Yeah, they're in panic mode after yet another quiet hurricane season. Since the actual *climate* isn't going along with their crackpot AGW theories, a more intense marketing campaign is needed.

Ooh, you're right, Mike. From AOML (Atlantic Oceanographic and Meteorological Laboratory):

The Atlantic basin shows a very peaked season from August through October, with 78% of the tropical storm days, 87% of the minor (Saffir-Simpson Scale categories 1 and 2 – see Subject D1) hurricane days, and 96% of the major (Saffir-Simpson categories 3, 4 and 5) hurricane days occurring then (Landsea 1993). Maximum activity is in early to mid September.

A little more digging produces:

The peak of hurricane season runs from August 24 through September 15, peaking on September 10.

That's from the KTRK Weather Blog out of Houston.

I don't care how much Bob Geldof and his crotchety cronies from the far reaches of popular music's dung heap croon and swoon, the climate is just not doing what the hypothesis and the models created to sell that hypothesis predict it should do. Maybe they should be serenading the sun to restore the life-giving sunspots. Without that level of solar magnetic activity, millions of people around the world are going to starve when the world's grain belts cool down and become far less productive. Perhaps they can consult some of their Native American buddies on how to offer a righteous prayer to the gods to intervene.

BTW, I wonder if Duran Duran still "smell like I sound"?

Does anyone else wonder what the song Beds R Burning has to do with planetary warming? I always interpreted that lyric as being about the Aboriginal peoples in Australia and how they'd been systematically abused by the white government for so long. I'm not sure what any of that has to do with mean global temperature. In fact, unless I'm misremembering, the Aboriginal Dreamtime beliefs are that the earth is a flat surface not a globe at all, hence the line in Beds R Burning "how can we dance if our world is turning". They reasoned that if the world was turning, they'd be unable to stand and eventually be flung off into the Dark Void.

Oh well, it's Bob Geldof – it doesn't have to make sense.

Yeah, I remember Geldof from his stint with the Boomtown Rats. They were a commercial mediocrity which taught young Mr. Geldof that he didn't really have the chops to break into the A-list tier of musicians. So after the Rats, he went on to become Mr. social justice of the music world. I suppose he feels a sense of competition with Bono since they're both Irish and all.

He can stay at home content in the knowledge that he's contributed to the rearing of three of most obnoxious celebutards on the planet, Fifi, Peaches and Pixie.