-40 (-65 w/ wind chill) in Red Deer, Alberta in 2005. My nose hairs froze the second I went outside. My hair probably could have broken off if you twisted it. Crazy stuff...
And tell me, what is the temperature measuring?? The AIR. So yes, I stand by my original statement. Wind chill is the AIR temperature as it is felt on exposed skin. When someone comes from Boston, they might melt at 95 degrees, but that does not dispute the fact that they are indeed FEELING 95 degree air on their skin. How they react to it is completely different, and has no bearing on the argument. When they say the air outside FEELS like 10 degrees, that means that it FEELS like 10 degrees on your skin. How you react to what 10 degree air feels on your skin might be different than somebody else, but it is still 10 degree air. Wind chill and heat index are both factors used to help express what the air FEELS like on our skin, and helps put things into a quantifiable context so we know what to expect when we go outside. Again, I'm not understanding what your disdain is towards this practice, but it's incredibly helpful, and incredibly relevant to meteorology. It is not a hoax, nor is it a gimmick that TV anchormen came up with. The National Weather Service actually has formulas that they use to calculate wind chill which take into account current air temperature and the velocity of wind speed, along with certain factors that have been deemed standard coefficients.
Lived in Minot North Dakota in the mid 70s. I remember -18, -21 degrees below with wind chills in the -35, -40 below range. Sometimes we had snow drifts so high that they would come up to our 2nd story windows. There were times where you literally could not get out of the house for days at a time.
Unfortunately after blocking Swoly, I still have to see his posts when others reply. "That's what she said" jokes were funny 4 years ago...
Hrm....I was in Anchorage when I was a kid....but I really don't remember that so I'd have to say Prague in January. I have no idea what the temp there was, but it was friggin' COLD.
Weekend before last, I was in Shelbyville, IN, and they set a record at -10°F. That was the coldest I had ever been in by 2°F. I've been in Calgary when the high was -1°F, though.
at some point, friggin cold is just friggin cold. I think that point is when you can't breathe comfortably. You've reached hell (frozen over) by then, and anything beyond is simply padding your stats.
Jesus H Christ on a frozen moped. Would you guys please stop quoting Swoly's idiotic drivel and just put his time-wasting nonsensical bbs vomit on ignore already?
-55 F makes the hair in your nostrils freeze, and the cold burns your chest with each intake of air and any exposed skin. You have to wear gloves inside mittens. Basically it's Hell, but the kind from the innermost (9th) circle from Dante's Inferno, especially when you have to stand outside for about 30 minutes because your car doesn't start. Actually it was my friend's Jeep Cherokee. From that point on, I've never trusted anything other than Land Cruisers or Land Rovers for extreme weather. Also, dry cold is different than wet cold. My neighbor who's a geologist worked on some oil pipeline project in Siberia for BP, and he experienced wind chill there around -150 F. Said it was so cold the tires on trucks shattered and steel rods snapped.. but he said -20 F in a wet/cold place like Anchorage, Alaska seemed to affect him more.
While I don't have anybody actually on my ignore list, and I probably have a laundry list of posters who I would put on ignore before SwoLy (mainly idiotic teenagers who bring nothing to the table except knee-jerk reactions about the most inane things), this made me literally LOL.
lol...components of a swoly post are as follows: 1 - correct someones grammar 2 - insert at least one "that's what she says" 3 - put so many smiley face icons in the post, a teenage girl would find it over the top
^ So many? Ok, THAT made me LOL, sir. Good one. AND: they're called "smilies." Thank you, come again! :grin: Can't deal with the questions, can you?
4 - types up a paragraph of words that loosely resembles sentences on the subject at hand but really make no sense and causes other posters that read it to type How ironic is it that he loves to correct people's spelling and grammar yet half the time his posts are extremely incoherent.
You Know What's Stupid? Everything I Don't Understand By Steven Bowman February 27, 2008 | ISSUE 44•09 For far too long I've sat idly by, twiddling my thumbs and respecting the right of others to form thoughts and opinions independent of my own, and I can't take it anymore. I've got to speak up about the many things that annoy me or I'm going to go crazy. Take these new credit cards with the microchips in them, for instance. Man, those things really get my goat—trying to improve a device that was working perfectly fine as it was. Even worse are those wrappers on CDs that take forever to open. But you know what I hate the most? The one thing that makes my blood boil whenever I see it? Anything beyond my mental capacity, that's what. God, all the people, places, and things I haven't made the least bit of effort to comprehend should just die already. Will you look at all this stuff I have neither the intellect nor the maturity level to process? What a load of crap. It's in my face every day, doing lots of things I don't have an immediate desire to do and saying things I can't identify with at this stage in my life. How lame is that? I mean, what kind of pathetic loser would actually enjoy something that's so incredibly not among my personal preferences? Not me, that's for sure. Maybe my standards are too high, but if you like any of the hundreds upon hundreds of things that are too multifaceted for my attention span, you should have your head examined, weirdo. And don't even get me started on complex and sophisticated notions I can't possibly wrap my head around. That stuff makes me want to puke. Just knowing there are people out there who like—actually like—interacting with concepts that overwhelm my feeble consciousness makes me embarrassed to be an American. I don't like it in our homes, I don't like it in our schools, I don't like it outside of my comfort zone—well, I just plain don't like it. And if that makes me closed-minded, well, then I guess I'll have to dismiss that accusation outright in order to avoid being introspective even for a moment. Why, only yesterday I saw a commercial on TV for a new product I have no immediate use for and therefore cannot see any value in. Who's making this worthless junk? Seriously. If I see one more household appliance I am not mature enough to own or operate, I'm going to punch someone. I swear. Sell that to the suckers with the money and inclination to buy it, because I wouldn't take it off your hands if you gave it to me, provided me with a living situation stable enough to house it, and showed me how to use it in a manner that didn't disrupt any of my cripplingly sedentary lifestyle habits. Same goes with any TV show, movie, band, solo act, artist, book, burgeoning subculture, celebrity, fashion trend, or religious belief that makes me feel excluded from my peers or otherwise ostracized by the mainstream. That stuff is r****ded. While I'm at it, I'm sick to death of this growing trend of people who don't share my cultural heritage. I don't know how you did things back in that country I never took the time to educate myself about, but around here, we dip our fries in ketchup. That's the way it's always been as far as I know, and that's the way it's going to be until such time as I choose to acknowledge diversity among the earth's 6.6 billion people. If things don't start changing around here, I might have to up and leave this town. It's gotten to the point where I can't walk down the street without having some flier thrust into my face, advertising some dumb concert or stupid party or annoying art festival or lame-o Minnesota primary or any number of other events that no sane person with a crippling fear of the unknown and a wildly underdeveloped imagination would ever want to go to. I've never been to any of these social gatherings, but I imagine the scores of people who attend them must be total idiots. You know what? You geeks go knock yourselves out. Really. Have a blast with all your differences in personality and preference. Don't worry about me, because I'll be sitting at home alone listening to the same four records I've been listening to since college, laughing at your expense. What a bunch of losers. Link
