Nope, nothing like that here, even during the summer. You must be deluded.
Fireball? Outside? what IS this outside you speak of?
Chalk me up as another one of those Big Blue Roomers.
Big… Firey… Orb-like…
Perhaps it is not a god, but… **home **of the gods? May hap they decend from it upon beams of light?
And this silver orb… Perhaps it is how the gods observe us when their fortress is traversing the underworld…
This be a secret not fit for mortal men to know.
It appeared here, too, but just for a little bit–then it hid from us again. I don’t think it likes us very much.
It has hidden from us as well! The sky becomes grey, and pelts us with cold ash. The wind runs faster than the swiftest horses, freezing our skin! I fear that we have fallen out of favor with this Great Orb. It demands sacrifice! We must slay twelve of our finest sheep goats and cattle, and dedicate their deaths to It!
Heed my word, for the Great Orb must be apeased!
The Blue Room is pretty with its sand floors, and the interior lighting is extraordinary. Much better than the Gray Room up to the north next to that big pool they call the Pacific. 
Then again, whoever manages the Blue Room’s thermostat during the summer months must be crazy.
I have heard of this surface world where usernames post in meat form, but I fear it.
turned inside out and crawled above the pool of fetid sputum only to feel the inexorable claw of despair curl it’s solar-powered claws around my squirming frantic limb and with the power of the cosmos itself drag me back down until the drowning suffocation claims me and surrenders unto me not a moment of release but instead an eternity of
weeping openly
It’s here again! Looking down at me - crowned in fire, stripping the skies of their protective gauze…
Oh, My Gods, how have I offended thee? I left you that offering of pie in front of the elevator, just like you asked, but you seem displeased again! Tell me anon how thine servant shall make things right!
P.S. Greeting from sunny Florida 
Bloody Yanks, bragging about how their* sun is shinig, as if we don’t all have a sun, …er…maybe we don’t, what’s a sun ?
A pox upon 't! Foul shining plague! Your light falsely promises warmth, whilst plummeting the thermometer to depths unpleasantly cold. A minus five I see before me. Woe!
Woe indeed! For I have found that whenever the Glowing Orb of Doom persists in the sky, bansishing the Grey Blanket of Comfort, my sinuses dry up—yea, even as to a desert do they become.
Did I not say that we must appease It? Your delay has made It angry, indeed, and it now demands that we give unto It That wich is most precious to us! Yea, we must make sacrifice of our computers! It will continue to pelt us with cold light untill we full fill It’s demands!
Ah! In it’s glimm’ring fury, it riseth higher and higher! Woe betide us all an we do not seek to supplicate it in our most base ways…
And I’ll bloody the nose of the first man-jack that tries to get me to sacrifice my Mac…
Oh. You live in Seattle.
I dunno. His ‘location’ field says he lives in Alaska … which kinda worries me, 'cause I didn’t think they get any sun in Alaska this time of year. The whole state’s above the Arctic Circle, isn’t it?
Nay, I say, appease it not! Instead, remain indoors, staring intently at your computer screens at all hours, in the hope that it will go away!
What do you mean, that’s what you do all the time anyway?
I’ve figured out a plan to destroy this anomoly!!
We’re going to launch two space crafts, each equiped with 4x4 Monster Drilling Machines. We’ll drill to a depth of about a hundred feet or so to make sure we get our nukes Way Down in There!! That way, it will blow up like a fist squeezing a firecracker.
That anomoly won’t stand a chance against a Nuclear Explosion!! All I need now is some college drop-outs to team up, train for a couple days or so, and save the day for all humanity!!
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! There be monsters! No wait, it’s men in furs!
The glittery gem has once again departed, leaving gloom in its wake. Strangely, it is warmer now that the fiery orb has been swallowed by…the…fiery orb… swallowing thingy. It was a thing of beauty while it was here, causing much rubbing of eyes and glittering of snowy trees, and banishing the miserable rains and muck of November into distant memory. Come back soon.
Yeah, right…well, anyway, this big freaking spider ate the tree I was using before for a lamp so I got this instead. Big dork had it stuck in his crown and was hiding in an underground fortress with it. Got a silver thingy to go along with it, too.