Okay, Canada, enough with the cold fronts already. I got in my car this morning and discovered, of course, that I needed to get gas. I could only manage to pump about $10 worth before my pants started to hurt. Who knew that pants could hurt? Apparently that happens somewhere around -15 wind chill.
Knoxville is now covered by a half-inch film of frozen snow. I don't remember seeing anything like it in Maryland, where I grew up. The little bit of snow that remains has hardened into a single, massive, brittle sheet of let's-make-Darren-fall-on-his-ass-then-laugh ice. If you're from the north and are rolling your eyes at the moment, let me tell you something: I moved south ten years ago because I'm smart enough to know that being this cold sucks.
By the way, I think I've unmasked Old Man Winter. I knew he was a Canadian.
Further proof that the Internet is indescribably bizarre: My 2002 Year in Film comments are posted right next to Wim Wenders's.
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