I don't know how you could live through a week like we've had in the Northeast and not believe in global warming. First it's 60 degrees out -- great! it's spring! -- then it's 50 and raining -- fine, whatever, April showers -- then it's 94 degrees outside and your roommates are turning on the air conditioning and it's hot when you wake up under the comforter and it's not July so why is this happening already. Oh, yeah, then it's going back down into the 50s tomorrow.

Even if you say it's the natural cycles of the universe, it's still, on a micro, local, I'm-sweating through-my-clothes-and-I-just-left-the-apartment kind of way, pretty bizarre.