And The Good News Just Keeps A’ Comin’
A tropical wave sweeping WNW through the central Caribbean is being monitored for further development. Convection with the system diminished last night, but redeveloped rapidly this morning. Conditions are becoming more favorable for additional strengthening of the system as it pushes toward the northwest Caribbean, so an Air Force Reserve Hurricane Hunter aircraft may be dispatched to check out the disturbance tomorrow.
Another disturbance being watched is moving westward in the central Atlantic about halfway between Africa and South America near 10 degrees north. Convection is beginning to develop around a low pressure center associated with the system, so further development is possible.
We’ve only got four terrific name choices left…
Stan ~ Tammy ~ Vince ~ Wilma
…and they’re all getting on my last nerve.
Can anyone tell me why they skip U, X, Y and Z before going to the Greek alphabet? This isn’t a trivia question: I honestly don’t know and whould like to.
What about Xaviera? I always liked that name…
And, uh, sorry Dave. I didn’t even know they skipped them.
Your last nerve too, eh? Sigh.
Like a bad dog, Kathy. Like a bad dog.
And Dave, I believe the explanation is that, while there are lovely examples of X-Files names ( Xaviera being one), there aren’t sufficient quantities to fill the name lists they use in 6 year rotations.
I’d rather be a know-it-all on some other subject.
Ullulla
Xerxes
Yufucked
Zappa
There, the list is complete.
Ugnautz
Xur
Yoquanda
Zoidberg
Though Xerxes is a boss name…
“boss” name? How flippin’ old are you, anyway?
I don’t think he took daughter #2 to college, if that’s what you’re asking Ken.
It’s just that I haven’t heard “boss” used that way since… I don’t know, maybe 1967?
I can assure you that ‘Fly was born well after 1967.
Just weened pups, ALL of you!
LOL, Ken, when it comes to slang I’m a classicist. Solid…
Groovy, daddio.
Cullen, you’re mixing decades.
Anybody remember “Wink Dinderson”?
“Hey there groovy guys, groovy gals! Peace, Love, Dope! Beads, bells, incense, light shows, crash pads, and hare krishna all you groovy freaks! Dig it, right on, and power to the people! Great, kids! Having a good time? Far out and solid!”
Oh, and a twenty-three skidoo to ya, baby.
Oh my God, shut up. There’s a reason things get purged from one’s memory banks.
Not from mine. That’s why I have trouble absorbing new information.