This stuff is crackers on so many planes. …
Fortunately I am not the only one. Someone just gave me a link to a place where people seem as weird as me:
Originally posted by http://cloudappreciationsociety.org/:
At The Cloud Appreciation Society we love clouds, we’re not ashamed to say it and we’ve had enough of people moaning about them. Read our manifesto and see how we are fighting the banality of ‘blue-sky thinking’. If you agree with what we stand for, then join the society for a minimal postage and administration fee and receive your very own official membership certificate and badge.[/http://cloudappreciationsociety.org/]
I really need a badge so my neighbours can recognise a loony when they meet one.
I forecast weather and earthquakes from the moon. (Where else would a loony live?)
Anyway, one day when I woke up the bedroom window was misted over inside. I mean the double glazed unit had failed on one of the panes.
No big deal, I'd report it sooner or later and then someone would get around to replacing it.
The next day it had cleared, so forgeddaboudit. A few days pass I begin to notice it is giving off a signal. Even the dumbest idiot you ever met will pick up on things that appeal to him and with me its weather pattens. Sad but true.
If you have ever met a person who knows stuff about stuff that is so far out of the norm that it mystifies you, someone so good at his job perhaps he can see things coming so far down the line that he has it fixed before you even realise what day it is?
Stuff you can't explain?
Well I am like that with some aspects of geophysics.
It's fun but there is no money in it.
So I'm thinking this sign equates to… and I generally tend to forget. But not to worry the window is in my bedroom. I'll see it faking me out so often I will get annoyed by it.
So I compose a terse note and send it off to a Usenet group.
If you don't know what Usenet is it is a place where fanatics gather to discuss things that don't matter, with people who don't matter, rather like a discussion group can form in an hospital ward and prison recreation room. (Having not much else to do, men tend to solve the problems preventing world peace and etcetera.
Well, Usenet is like that.
Only as you might imagine, the Alt.fan.kook forums are rather poorly supported by people inclined to listen to anyone not themselves. And there aren't all that many kooks who are themselves, to coin a phrase.
So I tend to post rather forlorn text to uk.sci.weather. It's a lonely life but, from time to time, interesting.
I posted this recently:
And I promised myself I would take care of business.
You ever go to the market and find a nut case shouting his mouth off like the Beatles song: Fool on the hill?
You might pay attention in passing for a minute or two then shake your head and walk away?
The only conversation such a person will get is from another raving loonatic.
Usenet isn't like that.