That's what a friend of mine calls it, because as soon as those huge berms of gray snow on the sidewalks melt, all the dog shit and trash that's been frozen under them for weeks becomes all too visible and all too thawed ( Read more... )

Or at least it will be. Weatherman Tom Skilling called what's coming "An Edmund Fitzgerald storm." Greeaat. Well, actually, it's good writing weather ( Read more... )

A virtual Dune Buggy! Awesome! Thank you, celandineb! <3 ( Read more... )

Not SUPERspoilery (cause the ep is not even over where I'm at) but I'll cut just in case.

( AHAHAH CREEPY )

I'd be a lot more sanguine about SPN getting moved back three hours in my market for the big baseball game if the Cubs hadn't gotten humiliated quite so thoroughly.

So if next season is "back to basics," may I suggest an episode in which the Winchesters confront The Billy Goat Curse?

ETA: just hit Wikipedia....Tom Skilling's middle name is ( Read more... )

....a TORNADO WATCH?

What's making me happy today ( Read more... )

...going grocery shopping and getting to enjoy the spectacular freaky storm clouds creeping up on the city while waiting for the bus on the way home, feeling that charged wind in my hair as I tote my kill, watching the sunset-ish gold light playing on the leaves spiralling around in the wind and the eerie purple-and-teal-and-olive-green clouds that ( Read more... )

Attention: Summer.

GET. THE. FUCK. OUT.90F tomorrow? NOT acceptable ( Read more... )

That last storm just blew my window in. Not breaking it - popped it right out of the frame, with sheets of rain pouring in! Fortunately, Phil, the handyman downstairs neighbor was in - what a sweetheart. Put a screw on it so that won't happen again. I owe him a cake!

*looks up at sky* Oh boy, another one!

Ran into divinetailor downtown earlier - turned on ( Read more... )