white stuff
So, OK, it's snowing. Currently. It's also not particularly cold outside, so the 3" of accumulation that I saw on my jaunt outside 20 minutes ago will be a slush fest pretty soon. Dense traffic was creeping along the street outside the office building; lovely giant foofy flakes falling out of the sky. It was beautiful.
Unfortunately I was going to go downtown to get a beer with deprivation for his birthday tonight, and now I'm not so sure I should. I don't mind the snow myself, but WTF was up with that traffic? At 4:00 in the afternoon? Bwuh?
I dunno; I've got a few minutes to sort it out. Of course, if I decide that I don't want to, my first Netflix shipment should be in my mailbox. An old Monty Clift movie THE YOUNG LIONS and the first disk of Venture Brothers Season 3. And I already have NewsRadio at home, which I scored from the library. What to do? What to do?
Unfortunately I was going to go downtown to get a beer with deprivation for his birthday tonight, and now I'm not so sure I should. I don't mind the snow myself, but WTF was up with that traffic? At 4:00 in the afternoon? Bwuh?
I dunno; I've got a few minutes to sort it out. Of course, if I decide that I don't want to, my first Netflix shipment should be in my mailbox. An old Monty Clift movie THE YOUNG LIONS and the first disk of Venture Brothers Season 3. And I already have NewsRadio at home, which I scored from the library. What to do? What to do?