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It was a Flop... February 2024 Disco. Thread


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38 minutes ago, Typhoon Tip said:

Can you imagine the apoplexy among the "winter enthusiast sports nation" should a full latitude phased juggernaut bomb wind up over Detroit ... 

Then, it's 77 a week later because the hints go on to setting CC's attribution bum on our faces and squeezing one off ?

Man, some part of me would kind of be morbidly interested in being a spectator for that -

I think you would be suprised how many would be ready to embrace that-

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15 minutes ago, WinterWolf said:

Give me a couple more shots at some snow…then it can go to 70 degrees for all of March at this point…I’m fine with it.  And I am not upset about when anything may, or may not end.  
 

But as Will added, we know how the spring is in SNE…and most times it ain’t good.  So I’ll enjoy the last month of winter whatever it brings(70’s, or snow, or both).  
 

That 24th system looks decent on the ensembles however currently… could be interesting as we go along for winter enthusiasts as Tip would say. 

I have always said I'd like it to be balls to the walls winter up until about March 15th and then it can flip a switch.  Mud season is useless to me.  No riding, no golf, nuthin'.  Get me straight to useful weather.

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It might rip for like 60-90 minutes this evening. Someone yesterday said it’s almost like a squall line that comes through and that isn’t a bad comparison. It’s a pretty nice band of snow that lasts 1-2 hours and has excellent snow growth. A quick 1-2” seems likely for many. Can’t rule out a 3” lolli…more likely north than south. 

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1 minute ago, ORH_wxman said:

It might rip for like 60-90 minutes this evening. Someone yesterday said it’s almost like a squall line that comes through and that isn’t a bad comparison. It’s a pretty nice band of snow that lasts 1-2 hours and has excellent snow growth. A quick 1-2” seems likely for many. Can’t rule out a 3” lolli…more likely north than south. 

This is the 6z NAM bufkit for BDL. Brief, but would certainly rip. that could drop a quick 1-1.5'' of snow

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37 minutes ago, 40/70 Benchmark said:

I'm just waiting to see how 2/24 will fail. 

It does fail.

Yesterday I met a guy outside of taco bell.  A skittish, down and out looking character...beaten up trench coat (possibly naked underneath), full, scruffy beard and in possession of a pink Samsonite suitcase (circa 1989) which was sharing space with the toes of his torn, He-Man branded slipper and the gum and oil laden sidewalk.  He was aggressively blocking the entrance and frantically trying to grab some air time with my ear. I tried to side step him, but he was too quick. Since I was very hungry I figured the only way in was to listen to what he had to say... The sooner I got this out of the way, the sooner I would be able to grab that steak quesadilla I'd been craving all night.  He told me that if I bought him, a cheesy double beef burrito, a 5 layer burrito, a Mexican pizza (extra tomatoes), black bean crunch wrap, a side of black beans, a side of cinnamon twists, 3 packets of hot sauce, and a small dixie cup of water he would let me use the time machine inside his suitcase.  At first, I thought, this guy is full of sh,it, but for some reason, I quickly changed my mind and said, maybe this guy is legit (plus I was craving that grade D but edible meat awaiting me inside).  Plus, I was excited, and immediately began to  think of what I would do with a time machine...all of the good I could do with just one trip.

I entered the store.

...20 minutes later I came out with everything on his list.  He thanked me, and quickly moved on with his end of the bargain.  He picked up the suitcase, and we walked (he shuffled) a few miles to cornfield on the outskirts of town.  On the edge of the cornfield sat a rusty, 1938 dodge pick-up truck.  The man heaved the luggage on to the truck bed and opened it.  Inside was what looked like an old typewriter with not as many keys and an a large, metal cylinder fastened to the back.  The keys only had numbers, dots, and dashes engraved on them.  I looked it over, and thought, yup, this looks like a time machine.  The man, taking a bite of his burrito asked me where and when I wanted to go.  I thought long and hard (maybe 20 seconds or so).  Should I go back and kill baby HitlerShould I go way back in time and rescue Jesus from the crossWhat could I do to prevent 9-11 from happening? What about saving John Lennon, I thought. 
...
"Take me to February 26th, 2024", I said without hesitation.   The man, looked at me, flashed a rotten toothed grin, and said, "ok"  He plugged some nonsensical pattern into the keys...Soon after the machine sputtered, and the cylinder started spinning. The man stepped out of the way as a funnel of colored smoke enveloped me.  Just like that I felt my body disintegrate into the sky...and just like that I was back again. 

