As it turns out, we’ve wrecked the Earth. All of you in the Northern Hemisphere might have noticed that it’s been raging hot outside this week. Flaming hot. Very gay hot.
Yes, yes, I know. “Weather isn’t the same as climate,” you say. You know, unless you need to point to several days of weather to prove or disprove global climate change. Whichever you prefer.
We did nothing this Independence Day at my house. Usually, we grill out but it was too stupidly hot. I’ve barely left the house all week, to be honest. It’s all part of how curmudgeonly I’ve become: fuck the Summer. I’ve also barely been on the blog because of how short-tempered I am over it. Hot-tempered, perhaps. Downright mercurial.
Let’s keep it simple this week. The theme is “heat”. Can be fire, songs about stoves, or hot cross buns. I don’t care. Run with it. Be imaginative. Just don’t ask me to go outside. I don’t care if the birdbath is empty; the finches can fend for themselves.
CMNZ – Superheated by New Order
Rich Taylor – Sunstroke by Jason Isbell
pfluffy – Hot Pants by James Brown
Santino – Scorch the Ground by Seabound
Zurvan – Soul on Fire by Third Day
Grendel – Fire Woman by The Cult
One more. I know you’re around, spootyjim. I saw you. Some Like It Hot (Power Station cover) by Bless the Machete
On the plus side, the crippling heat is keeping American civil warmongering impulses safely in check. Even if you throw a cold drink in someone’s face for wearing the “wrong” hat, you’re technically doing him a favor.