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Uh-oh. You have to be very careful that Seasonal Affective Thingummy doesn’t develop into the much more dangerous Seasonal Affective Doodad.

You need a good supplemental light source to keep you chipper during the season of the long nights. Fortunately, the crack prop master team on the cheesy 1970s sci-fi TV show Battlestar Galactica, have the perfect solution: the Colonial Viper helmet.

Here’s another look. (Separate post to stay out of the spam filter.)

Not only do you get the light, but you get to wear a superbly anachronistic sci-fi space helmet modeled after King Tut’s sarcophagus.

(Last comment. Honest. Trust me.)

Always loved those helmets. The whole look of the show was great.

I loved the old Battlestar Galactica show!

If there’s one thing the Brits do well, it’s dismal. When the weather’s nice there it’s breathtaking, but, holy crap, you guys do dismal, gray and drizzly like no where on Earth. I’ve actually been colder and more miserable there at +40 F than I’ve been here in Alaska at -45 F. Having said that, there’s also nothing like the warmth of Brit incandescent lamps shining through the windows on a drizzly afternoon, promising the homey scent of a proper Brit tea.
God, but I miss it. Right, you! Get the kettle on!

I love cold-ish, gray, drizzly days. I’m utterly wasted in this God-forsaken desert.

To take a break from the dismal weather, have you and Uncle Badger thought of taking a trip Stateside, maybe to the Florida Gulf Coast?
Or maybe to the Bahamas (that’s still Dominion, I think).

Being warm and dry inside on a drizzly day is a wonderful thing.

To be then fully enjoyed by driving down to Cape Ann and Rockport to get a hot cup of coffee and cheese strudel at Helmudt’s Strudel on Bearskin Neck and quietly gaze out over the grey drizzly cold North Atlantic and wonder what they’re doing over across the way in Portugal.

@Durned…they’re quaffing espresso whilst munching on one of these babies…or dunking Avo’s Biscoitos in tea. Like the Italians, Portuguese fishermen settled in the SF Bay area and migrated out to the Big Valley. Most of the dairies are owned by their descendants, so we have several good bakeries nearby.

“O Western Wind when wilt thou blow
The small rain down can rain
Christ! If my love were in my arms
and I in my bed again.”

Weel sheet…forgot to log on…that was me Durned.

@P2…yep, the coldest summer I’ve spent was two weeks in Scotland…but it was grand for all the reasons you say…we were doing a tour of the distilleries so were well braced for the cold.

Working out in East Texas in the 1850’s house we discovered 50s is “warm” inside the house as long as you’re dressed for it.

and it makes climbing into that zero degree sleeping bag that much more pleasant at day’s end.

Guess who won’t agree to turning the heat down around here in the modern house back in the city, hrummmppppfffffff.

@BJM… I tried drinkin’ Scotland dry but they just kept makin’ more. Damn the luck.