Bad 'Air Days

I don't blog about the weather very much; primarily because it is not interesting enough in Canberra.  Perhaps if we had a hurricane I could fill up a blog post.  To be honest, the weather is just a natural phenomenum created by God to give boring people something to talk about.  But something weatherish needs to be addressed.  It's all about my hair, really.

Bob Brown couldn't care less about my hair. I know he doesn't care because he's not ranting and raving in the Senate about the radical increases in wavy, unruly hair caused by dangerously high levels of humidity that threaten the very fabric of our society. Threaten our democratic values; our whole way of life.  The whole structure of our hairstyles. 

If left unchecked, this humidity has the power to make us look like dweebs for days on end.  Someone needs to do something!  Where the hell are the idealistic youth when you need them?  Oh, they're all on Facebook?  Maybe we'll need to get them to stop poking each other and start up a ban humidity page; that should do it.

We need to stop pouring money into this so-called man-made global warming (sorry, climate change), and start trying to eradicate the scourge of humidity or we are all doomed - DOOMED!  My stupid anti-humidity spray doesn't work when it has to deal with real humidity, of the type that Canberra is currently being exposed to.  I used to have useful anti-humidity hair goo, but the product was DISCONTINUED. 

I hate when you get to know a product, and you rely on it, and trust that it’ll always be there for you, and then the stupid company discontinues the product. And you are left bereft, with no hope to maintain humdity-free hair without resorting to a strange product whose effectiveness is a mystery to you.

I really can't tolerate any more bad hair days.  What we really need to do is find is patient zero in this unfolding crisis, so we can put them into a nuclear bunker type environment, or bus interchange locker if we're pushed for choice, so they stop spreading the scourge of humidity. 

And now - the wind!  Usually the wind stays in the naughty corner, that being South-East Australia; or Melbourne, more precisely.  But it's here.  The fucking wind.  I wish the weather would pull itself into line.  Sheesh.