I was going to write a long rant about Michael Crichton's latest book claiming to "debunk" climate change, but someone has already done so (here and here.)
All I will add is that this actually matters, for the simple reason that Crichton could crap on a page and it would be a movie six months later. Meanwhile, someone like Kim Stanley Robinson has a book which was actually researched and, by the way, good, and he won't see his name in the credits of a major film any time soon. KSR, for that matter, has forgotten more about atmospheric chemistry than Crichton will ever learn - he spent ten years writing about it for his Mars trilogy.
Oh well. Days like today (minus 20 in Ottawa) and I'm suddenly more sympathetic to the coal industry. Fuck the Polar Bears!
(Note: Do not in fact attempt intercourse with large carnivores. Will be hazardous to your health.)
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