So hot, my cat melted.

This recent shot of my cat, Puddy, may help visualize just how freakin' hot it is here in SmogTown. I was going to draw heat squiggles on it, but I figured the exaggeration was unnecessary, like stink lines on a Jesus picture.

Air like soup, sky not even blue, but that really weird hazy white - you know something is wrong with the environment when the sky turns white in the heat. Sure, the humidity, haze, smog, but I only just started to notice that eerie white sky in the mid-90s.

Those novels that are set in the South, or somewhere equally hot, always have at least one character that snaps and does something totally irrational and uncharacteristic in the middle of some heatwave (`so hot the peaches caught fire on the trees'). After this month, I see where they're coming from. I've been feeling pretty zonky myself, and started to have fantasies about pinwheeling into the subway car during rush hour, or randomly punching schoolchildren. Long story short: I've been feeling a bit crotchety. Props to the S.O. for how she's handled surfing this little mood-wave. I look forward to a fresh breeze from the north to blow away this stale, humid air (The Prozac winds, for weather-related mood swings). To coin yet another weather cliche, that`dry heat' thing is making a lot of sense right now.

Another shot of the darned cat, slowly melting into the sill, reminding me of a Crispy Crunch left on the dashboard:


Hot!

Finally, what I imagine would be the still of the same scene, only through the eyes of the 60s Batman TV Series DOP:

MILK!!!