Your town has the most legendary wind chill south of the Arctic Circle. Bar none. It attacks your nervous system receptors like tiny, bloodthirsty bats.
My dad used to complain about the times he worked in the Article Circle and how cold it got. After last winter, I told him I had him beat. It wasn't colder anywhere else on Earth.
Hasn't been too bad here in Philly this year - but last year sucked balls. Snow coming tonight, looks like we're not likely to get the massive snow, maybe 8-12" here tonight and tomorrow. I'll tell you what, more than 6" of snow fucks a city up. It gets very difficult to find places to put the snow when you plow it, so it sits in these giant piles that don't melt til around June.
Youth wrestling is a really good sport, except there's two kinds of parents that I wish were banished from gyms forever- Howling Mom and Ref Dad. There's at least one at every tournament. I started wrestling in third grade and had to "volunteer" as a ref at youth tournaments in high school so I saw Most wrestling moms are the type that show up and are all nice and social, but when their little Timmy is up on the mat they just watch it through their hands over their face or latch onto whoever is next to them in a silent cringe (at least my mom did) and cheer after the match. Howling Mom on the other hand literally sounds like a fucking howler monkey the whole time, just drowning out every other person in attendance. HALF HIM TIMMY HAAALF!! Then if the kid gets pinned they do an imitation of the Wicked Witch of the West dying. Ref Dad is the guy that, no matter what, obviously knows more than the actual referee of the match and assumes we are staring at the wall the entire time. Even if their elementary aged kid is already winning the match, every single point or escape/takedown becomes a life or death issue and is worth having a shouting match over. Thankfully the organizers could recognize the Ref Dads quickly and would usually ask them to tone it down or leave. Of course these parents still exist and annoy everyone else when their kids reach high school, but it seems a magnitude more ridiculous when their kid isn't even in junior high. It gets cold enough for me here. Fuck that. This winter has been really nice. I've started a routine of driving out onto the lakes to eat my lunch, for the hell of it.
Brrrrrr Man, all you guys complaining about rough weather, I feel you, dawg. They've issued a wind advisory here and it may only get up to 51* F today.
Whoever writes those must be on the verge of toe-triggering a shotgun into the roof of their mouth. WOW. Those are worse than terrible.
And whoever wrote those terrible, not even so bad they're funny tweets, is getting national attention. I'm thinking that person is feeling like thats a win
It's a warm 63 today. Color me happy...for a moment I thought it'd still be in the 50s and I'd have to wear tights today. Whew! I have an interview this afternoon. They're like first dates: there's always a bit of dread and "but I don't wanna" leading up to it. I had big plans this morning to distract myself, but we have a leak issue. I spent the morning sitting around for contractors to come over and wishing the damn interview could just be over already.
Re: Nice Tux My daughter fits that mould. She's like a Malamute with cabin fever when she gets to play in the snow, me not so much. On the topic of my daughter whoever invented "Baby Alive" should have their face burned off with white phosphorus. What sick fuck thinks up something like this?
Re: Nice Tux Well, obviously not Clint Eastwood. Also, speaking of American Sniper, not only does it have the biggest grossing January weekend ever, it has the third biggest grossing January weekend ever. With its second weekend.
I have a friend that I have been bothering for over a decade with various aggressive companies by signing him up for them has apparently signed me up for several things at a boat show. Suggestions for retribution?
Re: Nice Tux The very name "Baby Alive" has always struck me as an odd robotic name for a humanoid like play thing for children. Give her a bag-o-glass, it's what she really wants anyway AND sharp pieces of glass have more realistic human characteristics than Baby Alive.
This looks like a good place to start. Fake craigslist ads are always fun. Make sure to advertise whatever product he's selling for an extremely discounted rate obo, and include his cell and personal email. Of course, if you really wanted to be a dick you'd create profiles for him on online dating sites, cultivate some potential stalkers, then give the lovely ladies his number for a meet up.