two words sum it up best: thank you

hum the theme from "Jaws" while reading


This image says is all, really. The red stuff is a fuck of a lot of snow. Note how it is closing in on Oneonta and resembles the jaws of some toothy beast. The ETA is 4 or 5 p.m. Further updates if anyone cares.

I, for one, am thrilled. I *love* snowstorms. No, really. It'd be even better if we had a fireplace but I'll light a candle or something. We're stocked up on TP and milk. Tonight we have nowhere to go. Could not be better conditions, frankly, and the fresh snow will cover up the ugly, grimey snow that is still on the ground.

In other news, I am starting to think that I shouldn't be allowed in my kitchen ever. In addition to the Great Thumb Hacking of '02, where I took off the tip of my left thumb with a v-slicer, and the Great Polenta Burn of 1998, where I accidentally flung a hunk of napalm like cornmeal onto my bare thigh (It was summer. I was wearing shorts. Pervs.), we can now add the Great Potato Debacle of '05. In a fit of characteristic stupidity, I managed to pour a quart's worth of boiling water onto the tops of my feet, resulting in some nice blisters. Why did I do this? Two reasons: 1) I didn't want to dirty a colander when all I had to do was pour the water off of some cooked potatoes and 2) I was thinking about something else and not really paying careful attention. My bad, totally. Which makes it even stupider because I have no one to pin the blame on but me. I hate not having a scapegoat, dang it.

You'll be happy to know, however, that the resulting pot of mashed spuds was quite yummy. So, there is that.


You can use me as a scapegoat.

And that weather map makes it look like you're about to get gobbled up by Pac-Man.


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