Ya know what I hate?
I hate when people predict that we're gonna get 4-7 inches of snow and all we get is a lousy inch or so. This is the way it always happens. They predict three feet, we get three inches. Predict three inches? Rain. And forget about flurries, that's usually the hottest day of the year.
And I always get fooled. They revised it down to 2-3 before I went to sleep and I thought to myself "Well at least we get THAT much." But no. One inch. If that. What a tease!
I want to sled and make snowmen in the meadow! I want to frolic in the fields and make snow angels with my sweetheart! I want to pelt Alex with snowballs!
Clearly I have strong feelings about precipitation.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Rip-Off!
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You and me both Geoff. Portland treats the snow like a semi-celebrity. If a semi-celebrity comes to town, Portland shoves the Microphone of Moronic Questions and Behavior (kind of like The Lasso of Truth) in their face and scares them away forever.
The news talks about the possibility of snow as if the snow is just DYING to make an appearance, then the snow will peer out into the audience from behind the curtain and say: "Fuck that craziness" and sneak out the back.
Think of snow as being the dead voice-over "Desparate Housewife" actress who promised to go on one of Portland's local talk shows, but who will never, ever come back.
I know I already spouted this on the Princess Pony blog...I just like snow...and being miss clever clogs with my comments.
You can kill me at any time.
-Jordi
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