I'm rather amused by the European heatwave myself. Here in SoCal, such summer temps are routine. Over there, they can't handle it. Granted, eighty degrees is considered sweltering in Britain and, apparently, France disdains bathing and air conditioning.

Three thousand dead in a heatwave? You could expect that in, say, India. But France is industrialized. You'd think they could deal with it.

Then there's England -- where they had to shut down the railroads because the rails were buckling in the heat. What did they make them out of, plastic?

I laugh at their hundred degree weather -- ha-ha! But maybe if we remind our Eurropean cousins (constantly) that this is the norm for much of the American Southwest this time of year, they'll stay away in droves -- making Hollywood more pleasant for its lack of black-socked, backpack toting, sunburned Eurotrash stumbling across intersections when the light is read and thrusting maps into people's faces while muttering something incomprehensible about "Mareeeeelin."

All right, all right. I think most Europeans are cool. Except for them damn Belgians. But this weather has certainly shown them for the big wusses they are.

Hell, they even have to give their temps in Celsius, just to make them seem lower. "Mon dieu, Jacques! It is forty degrees out."

Brrrrr.....

It's 9:17 pm and 90+ degrees in my house. You don't hear me complaining! I contemplated buying a window air conditioner a few days ago but I figure until it reaches 100 degrees inside I am still good to go.

As for tourists standing on the corner of walk and don't walk, I say let them come in swarms. Some one has to support the U.S. economy and I am not sure the burger flipping students that Pat graduated are truely up to the task.

Mike

-A native Californian who doesn't think it is really hot until it hits 110.