Hm. NYC schools are still on, no early dismissal announced. Literally every school district north of us announced either a closing or an early dismissal late yesterday, but Bloomberg has apparently decided he's had enough of being prepared and is going back to his 2010-style of just winging it and hoping everything works out.
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
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.
I seriously cannot believe you guys are not closed.
We're trying to figure out here if we should cancel the concert or not...and it's still three days away. But the band will be coming in from higher elevation and the audience will be coming from a different higher elevation. It's possible we'll have nothing and they'll have 7 inches.
Drive to work wasn't too bad. I did hit a patch of ice on a slow, tight corner, which caused me to slide until I hit a patch of frozen slush. I was probably going 5 mph so no big deal.
Everyone else was cutting inside the corner. I followed the lines and hit the ice.
I had a dream where elevators on a college campus worked like normal elevators, but for 30 cents (there was a coin pay slot IN the elevator like a candy machine) they would TRANSPORT YOU TO OTHER BUILDINGS!
I would totally pay 30 cents for that.
for 30 cents (there was a coin pay slot IN the elevator like a candy machine) they would TRANSPORT YOU TO OTHER BUILDINGS!
Just like Wonka!
It's the Friday of my first full week of full-time work in years. I'm proud of me. And also glad it's Friday.
Last night I dreamed I went to visit Jesse in her illegally converted loft in Bushwick. You had to walk through to the back this shady-looking bodega to get in, and this scary shopkeeper would glare at you and you had to convince him that you knew Jesse.
With 30 cents you could have bypassed that guy.
The 30 cents was a problem in my dream because I had a lot of quarters, but no nickles and only one dime. There was no consideration for making change.
Last night I dreamed I went to visit Jesse in her illegally converted loft in Bushwick. You had to walk through to the back this shady-looking bodega to get in, and this scary shopkeeper would glare at you and you had to convince him that you knew Jesse.
Ha! That sounds awesome.
OK, I need to go see about a mani-pedi before the weather gets bad. I figure it's doing a favor for the salon employees if they are there anyway, right?