Hot Hot Hot

Hey there, 'Redheads... Urp. Excuse me. I am stuffed. I just got done having hipster fish n' chips: sushi and tater tots. Do yourself a favor, if you ever get to Sticky Rice on H St, order the Bucket of Tots. Food is always better when served in a bucket. That's sage advice from the Colonel to me to you. I hope everyone is enjoying this sudden onset of beautiful weather in the DC area. Savor it. Drink it in. It'll probably snow next week. Remember, if you don't like the weather in DC, wait a minute. There's a scientific reason why we're heating up. No, not global warming, silly. The sun is trying to kill us...

A magnitude X2.2 solar flare that occurred on Monday will reach Earth during the late hours of February 17th, with the potential for geomagnetic storms and spectacular views of the aurora borealis, or the northern lights. This latest solar flare happens to be the strongest unleashed by the sun in nearly four years.

Yeah, so enjoy the sixty degree weather, because apparently we're being preheated. Somebody call Michael Bay, Bruce Willis, and Steven Tyler. They're the only ones that can save us. The flare could potentially wreak havoc with GPS satellites and electronic devices. Thanks for not letting that havoc keep you from reading the blog, by the way. You guys are real troopers. One thing I'm sure of, somebody's getting superpowers out of this.

Speaking of things trying to kill us, Watson, IBM's gameshow murderbot, took the first step toward overthrowing humanity and crushed two of our biggest nerds on Jeopardy. The last three days was just so IBM could show off their vast improvement on the Magic 8-ball. All that was missing was someone putting a top hat on it and having it sing "Puttin' on the Ritz." With defeat imminent, Ken Jennings took it all in stride...I think Ken then challenged Watson to a foot race. Or thumb wrestling. We're doomed.

But, at least tomorrow is Friday. 'Til then.