We're between the hills and the water, no AC here. I saw it hit 78F once in the last three or four years.
The only way I can really stress test my computer cooling is in the winter if I get a
serious fire going in the woodstove and don't open any windows.
You lucky so-and-so! I hate you! :twisted::biggrin:
Seriously, without either cutting the casual environmental discussion or the on-topic part. I built a 3570K/Z77 rig for my disabled brother who lives upstairs. The plot unfolds like this.
Moms -- by my reckoning -- is a bit nuts about her preferred temps. She's not happy if the thermostat slips below 80F. The other day, I happened to notice it was pushing 90F!! I usually never let it go above 82 -- I prefer the 75 to 78 range. But we've been having a tug-of-war -- not about the bill -- but about Moms's whine about the "cold air from the vent."
Bro's idle temperatures were slipping over 50C!! If it was 92F downstairs, it was 96 upstairs, because I saw his thermometer ("poor little tyke!" Moms used to say [he's 60 years old].
I'm not sure what prompted folks to live here in the Inland Empire. First, it's not much of an empire; second -- it's the desert. I conclude it was a common distaste for rain and "bad weather" of any sort.
Then -- the "political" angle. The newspaper had been run out of a Dallas penthouse for years, pushing Texas heavy-industrial interests ("Hands off Big Oil!" one editorial complained.) The other day, a Chucklehead got a letter-to-the-editor published, reacting to Huckabee's remark about "the ovens" and someone's characterization of Nazi-ism as "right wing." "National Socialism! Socialism! Isn't that Left-Wing?!"
I was going to reply to it; I'd managed to publish 5 letters a year. But at this point, I lost patience with the idea. For instance, I never wanted to teach K-through-8 -- I'm not good with kids and always sought "intellectual stimulation." But here was grown-up and a chucklehead. Why bother?
If I have little hope for humanity, I can see I wouldn't think -- or rant about it much, if I lived in that cabin I mentioned up north. But this is like a "black-hole:" Gotta take care of Moms, and Moms doesn't want to leave.
She just wants to bake! And I don't mean angel-food cake or toll-house cookies.