you talk better than you weasel

There is supposed to be some apocalypse of snow headed my way. The end times blizzard. I sleep til noon and then look outside and there is no new snow. I fondle the laptop and check out the usual suspects and see headlines foretelling cold, wet doom. The "white death". The river will freeze, and the wolves will come across. Still, no snow yet. I called my friends in New Town and they said come on down. Supposedly the snow will be gradual. Mother Nature is just playing with us. Perhaps a slow, nerve-wracking end. 22 inches, settling in over hours. Plenty of time for reflecting on your sins, and a cool-headed evaluation of which cabin mate you should eat first.

Meanwhile, this Den Beste character about has me believing that a military effort to dislodge Saddam Hussein won't be the grim horrorshow that I dread. Check out some of his analysis here. Pretty interesting stuff.

And the instapundit man supplies this link, which tells us of various deals Iraq has cut with countries that are now sympathetic to the Hussein crowd keeping power. Eh, well shit, of course you'd barter oil to save your skin, right? It is a worthwhile addition to the "it's all about oil" lens of consideration though, I would say.

Oh and somewhere I came across this article from Time Magazine that will keep you nicely on edge regarding domestic terrorism, homeland security, and all your lovely rolls of duct tape. Despite being one of the most paranoid and fear-driven individuals in all of recorded history, somehow I have dodged this latest wave of anxiety. Not sure why I have been spared. I am usually a little behind the times though. Smallpox is just like chicken pox right? Which I already had.

But I can't get enough Lucky Ducky.

Ahhh I need to shower and get ready for my (hopefully non white knuckle) ride to New Town. I do like these folks, and appreciate their invitation and look forward to seeing them; I just am keenly aware of how dumpy and shifty I am, and very asocial as a result. Sounds fun right? It is. I am. You don't know what you're missing, folks. As for me, I think I will miss the Simpsons' 300th episode tonight as a result of this going out business, but that's OK.

PS - for anyone still sulking about Valentine's Day, Andrew Sullivan's fine cranky broadside vs. romantic love is available here for your consideration and commiseration.

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Taking a little trip today was not a very good idea. It was just barely beginning to snow here when I left. My friends live about 15 miles south of me, so as I drove to see them I was driving towards the winter storm. Most of the trip was on I-95, which was still clear. Once I left the highway, there was some snow on the roads, maybe less than an inch. Things seemed a little slick, but not horrible. By the time I arrived, I realized that I probably should've stayed home. My friends seemd to have come to the same conclusion, so we decided that I should just visit with them for a couple of hours.

I met Bob and Marianne back in the college days. They are my age. They have two kids now, Ellen who is 4, and Charlie who is 2. Ellen is a little chatterbox and probably one of the friendliest and least-shy kids I have ever been around. We all wound up sitting on the floor and talking and playing with Legos. We agreed to get together again soon.

By the time I left, there was quite a bit more snow on the roads. The drive home was pretty tense, but fortunately the roads were largely empty so I was able to just take it nice and slow and easy. I was quite relieved once I finally got home. I'm a baby when it comes to driving on snow and ice, what can I say. And Prius, a fine car in most respects, doesn't strike me as a sure-footed little mountain goat.

It is still snowing and from what I gather will continue to snow throughout the night. I have fantasies of working from home tomorrow, but am not optimistic.

Finally got that haircut the other day, and Marianne said it looks nice.