Further Evidence We Are Sissifying Up Here
Not much time for a post today, my Interior friends, because I'm up to my eyeballs in alligators* here at work, as the saying goes, and we're throwing a party tomorrow night that will require a serious amount of cleaning and reorganization beforehand.
So we can really trash the place. You know?
I was watching some teevee last night and stayed up late enough to watch the local weather forecast. This being Podunkville, with (your newspaper) and teevee stations you expect poor production values and annoying 20-something year-old sports reporters with these jarringly affected 'sports news' delivery styles and those funny short haircuts with every hair coated individually with 'sculpting' product. But you expect that the weather is a gimme, how possibly could they make weather annoying?
Well for one thing, two different stations can promise that COLD winter is coming before a commercial break and then come back and tell you that it might get down to minus twenty the next few days.
To which I ask, where are they getting these people? And for the ones who have been here a while, what the Hell? Minus 20 is perfectably expectable for this time of year. If the Weather God/desses would just give us some snow, all would be well out in Cabindwelling Land. One can ski at negative twenty, one can grill (with a little effort, granted), one can drink beer outside by the fire.
(The latter being what I'm planning on tomorrow night.)
*Phrase courtesy of Lana Creer Harris, Jack Mormon storyteller extraordinaire.