One thing I have noticed lately, is that we don’t have weathermen or weatherwomen or whatever these days. We have SEVERE WEATHER TEAMS. Perhaps that is because weatherwomen is not even considered a real word. We don’t have snowstorms we have BOMB CYCLONES. I get climate change is a thing. But the weathermen, I mean SEVERE STORM TEAM is every at the ready to tell us we are all going to die.
Case In Point:
The term “bombogenesis” refers to the process during which a midlatitude cyclone rapidly intensifies, dropping at least 24 millibars — a measure of barometric pressure — over 24 hours, creating what is known as a “bomb cyclone.”
Point of fact, this word did not exist until the late 1990s. “Currently, bombogenesis is listed in very few dictionaries, but the more the word is used in news stories and weather forecasts, the faster it will become an official word. Bombogenesis has been used to describe the process of forming such a storm, and as a term for the storm itself. (Source)
I should also point out I think I have barometric pressure disease. Which I prolly invented and feel like total shit when the barometric pressure changes rapidly. But still
So I know what you are thinking. WTF is Tamara rambling on about now. Bitch, it’s my open forum and I’ll ramble if I want too! 🙂 Also, I worry that some of you are going to suffer from bombogenesis and not make it to grandma’s house! The Denver airport is shut down due to a snow storm, I mean bombogenesis (eyeroll). And lots of people, lots of places have had their travel plans fucked.
So this is the PRE Thanksgiving open forum for all of you bombogenesis people. And your travel problems previously called winter weather. May you all find a safe place. Or, as I call it the airport bar. The airport massage chair, etc. So tragic. One time my luggage got lost and my car keys were in my luggage (rookie mistake) and I slept in an airport. I lived. And you will too but if you are living in the Denver airport I want to know about your trials and tribulations. Once, I used miles to fly from Atlanta to Orange County first class. It could only be done with a long stop in the Denver Airport. I kind of wanted to check Colorado off my list and I loved the airport. It’s like a mall! I could live there like Tom Hanks in that movie where he lived in an airport.
But um, I will feel really bad if you are stuck in an airport. Or can’t get somewhere or even if you are just freaked about about how to cook a turkey for tomorrow!
I am kind of freaked out about going to see who I love a lot, FOR REAL. On Thursday. I am the old spinster aunt who will knock an iphone out of your hand if you try to take my picture. I mean, not that I am not an hot old spinster aunt… but when I am a famous travel writer, I don’t want this sexy old fat ass to be on the news. 🙂
So tell me… where are you going today? And why should I go there before I expatriate to parts unknown to be the travel writer I always wanted to be?