How much fun can you really have in a worst-case, post-global warming world? Without beer, wine, good food, fun sports, and beautiful beaches to enjoy while staring at scantily clad members of the opposite sex ... I mean, what's the use of getting out of bed in the morning, assuming we still have beds after the world heats up and cooks itself? We'll be forced to walk around in long white Bedouin-like robes — light-colored Snuggies, if you will — venturing forth from our hastily dug subterranean bunkers only to make quick scavenging runs back to civilization, looking for that last batch of food or useful material left behind after the great solar/nuclear war of 2027 between Al Gore's green faction and Glenn Beck's Teabagger brigades. No, that future doesn't look like much fun.