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… and commence freaking out.
By briantologist | November 30, 2006
According to the radio, today’s the day the shit jumps off, climatologically speaking. This morning’s rain turns to freezing rain, which turns to snow, which piles up to around 8 inches by tomorrow, so the worst-case scenario goes.
I feel exactly, exactly like I used to in school when somebody would remind me there was a test that day that I’d completely forgotten about. Notable in particular is the absolute certainty that every other person in school/town not only knew for months about this test, but has spent that entire time preparing for it, and is so universally unfazed by the idea as to be nearly comatose with relaxation.
I guess I oughta buy some boots. And wear long pants to work today.
Topics: Baffled Mutterings, Chicago | 11 Comments »
November 30th, 2006 at 7:49 am
Nothing unusual for Chi-town I would imagine.
What’s really bizarre is this.
November 30th, 2006 at 7:51 am
I tested that link above and it doesn’t appear to work for me. Brian, you broke the internets.
Here’s the link in ugly form:
http://www.srh.noaa.gov/forecast/MapClick.php?MapType=3&site=oun&CiTemplate=1&map.x=298&map.y=66
November 30th, 2006 at 9:56 am
as opposed to the shortpants you usually wear to work on a daily basis?
November 30th, 2006 at 12:19 pm
Um, they’re called culottes.
December 1st, 2006 at 2:10 am
SWEET! This is one of my favorite days of the year in Duluth. The day when the weather changes from icy rain to good ol’ snow. Snow I can deal with. And it’s tremendously beautiful. But ice? Ugh. I’ve been getting into my car from the passenger side for two days because the driver’s side lock is frozen shut. Screw ice.
Snow is fluffy and wonderful. You’ll love it. Until spring when it all turns into black crusty mounds and you just want to wear your culottes again.
December 2nd, 2006 at 12:34 pm
We got seriously snowdified here, too.
December 4th, 2006 at 10:34 am
I love the fact that you referenced Wilson’s. That’s awesome.
And the snow? Yeah. SUcked. Knee-high drifts in some places, and that’s about 18″, I think. Great to look at, shit to drive in. I need new wiper blades now, mine are officially trash-ed. AND! I had to drive TO WORK. AT 8 P.M. IN THE BLIZZARD. Because my company doesn’t believe in closing for a BLIZZARD. Thanks, work.
December 4th, 2006 at 10:58 pm
Yeah, work can generally eat ass, as far as I’m concerned. Hear that, work? Yeh! HYEEEEEEEEH!!!! Yeeeeh! Yeh. Yeh.
December 5th, 2006 at 7:49 pm
how did you decide between that and
‘you need no fork (or spork in your case) to eat our pork’?
i know, brookside.
mmmm, margaritas at xmas. cheers.
December 6th, 2006 at 9:44 am
Oh no, not Brookside — that particular bon mot comes from Wilson’s, which is right behind (in front of, since they rebuilt the place) Booker T. Washington High School, The Pride of the Great Southwest. It’s right next door to the Dash Inn, the convenience store that sold individual cigarettes to every minor with a dime to spare.
December 6th, 2006 at 7:45 pm
What’s that sister store on brookside, though? Just south of 41st on the West side? It’s eerily similar to Wilson’s except with the pork/fork slogan instead of beef/teef.