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Dec. 5th, 2003 09:22 amIt snowed last night here. Wheeee! Which means, of course, that there's fifty feet of snow on the ground and the supermarkets are completely buried and instead of a bus, I'll be pick up by great big sled dogs -- oh, I'm sorry. I believed the meteorologists's hype there for a second.
So, yeah. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, I guess. Have I mentioned how much I hate winter? *glares out the window* Fucking winter wonderland.
And my hatred is probably only half because it's cold and nasty and icky and physically energy-zapping. Okay, sixty-forty. It's also because so many people take any snowfall as a license to go insane and shop as if a nuclear holocaust were being predicted. "Oh, God, it's going to snow?! But ... but ... but I don't own a snowblower! Or toilet paper! Or bread or milk or eggs or other essentials for making french toast!"
And I'm pretty sure I've done this rant already, but I can't help it, since yesterday at work, Captain Asshat's idea of intriguing conversation was to pop his head into my office at regular intervals and yell things like, "They just activated the Emergency Broadcast System for two inches of snow!" followed by what-incredible-rubes-they-have-here laughter. Yeah, laugh it up, dumbass. This is the same guy who argued yesterday when the lady from Ecuador told him he had an accent that he was from Ohio and Ohio is the only place on the planet without an accent. I shit you not, those were his words. He also asked what I meant when I said that I'm from Pennsylvania and *I* have an accent, then answered his own question and said, "Oh, yeah, Pennsylvania Dutch. I forgot." Because of course, everyone in Pennsylvania is Amish. (His words, too. Or close enough.) Then he proceeded to speak in a Canadian accent, just like all us Pennsylvania Dutch. *eye roll* I like to imagine he has to wear earmuffs when he leaves the house to keep his head from whistling when the wind blows.
Anyway, yesterday when I went Christmas shopping, I bought my mom more movies to add to her collection of "Movies I Will Watch Regardless Of Whether Or Not Something Much Better is On." I got her Jaws, An Officer and a Gentleman, and Steel Magnolias. If nothing else, my mom's incredibly easy to shop for.
I think I should shower now. Oh, yes.
So, yeah. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, I guess. Have I mentioned how much I hate winter? *glares out the window* Fucking winter wonderland.
And my hatred is probably only half because it's cold and nasty and icky and physically energy-zapping. Okay, sixty-forty. It's also because so many people take any snowfall as a license to go insane and shop as if a nuclear holocaust were being predicted. "Oh, God, it's going to snow?! But ... but ... but I don't own a snowblower! Or toilet paper! Or bread or milk or eggs or other essentials for making french toast!"
And I'm pretty sure I've done this rant already, but I can't help it, since yesterday at work, Captain Asshat's idea of intriguing conversation was to pop his head into my office at regular intervals and yell things like, "They just activated the Emergency Broadcast System for two inches of snow!" followed by what-incredible-rubes-they-have-here laughter. Yeah, laugh it up, dumbass. This is the same guy who argued yesterday when the lady from Ecuador told him he had an accent that he was from Ohio and Ohio is the only place on the planet without an accent. I shit you not, those were his words. He also asked what I meant when I said that I'm from Pennsylvania and *I* have an accent, then answered his own question and said, "Oh, yeah, Pennsylvania Dutch. I forgot." Because of course, everyone in Pennsylvania is Amish. (His words, too. Or close enough.) Then he proceeded to speak in a Canadian accent, just like all us Pennsylvania Dutch. *eye roll* I like to imagine he has to wear earmuffs when he leaves the house to keep his head from whistling when the wind blows.
Anyway, yesterday when I went Christmas shopping, I bought my mom more movies to add to her collection of "Movies I Will Watch Regardless Of Whether Or Not Something Much Better is On." I got her Jaws, An Officer and a Gentleman, and Steel Magnolias. If nothing else, my mom's incredibly easy to shop for.
I think I should shower now. Oh, yes.
