On Thursday, I went to the ( Affordable Art Fair )

So this morning I woke up, looked outside, saw it was snowing, said "Screw this," and got back into bed for two hours. Cause- seriously. What the hell? MARCH. IT'S MARCH ( Read more... )

That was not a snowpocalypse. It was not a snowmageddon, or even a snow storm. It was barely a flurry. It was, like, a few hours of some flaking, which is not in any way problematic or impeding anyone driving or anything, which completely makes my trip last night to get groceries feel worthless ( Read more... )

Today I spent four hours sitting on a train, listening to the girls (late teens/early twenties, I think?) dissecting their friendship in mind-numbing detail in the seat directly in front of me, and watching the snow blow by and thinking.

Snow has become, to me, just the latest of story devices I happen to experience. Snow is the threat in Blizzard ( Read more... )

It's snowing.

Also I am making holiday cards, which fills me with an unhealthy level of joy.

But mostly, it's snowing.

I always know it's really autumn when I break out my camo-print Superman shirt.

I love this season.

Now I can be super and invisible!

You know, considering my issues with fish frequently keep me from going into seafood restaurants, it's kind of amazing how much I can handle on Survivor ( Read more... )

There is something kind of surreal about watching Survivor when it's snowing out.

Wow.

It's snowing a lot, you guys.

No, seriously. A lot.

Noah's going to have to build an ark a ski lodge ( Read more... )