It will be a fish storm, Ray.  
Sorry. 

 

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1 minute ago, Cold Miser said:

It does fail.

Yesterday I met a guy outside of taco bell.  A skittish, down and out looking character...beaten up trench coat (possibly naked underneath), full, scruffy beard and in possession of a pink Samsonite suitcase (circa 1989) which was sharing space with the toes of his torn, He-Man branded slipper and the gum and oil laden sidewalk.  He was aggressively blocking the entrance and frantically trying to grab some air time with my ear. I tried to side step him, but he was too quick. Since I was very hungry I figured the only way in was to listen to what he had to say... The sooner I got this out of the way, the sooner I would be able to grab that steak quesadilla I'd been craving all night.  He told me that if I bought him, a cheesy double beef burrito, a 5 layer burrito, a Mexican pizza (extra tomatoes), black bean crunch wrap, a side of black beans, a side of cinnamon twists, 3 packets of hot sauce, and a small dixie cup of water he would let me use the time machine inside his suitcase.  At first, I thought, this guy is full of sh,it, but for some reason, I quickly changed my mind and said, maybe this guy is legit (plus I was craving that grade D but edible meat awaiting me inside).  Plus, I was excited, and immediately began to  think of what I would do with a time machine...all of the good I could do with just one trip.

I entered the store.

...20 minutes later I came out with everything on his list.  He thanked me, and quickly moved on with his end of the bargain.  He picked up the suitcase, and we walked (he shuffled) a few miles to cornfield on the outskirts of town.  On the edge of the cornfield sat a rusty, 1938 dodge pick-up truck.  The man heaved the luggage on to the truck bed and opened it.  Inside was what looked like an old typewriter with not as many keys and an a large, metal cylinder fastened to the back.  The keys only had numbers, dots, and dashes engraved on them.  I looked it over, and thought, yup, this looks like a time machine.  The man, taking a bite of his burrito asked me where and when I wanted to go.  I thought long and hard (maybe 20 seconds or so).  Should I go back and kill baby HitlerShould I go way back in time and rescue Jesus from the crossWhat could I do to prevent 9-11 from happening? What about saving John Lennon, I thought. 
..."Take me to February 26th, 2024", I said without hesitation.   The man, looked at me, flashed a rotten toothed grin, and said, "ok"  He plugged some nonsensical pattern into the keys...Soon after the machine sputtered, and the cylinder started spinning. The man stepped out of the way as a funnel of colored smoke enveloped me.  Just like that I felt my body disintegrate into the sky...and just like that I was back again. 

It will be a fish storm, Ray.  
Sorry. 

 

Beer

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5 minutes ago, Ginx snewx said:

What a gorgeous pic. 

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Hudson and upper CT River Valleys are just completely devoid of snow including the surrounding high terrain.  Brutal but looks good elsewhere.  You can see that most of Connecticut has more snow cover than the Berkshires.

The Berkshires have had a terrible  winter this year.

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12 minutes ago, Cold Miser said:

It does fail.

Yesterday I met a guy outside of taco bell.  A skittish, down and out looking character...beaten up trench coat (possibly naked underneath), full, scruffy beard and in possession of a pink Samsonite suitcase (circa 1989) which was sharing space with the toes of his torn, He-Man branded slipper and the gum and oil laden sidewalk.  He was aggressively blocking the entrance and frantically trying to grab some air time with my ear. I tried to side step him, but he was too quick. Since I was very hungry I figured the only way in was to listen to what he had to say... The sooner I got this out of the way, the sooner I would be able to grab that steak quesadilla I'd been craving all night.  He told me that if I bought him, a cheesy double beef burrito, a 5 layer burrito, a Mexican pizza (extra tomatoes), black bean crunch wrap, a side of black beans, a side of cinnamon twists, 3 packets of hot sauce, and a small dixie cup of water he would let me use the time machine inside his suitcase.  At first, I thought, this guy is full of sh,it, but for some reason, I quickly changed my mind and said, maybe this guy is legit (plus I was craving that grade D but edible meat awaiting me inside).  Plus, I was excited, and immediately began to  think of what I would do with a time machine...all of the good I could do with just one trip.

