The predicted cold weather came in this morning. Buckshot snow and big winds and ice on the streets and slippin' and slidin'. Could have been worse (a New York City type blizzard) but generally miserable, and the mess is due to last for several more days. Not as bad as what the Wermacht went through in front of Moscow in 41-42, but in a couple of weeks March will get here and maybe spring will start emerging, and someday April will arrive.
NewsMax says that the liberals are just waiting for the rich old guy Cheney shot to die. And now the story is that Dick and his entourage had been drinking before the hunt. I don't remember a big press campaign to find out what had really been going on at Greg Normann's place when Clinton fell downstairs and bunged up his leg.
On General Hospital everyone is down with a deadly flu they all got from Luke's chimp. And Tracy has promised God she will become Good and not be a snake anymore. Luke doesn't think she can pull it off.
The Olympics are beginning to heat up. Lots of stuff to watch in the next week. The hot Russian kid is due to skate in a little while. Must watch this one.
This is going to be all for right now. The wind is moaning outside and I have to go to work at 2 a.m. My many fans are demanding that I blog more frequently, but, fans, I have not been Inspired by my muse this week. I know she will appear from her mist when the weather gets more pleasant. Di di mau!
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