There are ointments for that.
 
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I personally am more concerened about the reversing of the magnetic poles that is supposedly beginning it's next cycle.

Now THAT could fudge some crap up.

Then again I may have purchased too much stock in aluminum headgear.

Dammit does that mean I'm going to have to flip all my batteries?

We'll all need tinfoil hats!

If you pick the right religion, you'll already have acceptable head ware like this guy:
 

I know climate is different to weather blah blah blah, but I'm inclined to be skeptical of any long term climate predictions based on computer models. There is just too much chaos possible in the real world. If computer models screw up the weather a week down the line, then how much better are computer models which make predictions 20 years hence? Thunderstorms were forecast for NYC today, we got a little light rain instead. I regularly read "today is mostly cloudy" in the morning only to find the clouds clear up a couple of hours later and a full day of sunshine ensues. Sometimes I'll look a couple of weeks ahead in the Accuweather.com forecast and see a few days of 95F weather forecast, then as those days get nearer and nearer their forecast will have dropped into the 80's. The opposite happens a lot as well. I pay attention to this stuff because I work outside a lot and you come to dread those blistering, humid days - it's nice to read a forecast for a cool week, not so nice when that forecast turns out to be complete BS and it's hot and wretched. Yet I'm supposed to believe that the computer models for long term climate predictions spanning decades are super accurate. LOL. 

I went to the local Tin Foil Hat Shoppe, waited until they threw out some leftover pizza, and caught the door before it could close. Once inside, I saw this hat.

I thought it was nice, but I don't feel like being conscripted into the New Roman Army. I browsed through some of the cling film gas masks and then ran into this guy.

He acted like he didn't remember me, of course, but I told him he had delivered pizza to me several times in the last month. I told him that if he wore this hat while delivering my next pizza, he could join my family for game night. He muttered something about how his dad was right and he really needed to do something with his life.
 
All conversations stopped, naturally, as black helicopters passed overhead. Since we were six levels underground, I'm not sure how we knew, but we did. We always know.
 
Captain Captain is the owner of the place. He got his name when attempting to create a user id in Lord of the Rings Online. He got a bit confused during the id creation process. Anyway, I saw a picture of Captain Captain's SUV on the counter. I thought, "That's ridiculous. The wheel well is totally vulnerable. Didn't he consider the possibility of subterranean signals? Duh!"

Unfortunately, I had lingered too long and Captain Captain caught me. We went through the usual argument where he tells me that he banned me from the store and I tell him that it wasn't my fault that his last hat had ended up wrapped around my sandwich. 

 
After a lengthy debate, I told him that I needed another hat. He asked me why and I just said that it was a traumatic experience and that I'll never look at an Ikea the same way again. He then had the audacity to tell me that he refused to sell me a hat because, "Some brains are just not worth the cost of the tin foil," and shoved me into the airlock (or elevator).
 
The nerve of that guy...He never told me which brains he meant. I still don't have a hat.