When you talk about Wooster weather with Ex-Wooster people, this is what happens.

crazigriffen: good luck
crazigriffen: be safe
bzarcher: *sighs* Oh, well. If I die now, I bet people'll give me a plaque or something.
crazigriffen: lol
crazigriffen: good plan
bzarcher: I like it.
bzarcher: Just have to make sure it's as spectacular as possible.
crazigriffen: I'll do what I can
bzarcher: 'Killed by slipping on ice, yet managed to save 2 babies and a car full of grandmothers while fighting nazis and those damned apes from the remake of Planet of the apes, during a THUNDERSNOW! storm.'
crazigriffen: rofl
bzarcher: Those damn, dirty apes.
crazigriffen: lol

U. Akron, all the local schools, and even some of the local buisnesses are closed. But not Wooster. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, no.

I'm so gonna die.

Pikachupacabra.

Somone make me an icon of that. Seriously.

Past that, I have to laugh when I see girls walking outside and complaining about how cold it is...while wearing open coats, no scarves or gloves, short skirts, and fairly lightweight looking tops.

Some people really do earn their own suffering.

I want a massage, dammit.

BUGGER!

Kate? That wasn't Lisa. It was work asking me to go in and solve problems. *grumble*

Oh, well.

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"Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,
Bring me pine logs hither:
Thou and I will see him dine,
When we bear them thither."

"Sire, the night is darker now,
And the wind blows stronger;
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer."

"Mark my footsteps, my good page;
Tread thou in them boldly;
Though shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."

Oh. And I fixed the broken thing.