It started snowing at 4pm Friday and did not stop snowing till maybe about 6ish tonight. That is a whole lotta snow people. (I am not using contractions because for some reason the apostophe key brings up the "Find" bar on Firefox. The quotes, however, work fine. I will investigate later.) Anyway, there is about 20 inches on the ground (class did not get cancelled, sigh). Here are some photos!


Around the corner from my place. I like the DVDs for eyes.



Boy am I glad I don't have a car anymore.



Bascom Hill



This thing is about 6 feet tall. Extremely impressive! I wish you could see the detail- it's very well-done.


There are more photos at my Flickr site.

Holy crap, yall, it's a freaking blizzard! I just attempted to get to my friend's house for a party despite the fact that the snow is already above my ankles and still falling fast. No matter! I'm intrepid! So I strapped on my hikers, bundled up and headed for the bus. However, after tramping through the snow, flailing wildly at a bus to get it to wait for me, climbing on said bus only to realize it's the wrong bus and shamefacedly shuffling off at the next stop, I decided that perhaps this party was not meant to be for me tonight and headed home.

Remember that scene in Laura Ingall Wilder's The Long Winter, where she and some of her schoolmates are lost in the blizzard, trying to make it home with snow whirling around them, worried that they might not survive the night? That's how I felt as I plodded up the hills back to my apartment, except I didn't think I was going to die and I had a bottle of wine and nachos waiting for me instead of, like, journeybread and hash. As an added bonus, some guys catcalled me as I waited to cross the street (as I'm sure I was looking super-hot in my giant red puffy coat and hat pulled down over my forehead) and ten yards later they were pushing their car up a snow-covered hill. Eat karma, suckas!

I'm actually not terribly upset about this meterological downturn after last week's 40-degree, one-pair-of-pants weather, because it's kind of fun to see Wisconsin freak out about snow. As long as the cold doesn't last as long as before, because I was really starting to lose it.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

I think I can burn my red winter coat with the power of my mind. The offering will summon the gods of Spring.

WWTL: Redrum

This is devious weather. You wake up in the morning, look out your window at the bright sunlight glinting off the snow, the blue sky inviting you to come outside and you think, "Wow, what a lovely day! I can't wait to go out!" Knowing it's still going to be chilly, you put on your long underwear, your wool socks, your jeans, your long-sleeved t-shirt, your sweater, your puffy coat, your scarf, your hat and your gloves. You zip, button and snap your coat closed, pulling your hood over your hat and snapping it together over your nose and mouth. Thinking yourself sufficiently dressed for a nice, sunny winter's day, you step outside.

And then immediately you wish for death, because the innocently shining sun was hiding a cruel truth: that it is actually NEGATIVE ONE THOUSAND DEGREES OUTSIDE. Have you ever felt the snot inside your nose freeze? IT IS NOT COMFORTABLE. No matter how tightly you secure your coat, the wind finds a way to get in through the seams and stab you repeatedly. Your fauxPod seems to enjoy torturing you by playing a series of warm-weather songs ("Sky Blue" by Peter Gabriel, Gershwin's "Summertime" sung by Peter Gabriel, "Exposure" by Peter Gabriel, anything by Rusted Root). You try not to cry as you wait for the bus, and then when you make it to your nice, warm office you make another critical mistake: you check the forecast. And you wish you were dead again, because the high temperature for the next several days is NO DEGREES AT ALL. There's a Special Weather Advisory for the windchill, which is expected to reach THIRTY BELOW. We are in NEGATIVE DOUBLE DIGITS. When WISCONSIN is like, "Holy shit, guys, it's effing freezing!" you know that WE ARE IN THE END TIMES.

FOR REAL, PEOPLE. IT IS -24 DEGREES OUTSIDE AND I JUST WALKED HOME FROM WORK IN IT.

Oh god, this is what evil feels like.

Temperature: -10, -24 with windchill
WWTL: RED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!