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And now, the weather
Jan. 29th, 2005 03:00 pmMortal world turned to ice,
here be goblin paradise.
Yes, it's icy out. Somewhat. Sort of. A minor danger to the rest of the world, a calamity in South Carolina, as hordes of cerebrally-stunted rednecks are convinced, once again that Fimbulwinter has descended upon them. Not that the vast majority of those aforementioned waterheads know what Fimbulwinter is, but I digress. Even now, scores, nay hundreds of people in the state's capital are scrambling to grocery stores to stock up on water, milk, bread, and diapers. Even people without babies are buying diapers. Yes, they think the winter ice will last that long.
It happens every year. A bit of ice, a hint of snow, and madness descends. With frozen water from the sky comes a sort of bucolic amnesia, forgetting that at one point last week, it was over 70 degrees, and that by this Wednesday, it's likely to reach the mid 50s.
Luckily, I don't have to traverse the roads and highways. I don't have a car, you see. So while I, like many South Carolinians, haven't the faintest idea of how to drive on icy roads, I, at least, don't have to manage such a task. I've already seen one accident this morning, as travelers learned a truth of dynamics: that the coefficient of sliding friction for icy asphalt is shockingly much lower then for non-icy asphalt.
Ah well. To bed. Hopefully, it will continue to rain, and sleet, and ice up, and work will call and say I don't have to come in. (Not likely. I live three blocks from work, and they damn well know I walk to work.... actually, now that I think about it, I would enjoy a night of almost certain solitude, not distracted by the hordes of copy-zombies who seem to feel that 2 a.m. is the perfect time to bug the shit out of me.)
here be goblin paradise.
Yes, it's icy out. Somewhat. Sort of. A minor danger to the rest of the world, a calamity in South Carolina, as hordes of cerebrally-stunted rednecks are convinced, once again that Fimbulwinter has descended upon them. Not that the vast majority of those aforementioned waterheads know what Fimbulwinter is, but I digress. Even now, scores, nay hundreds of people in the state's capital are scrambling to grocery stores to stock up on water, milk, bread, and diapers. Even people without babies are buying diapers. Yes, they think the winter ice will last that long.
It happens every year. A bit of ice, a hint of snow, and madness descends. With frozen water from the sky comes a sort of bucolic amnesia, forgetting that at one point last week, it was over 70 degrees, and that by this Wednesday, it's likely to reach the mid 50s.
Luckily, I don't have to traverse the roads and highways. I don't have a car, you see. So while I, like many South Carolinians, haven't the faintest idea of how to drive on icy roads, I, at least, don't have to manage such a task. I've already seen one accident this morning, as travelers learned a truth of dynamics: that the coefficient of sliding friction for icy asphalt is shockingly much lower then for non-icy asphalt.
Ah well. To bed. Hopefully, it will continue to rain, and sleet, and ice up, and work will call and say I don't have to come in. (Not likely. I live three blocks from work, and they damn well know I walk to work.... actually, now that I think about it, I would enjoy a night of almost certain solitude, not distracted by the hordes of copy-zombies who seem to feel that 2 a.m. is the perfect time to bug the shit out of me.)