Well, it's that time again - time to break out the shovels and start working on developing those lower back muscles. I cleverly bought some gas for the snowblower yesterday, so I'm betting not much snow will accumulate. Either that, or I'll find that I really should have drained the gas from the snowblower last spring, instead of putting it off indefinitely.
Today's snow isn't going to be a fun snow. It's too cold. No snowballs or snowmen (which go together, when you really think about it). Snow angels, on the other hand, are a possibility. Those of you who have seen Dogma will enjoy the irony there.
Speaking of angels, I saw the Charlie's Angels movie a few weekends ago. I didn't enjoy it as much as I thought I might. From the previews, I had been expecting a lot of slow-motion-3D-frozen-in-time shots, like in The Matrix. I really like that kind of camera shot, even now that I know how it is done. I suppose that overuse of the effect would diminish its appeal.
But back to the original topic. I am no longer enjoying the snow. Personally, I am rooting for global warming. I figure that if it warms up enough, I will have oceanfront property with a fabulous view from my tropical paradise of a house. Sure, the equator will become an uninhabitable barren scorched desert (that is, the parts that aren't inundated by the rising waters), but hey, it's pretty much a hellhole already anyway. Maybe we can pave it and have a 25,000 mile straight race track that nevertheless returns to its starting point. I'd be up for that.
But until that happy time, I will just be hoping that the statistical variation in the climate produces a mild winter. Or at least that my snowblower turns over when we get eighteen inches of the white stuff next week.
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"Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rants."