And in the event that you do adapt …
So it totally figures that the coldest night of the year would be the night that the motor on our furnace heater-thingie would go kaput.
Maintenance Guru Guy won’t be able to get another one til tomorrow, so until then, we’ll be keeping warm with beer, blankets and … um, beer.
And mebbe a snuggle.
Temperature is 62 degrees, down three degrees from dinnertime and 13 degrees from yesterday, but we’ll see what it looks like when morning comes.
Woo hoo! Weather-induced drama is my favorite kind.
This post brought to you by: If Winter Ends from the album “Letting Off The Happiness” by Bright Eyes.
Eclectic much?
Checked out of the library today:
- Legally Blonde [the book by Amanda Brown]
- The Easy Hour [Leslie Stella]
- PHP for the World Wide Web
- The Hipster Handbook [I couldn’t help it]
- Webmaster in a Nutshell
- Monster of God [David Quammen]
- Discover magazine [June 2003]
- Macworld magazine [February 2004]
And you can see my reading list [well, books I’ve mentioned lately] at All Consuming. It’s not comprehensive, of course, but it’s kind of cool.
Who, me? Condescending? Never.
Sun columnist Kevin Cowherd, on Baltimore’s much-derided snow-wussiness fading after these last two winters:
Now we’re the ones who get to look down on Charlotte, N.C., and Atlanta and all those other towns where they’re completely unable to deal with a little snow.
Now we’re the ones who can watch news footage of traffic crawling on the Capital Beltway and shake our heads and mutter: “What is wrong with those people?! A couple inches of snow and they flip out!”
Now it’s our turn to act smug and superior about any place where the local newscast leads off with a five-minute report about the fleet of salt trucks ready to hit the roads as soon as the first flakes drift from the sky.
Boy, it sure feels good.
We should trot out this condescending attitude more often.
Damn right you should! Nothing lifts my spirits like making fun of others.
Newsflash.
From Fox Baltimore news station:
“This is traditionally the coldest part of the year,” said weather service meteorologist Andy Woodcock.
No shit, Sherlock. Another good reason for not watching television anymore.
P.S. Baltimore, for chrissakes, it’s just snow. You can still drive in it, walk in it, and get around in it. Other cities are laughing at you for being such a weenie … five inches, no matter what anybody tells you, is nothing to get excited about.
Spike heels and cigarettes: A sketch
During a random instant-message conversation, it was decided that I’m changing my name to Marta Betskova, moving to the Ukraine, and starting up a new crime cartel [emphasis on cocaine and arms dealing]. My new partner, the platinum-blonde ice queen Amaru, will join me at our Scandinavian bat-cave to plan the particulars of our quest for world domination.
There will, of course, be poison stilettos, motorbikes, and mutated monster snow kittens.
At any rate, I decided the concept needed to be illustrated, and as such have done so. Unfortunately, I can’t draw guns, heavy machinery, helicopters, the Pyrenees, explosions or anonymous henchman, so it’s basically just a fashion sketch. But there you have it.
Afterthought: Under advice from Todd, I think I’ll develop a comic book for them. What should I call it?
Like New Coke with 8 percent alcohol by volume
A question posed earlier this evening to Matt, who was only one sheet to the wind: “Say you have a bottle of Grand Spumante. Half a bottle. And said bottle has been chilling in the refrigerator for 15 months. Is it still OK to drink? Will I die of fermentation?”
The happy answer, my friends, is no. At least, not yet.
Is Bobby really your friend?
Damn, dude, who knew? I thought Friendster died. Guess not.
I opine that some people who maintain painfully witty Friendster profiles and elaborate friend networks should just blog instead.
And then, of course, inform me about it.
Hmm. And, best as I can tell from Virginia, all the cool kids are doing Orkut, anyway.
Mayhaps it’s not just me.
While reading yet another book about human origins, evolution and the irrepressible Darwin, I found this:
Each of us finds a comfortable position somewhere along the continuum that ranges from complete withdrawal and self-absorption at one end to full civic engagement and reciprocity at the other. The position is never fixed. We fret, vacillate, and steer our lives through the riptide of countervailing instincts that press from both ends of the continuum. The uncertainty is not a curse. It is not a confusion on the road out of Eden. It is just the human condition.
— E.O. Wilson, author of The Future of Life.
A simple thought. But it certainly put into words the push-pull I’m feeling.
Urk!
The images in the title bar above are random. If you’re very bored, you can refresh the page a few times to see other images. The drawings are by Iain. The drunk trucker guy is clip art.
Patience is a virtue
I’m just here to regulate funkiness.
In the process of switching Supafine to a new design. This may make things funky for a few minutes, so if you need your fix and things look weird, come back in 10, OK?
Update: Things seem to be mostly in place. Let me know if anything is acting funny.
Just thought it was time for a change.
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