ION, this boy who has been Californianized with mild weather for 11 years, is wanting to whine about driving home in sleet. Alas, I know there are Buffistas out there with worse weather than me.

There is no such thing as inappropriate whinging about driving in sleet. Driving in sleet justifies much whining, and a fair bit of hand-wringing if it comes to that. Be safe, and live to whine another day.

Sleet is God's way of telling idiots that their driving skills are Not All That.

Edit Unfortunately, it often also involves innocents.

I don't think there's a more horrible thing with a prettier name than "wintry mix".

I don't think there's a more horrible thing with a prettier name than "wintry mix".

My vote goes to: La Papillon D'amour.

I don't think there's a more horrible thing with a prettier name than "wintry mix".

I'm voting for chlamydia.

I was gonna say Fox News.

Women prefer the internet over sex

I am seriously going to have to ask how *much* sex I'd be giving up in those two weeks. Because if it's just once, I'd rather keep my wireless.

And how good is the sex we're talking about here?

All very good questions. I mean, exactly how many orgasms am I guaranteed in that two weeks? The interweb satisfies me everytime, not so much with the menfolk.

YOu don't have to pat the Internet and say, "No, really, it was great.

Well, really, why even click on the posting box? I'ma just point and nod.

Okay, random bitching, but for some reason, I am unreasonably annoyed by the DirectTV commercials with Beyoncé. There is something just so... ::shudders:: I can't even really begin to put words to it, but perhaps sleazy is the best one that comes to mind.

And makes me really happy we have Dish Network.

Pointing and nodding with Bev.

The 3 men I live with also shudder when the Beyoncé commercial comes on here, and wish it would repeat. Makes it that much more annoying.

hmog