It all, in the end, comes down to the ass-truck. We remember the ass-truck and how I was t-boned in said truck LAST winter? Yes? Okay. Since my car is slowly dissolving into Acura shaped bits around me (I hear it whispering, late at night, "Oh god, just let me die," sometimes), I drove the ass-truck home Weds. night, pre-blizzard. That left my ( Read more... )

Throughout all of October and November, I wished and wished and hoped and hoped and prayed and prayed for snow. Did it snow? A few times. Enough for them to close the campus? Never. Not even close. Not until last Saturday.

( It's beginning to look a lot like . . . a rant about the weather, baked goods, and the obligatory, random sports news. )

Hey! We made it on the front page of Yahoo! :D

let it snow . . .

I'm SO snowed in right now, NOT KIDDING ( Read more... )

It's blizzarding out.

Stephen King, Storm of the Century style. I mean this is the kind of howling in the eaves wind that gives you nightmares.

Really.

I can only hope that it keeps it up through tomorrow night and I get a last minute reprieve from lecturing on medieval cathedrals and giving midterm re-takes.

( People are strange when you're a stranger, or ghosts from academia past )