Arctic.
Well here I am again, hanging out in the library. This time I'm waiting for Aaron to get off work so we can hang out.
Rosie was nice enough to drive us over to Circa after class so we wouldn't have to walk all the way from Manoogian. It ended up taking the same amount of time as if we had walked, but at least we were out of the cold for a few minutes.
While we're on the subject, I'd like to write a letter to Nature. Take this down:
Dear Nature,
I'd like to start by saying that I'm a huge fan of yours. Grass was a good invention, especially for lying on in the spring and summer. Breeze is fantastic, and the cool crispness of autumn was a great idea. And trees? Wow. Don't even get me started. I'm writing you today to ask you something I've been wondering for a while now. WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THIS WEATHER? It's f*cking 300 degrees below 0 out there! If it were just one day, I could understand, but it's been like this for a week! I don't think you realize how hard it is to get anywhere in this weather. It takes forever! I have to go out and start the car, let it warm up, then I have to drive very carefully to avoid slipping on the roads like a seal on an ice flow, all the while coming and going from the car and almost turning into a popsicle! I'd like to plead with you to stop this madness. I know it's winter, but come on! Can we PLEASE stay in the positive temperature range? I don't care if it's 8 degrees out there, it's better than -320! I'd appreciate some sort of action taken to correct this matter. If no action has been taken by you at the end of this week, I will have no choice but to contact my attorney. Your swift reply is appreciated.
Cordially yours,
Michael Valentine
I thought our warm and cozy salvation lay minutes away when we got to Circa, but sadly the bar was cold and wet inside. But Rosie and I huddled in a booth with Vince and Aaron Petcoff and had lunch and talked about the nature of language, homosexuality, racism, class, gender, and the school system. I always enjoy having conversations with Aaron Petcoff, even if I don't always have much to say. He's very interesting to listen to.
So, this is how cold it was the other day. I got up and got ready for work on Sunday, and I needed to be there by 10:30. So I get in the car at 10 and start it up and put it in gear, and I find to my horror that I'm FROZEN TO THE ROAD! We sort of live on the side of a very subtle incline, and all the neighborhoods rain and snow runoff ends up in the street right in front of our house. Well overnight, all that water had frozen solid around my tires and cemented me to the cement! I went back in and got Terry who came out to help push my car while I revved it trying to bust it loose. Neither of us could get solid footing to push or rock the car since we were standing on a slab of ice. I tried cat litter under the tires, and soon mom was out helping too. We were taking turns laying on the gas, pushing, and chiseling the ice away with a shovel. After about 25 minutes of this, mom and Terry went in to get a hammer and chisel. At this point, the frustration and the cold sent me into a blinding rage, so I got in the car and starting furiously alternating between reverse and first gear, rocking the car back and forth. Let me tell you, there is nothing quite like the feeling of relief when your car pulls out of the ruts in the road and onto the street. I am so sick of this damn weather.
And now, your lolcat of the day:
