I can't escape the heat!

Summer in Walla Walla is hot. While timely visitors may judge our peaceful hamlet as temperate and even pleasantly warm, they know nothing of the brutal summers. Starting some time last week, the temperature began getting ambitious. It's been flirting with triple digits! It's all my housemate and I can do to simply stay indoors and play videogames. Our windows will burn an unsuspecting hand laid upon.

So I flee south and west, out of the harsh desert and toward a more civilized land. Portland is, however, just as fucking hot! This is a metropolis... where are the goddamn climate control shields and weather changing robots? Ok, so maybe Portland isn't quite on the cutting edge of shit, but I remember being in D.C. during the summer some years back and even there, our nation's capital, we're sweating our eyeballs out.

It only figures that I'm not gonna get any relief from the heat: my girlfriend just let me know that Los Angeles (where we're headed) is like a hundred and nineteen degrees right now. I was born in Anchorage, ok? I like the sun as much as the next guy, but damn this omnipresent summer heat! It's bad for my valve. Luckily, the by-product of my venting on this blogue is a refreshing breeze. Keep kool kids, remember to czech on your elderly neighbors and if they don't answer, it's time to break in and take their shit.