it makes the thing terribly power-ineffective) and a plus (as the air in your room never gets stale as with the split systems).
As the road to work and back became a daily exercise in fortitude (I once experienced a one sweatdrop from the tip of my nose per five seconds ratio, which endangered my netbook I type my fics on -- or read from -- while in the subway) I could care less for the electric bill, so I thought I got the best of the air conditioner world (cool air that is never stale), but then...
Yesterday I looked in the window and saw this:

Yes, it's smoke. A noxious, foul smelling smoke.
To top it off, the temperature was rapidly climbing to 35C/95F.
Guess what my air conditioner did?
What a harrowing dilemma I had there! Shut it off, seal all windows and suffer the heat. Or leave it working... and breathe the noxious fumes. Oh, the suffering!
My ingenuity saved me -- albeit barely -- with this contraption made of a turbofan, a cardboard box and a wet bedsheet:

These were exhausting two days, but as of today evening the smoke shroud slowly lifted... Ah, I'm so glad to be able to breathe again, without a wet cloth over my face!
Well, how about you? Anyone else has any horror stories about their local weather?