You can tell how cold it is in my neighborhood by the size and height of the plumes coming off the powerplant down the street. There used to be two other stacks, and all three would billow out massive, twin plumes that spiralled out over the houses like stretched cotton. You could count ten degrees below freezing for every block they stretched over, a plume that came to my place meant it was around twenty below. This is what we get now, a giant ominous cloud rising like godzilla is just about to emerge from the river and wreak havoc on all the neighborhood bars. Too bad Godzilla is a warm-weather monster. We'd get something like Frost-gira, a massive pile of ice shards breathing ice-blasts and glaring with blue-steel eyes. Hey, happy new year everyone.