There's now something like six inches of snow on the ground and we're expected to get another five to eight inches tomorrow. The first casuality, quite obviously, is my content. You see, my brain is so muddled with slush and snow that I can merely refer you to other people's witticisms (see Paul's snow picture) (and Kambri's, too).
The second to fall are the entirety of my weekend plans. I had enough "do you have snow tires?" and "where are your chains?" just going to the deli to get milk and soda. I can't take much more. Frolicking in the city, drinks and a really cool music sale has now been replaced by obsessive viewing of the new Criterion version of "Naked Lunch." Yeah, yeah. You hate it. I happen to love it.
So stay warm. I'll be thawed by Monday.
Posted by mikewolf at December 05, 2003 09:19 PMWow, people are so witty.
Posted by: LadyCrumpet on December 7, 2003 12:00 AMIsn't it funny, I went through 22 years of living in Michigan without ever having chains on my tires. I remember getting "snow tires" when I was a kid, but even that stopped by the time I was 10 or so.
As for Naked Lunch, that movie always makes me think of you. First (and only) time I ever saw it was at my apartment in Mt. P, when we watched it with my short-lived roommate (Was her name Julia? I don't remember for sure, but you thought she was pretty hot).
Posted by: K.Britt on December 7, 2003 11:29 AMUh, KB, they mean chains on my chair. My chair. It's a really unfunny joke that people always think is so original.
I think I thought all of your roomates were hot. Not Melina hot, but hot nonetheless.
Posted by: mrw on December 7, 2003 05:08 PMWhat makes people think jokes like that are 1 funny and 2 you never herd before.
Posted by: Brad on December 8, 2003 09:46 AM