I think it is raining out. Or maybe snrain. Can't quite tell, because the trees are shedding too. But there's snow on my car that I'd prefer not get waterlogged cause that's a bitch to broom off. I guess I'll wait to deal with it.
Lorne: Snakes? Uh-huh. And they came out of your what? Okay. Okay, well, did they get up there themselves or is this part of a, you know, a thing? No, I'm not judging...Do we fight snakes? Angel: Only if they're giant. Or demons. Or giant demons. Are they giant demon snakes? Lorne: Well, unless this guy's 30 feet tall, I'm thinking they're of the garden variety.
'Lineage'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
sarameg - Feb 14, 2007 5:05:11 am PST #759 of 10001
Connie Neil - Feb 14, 2007 5:05:13 am PST #760 of 10001
brillig
Maybe after you fight off a pack of attacking wolves and then use one of the dead wolves' skull to kill the attacking bear... only to discover that the bear's claws have punctured your walrus-skin kayak....
Any commute that involves bears is an automatic day off.
sarameg - Feb 14, 2007 5:11:14 am PST #761 of 10001
OK, bored now. This is why I hate weather days.
Cashmere - Feb 14, 2007 5:22:44 am PST #762 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
I just had such a horrible day at work yesterday that no breaking even pushed me over the edge.
Allyson, the whole process can suck the life out of you, even if you had a good day at work. I'd suggest talking to a tax professional regarding future deductions so you can get the most out of your writing income. I hope you get some good residual checks.
The snowpocalypse has come to NYC. It's...somethinging out there. Not quite snow, not quite freezing rain. It's like itsy bitsy hail.
Ours has stopped, finally. Time for the plunging temperatures! Wheeeee. Or, possibly, feh.
flea - Feb 14, 2007 5:23:46 am PST #763 of 10001
information libertarian
sara is so demanding!
We have rain, and tiredness, and why do I not have chocolate at my desk? Must remedy.
Nutty - Feb 14, 2007 5:25:27 am PST #764 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
I got hit with tiny stinging missiles of ice, cleverly disguised as snow. They're... quite painful, when they hit one on the ear in 30 mph winds.
But for all that, no reason to emergency-ize about the snow. It's soupy, but not unmanageable.
sarameg - Feb 14, 2007 5:27:11 am PST #765 of 10001
Time for the plunging temperatures! Wheeeee. Or, possibly, feh.
Crap, that's right. Hopefully they get the roads cleaned up today.
I think I'll eat some cheesy rice, take a nap and maybe after that I'll walk over the mall and get some not-icky bread at Giant. And maybe a chicken to roast. I dunno. Maybe hit the Marshalls too.
Jesse - Feb 14, 2007 5:27:17 am PST #766 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
When I went outside, I realized it wasn't nearly as bad as the TV people were making out, but then I realized that was because they had been standing outside for hours, and I only had to walk through it for ten minutes.
Jessica - Feb 14, 2007 5:33:43 am PST #767 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
The sidewalks near GCT are *wretched*. The fancy expensive brick mosaic sidewalks that look pretty in the spring are slippery death traps in this snowice crap -- people were basically cross-country skiing.
tommyrot - Feb 14, 2007 5:37:25 am PST #768 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Wait - who said this hibernation thing isn't for humans?