Just Another Gustav Post

Posted on August 29, 2008 by Varg

An attempt to pronounce the various computer models is as follows…

GFS – “Gifs”
UKMET – “Yook-Met”
NGFDL – “Nug-Fiddle”
HWRF – “Hawarf!”

and finally, the most awesome sounding model…

NOGAPS – “No muhfuckin’ gaps! Don’t you know our name? We are no damn gaps!”

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The morning forecast discussion has me utterly perplexed as it contains the following phrases…

best estimate

complicated evolution

One big question

It would not be surprising

we’ve opted

is possible

Hopefully

We have to watch that turn. The spaghetti is going to be all over the place today.

3 thoughts on “Just Another Gustav Post”

alli says:

August 29, 2008 at 8:43 am

I don’t think anyone knows anything.

Especially that damn GFDL (gufuddle?). Go west young Gustav!
liprap says:

August 29, 2008 at 9:35 am

I think it’s “Gifdal” like a distant coozan on PBJ.

And yeah, nobody knows a damn thing. It’s still watch and wait.
Varg says:

August 29, 2008 at 9:58 am

Unfortunately, and I hate this, the watch and wait window will begin to close soon, possibly by tomorrow. I don’t effin want to evacuate. The track now depends on if you listen to Gifs, Hawarf! and G-fiddle or to Yook-Met, Nug Fiddle and No muhfuckin Gaps. I prefer the latter who say there is a huge Western swerve in their future.

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