She says, "As actors, we seek roles that challenge and inspire us."

"...in high-profile Hollywood films."

It was wintry mixing when I came in, but it's stopped entirely now. The ground is covered in the worst kind of sludgy wet mush -- it had better ALL melt and run off before it gets cold again.

So there are people that like winter, huh.

I think it's a mental illness, sarameg.

I can't quite figure out if I have to shovel. I live in a house with two apartments, and we both exit through the front porch, which this summer, the downstairs tenant said was hers ( I really don't care). Our landlord takes care of shoveling "common areas", but they don't seem to consistantly shovel the porch.

Personally, I think it is common, since two people use it, but....

One reason to like winter is that I can get work-at-home days. Like today!

More seriously, though, since winter is inevitable where I live, coming to terms with it seems like a good idea. Also, years ago I came to the realization that I hated being cold, not winter itself. So now I dress like unto an Inuit, and my bitterness is much less about the whole season.

I think it's a mental illness, sarameg.

I can live with that.

Also, years ago I came to the realization that I hated being cold, not winter itself. So now I dress like unto an Inuit, and my bitterness is much less about the whole season.

See, I hate being cold, dressing like an Inuit, being exposed to cold against my will, itchy skin that comes with cold dry air and forced heat, the bleakness of the landscape, lack of thunderstorms.... I come full force into my bitterness.

So now I dress like unto an Inuit

OH, made me remember. I must stop wearing sweaters on weekdays. It is too damn hot on the subway AND in my office. I can just suffer a little bit of cold and wear one less layer.

Sophia if she's claiming it as hers, I'd let her shovel.

My upstairs neighbors never shovel. However, being flanked on both sides by guys means they often shovel my part of the sidewalk for me.

I hated winter in Montreal too, and I only shovelled once in 6 years. It's a thing.

There is egg shell in my McMuffin!

Avoiding food with eggs all whole and stuff like that isn't a guarantee to avoiding eggshells. But it's a good faith start.

Still awake, Jesse. Half hour Lush soak. Took a bit of the edge off. Four hours to go until checkin.

See, I hate being cold, dressing like an Inuit, being exposed to cold against my will, itchy skin that comes with cold dry air and forced heat, the bleakness of the landscape, lack of thunderstorms.... I come full force into my bitterness.

Add feeling trapped inside by snow and cold and sarameg is me. I just wish humans could hibernate.

why don't you winter haters move somewhere less wintery? ijs.