reply to post by sonjah1
by the way Sonj, nice Old School bars.(!)
Today was like...
I'm about 30 mi. on a bee line west of the Sears Tower in Chicago, and
was out of work at 2 this afternoon. Just lucky, a CNC machine I'm
training on decided to become childish and disobedient.
I got a "lucky" head start....
Waiting for a bus at 14:35, I was outside a total of twenty minutes in what
felt like a sustained 25 knots, and in a snow density that coated the back
of my pants a centimeter thick in fifteen minutes! And it's "coming??"
Doesn't sound like much, but consider it the same as a 75% whiteout
at 14:00. It's 11:30 pm now, and I'm looking at a sodium streetlight
outside my back room window 40 meters away that looks like a near
dead penlight in a real expensive sandblaster.
I saw a set of isobars (barometric pressure lines showing wind patterns
too) in that Perfect Storm movie that took out the Andrea Gail, Capn
Billy, and all hands.
Then somebody shows me the same setup transplated about 1500
miles west, and I think: could THIS monster be man-made too?? No way.
The best part has been two distinct peals of thunder between 8 and 9pm;
I haven't heard that in Illinois since 1999. My UPS is getting more miles
than Pop Teutel's punching dummy on a Monday (Orange County
Choppers show, separate issue), and for once the weatherman was right.
We're getting nailed with the most snow/hr. I've seen since I was a kid!
THEN was like:
Ten years before, we had a late winter wet snow that hit big and fast, up
in Mc Henry county (almost Wisconsin). It was first thing in the morning,
and I was booting up an old PS/2 we snagged for data collection at my
factory. I was the IT gopher, and sat there watching the stuff come up--
when some muffled yelling outside the office told me the parking lot was
up for grabs some twenty meters away.
My forearms also felt strangely drawn to the metal rim around the cheap
banquet table the PS rig was on. They wanted to be INSIDE the table.
The reason was clear later, when I heard from the fellow running the
Payloader in the parking lot clearing out the near-slush was sitting up,
nicely insulated with the big tires, from like a meter-diameter ball of
St. Elmo's Fire bouncing off the cars and beating up on half the
Maintenance staff like a fifty meter long pinball machine!
I was INSIDE, and got enough DC corona through the rim of a
DETACHED table to burn the bottoms of my forearms like I
briefly shorted out a fresh car battery. Oh yeah, the PS/2 strangely
refused to ever function again. Wonder why; the electric fireball
almost toasted my goats-- and IT was the antenna of love.
It's also likely why I act like this... it's no act. Peace and capacitance.