I entered the store.

...20 minutes later I came out with everything on his list.  He thanked me, and quickly moved on with his end of the bargain.  He picked up the suitcase, and we walked (he shuffled) a few miles to cornfield on the outskirts of town.  On the edge of the cornfield sat a rusty, 1938 dodge pick-up truck.  The man heaved the luggage on to the truck bed and opened it.  Inside was what looked like an old typewriter with not as many keys and an a large, metal cylinder fastened to the back.  The keys only had numbers, dots, and dashes engraved on them.  I looked it over, and thought, yup, this looks like a time machine.  The man, taking a bite of his burrito asked me where and when I wanted to go.  I thought long and hard (maybe 20 seconds or so).  Should I go back and kill baby HitlerShould I go way back in time and rescue Jesus from the crossWhat could I do to prevent 9-11 from happening? What about saving John Lennon, I thought. 
..."Take me to February 26th, 2024", I said without hesitation.   The man, looked at me, flashed a rotten toothed grin, and said, "ok"  He plugged some nonsensical pattern into the keys...Soon after the machine sputtered, and the cylinder started spinning. The man stepped out of the way as a funnel of colored smoke enveloped me.  Just like that I felt my body disintegrate into the sky...and just like that I was back again. 

It will be a fish storm, Ray.  
Sorry. 

 

88 MPH!!!!!

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37 minutes ago, Cold Miser said:

It does fail.

Yesterday I met a guy outside of taco bell.  A skittish, down and out looking character...beaten up trench coat (possibly naked underneath), full, scruffy beard and in possession of a pink Samsonite suitcase (circa 1989) which was sharing space with the toes of his torn, He-Man branded slipper and the gum and oil laden sidewalk.  He was aggressively blocking the entrance and frantically trying to grab some air time with my ear. I tried to side step him, but he was too quick. Since I was very hungry I figured the only way in was to listen to what he had to say... The sooner I got this out of the way, the sooner I would be able to grab that steak quesadilla I'd been craving all night.  He told me that if I bought him, a cheesy double beef burrito, a 5 layer burrito, a Mexican pizza (extra tomatoes), black bean crunch wrap, a side of black beans, a side of cinnamon twists, 3 packets of hot sauce, and a small dixie cup of water he would let me use the time machine inside his suitcase.  At first, I thought, this guy is full of sh,it, but for some reason, I quickly changed my mind and said, maybe this guy is legit (plus I was craving that grade D but edible meat awaiting me inside).  Plus, I was excited, and immediately began to  think of what I would do with a time machine...all of the good I could do with just one trip.

I entered the store.

...20 minutes later I came out with everything on his list.  He thanked me, and quickly moved on with his end of the bargain.  He picked up the suitcase, and we walked (he shuffled) a few miles to cornfield on the outskirts of town.  On the edge of the cornfield sat a rusty, 1938 dodge pick-up truck.  The man heaved the luggage on to the truck bed and opened it.  Inside was what looked like an old typewriter with not as many keys and an a large, metal cylinder fastened to the back.  The keys only had numbers, dots, and dashes engraved on them.  I looked it over, and thought, yup, this looks like a time machine.  The man, taking a bite of his burrito asked me where and when I wanted to go.  I thought long and hard (maybe 20 seconds or so).  Should I go back and kill baby HitlerShould I go way back in time and rescue Jesus from the crossWhat could I do to prevent 9-11 from happening? What about saving John Lennon, I thought. 
..."Take me to February 26th, 2024", I said without hesitation.   The man, looked at me, flashed a rotten toothed grin, and said, "ok"  He plugged some nonsensical pattern into the keys...Soon after the machine sputtered, and the cylinder started spinning. The man stepped out of the way as a funnel of colored smoke enveloped me.  Just like that I felt my body disintegrate into the sky...and just like that I was back again. 

It will be a fish storm, Ray.  
Sorry. 

 

I'd go back to 2/6/78.

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