The Time of Madness is almost upon this land!

…That’s right; it’s going to snow here this weekend, and I expect everybody around me to lose their goram minds over it. Like they do. What makes it worse, of course, is that I should have gone grocery shopping today. Tomorrow’s going to be amazingly chaotic, over at the supermarket. Whee!

Still, first snow of the year. Coolness.

Two hour school delay! …Because of 1 to 3 inches?

This is, to my mind, slightly bizarre. Admittedly, I grew up in a town that had its own school that everybody could actually walk to, and we lived right next to a giant heat regulator that limited the amount of snow and frozen conditions that we might have otherwise gotten. So you had to practically have a blizzard before they closed the place.

It’s still kind of weird. I mean, I figure there’s a good chance that there won’t be any snow at all tonight. This stuff is notoriously hard to predict.

Snow in Tallahassee!

Alternative title: Hell, orange futures markets freeze over. Not that Tallahassee is Hell, of course.  Not even Jacksonville is Hell, although when you go there in August* you kind of get a rough approximation of the likely climate there. Still, hey, snow in Florida!

 

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Snow’s finally coming down…

…schools are closed, wife will be telecommuting tomorrow, and the cat is visibly congratulating itself for moving in several years ago.  All of which means: I get to sleep in tomorrow! …Heck, the kids might even let me get an extra half hour!

I will admit: snow is pretty when you don’t have to go out into it.  Although whether I feel the same way after I shovel the walk tomorrow is another story.  Fortunately, the tendonitis seems well and truly on the wane.

Good night, folks.

Expect tomorrow to be a slow news day, too.

They pretty much preemptively shut down the DC area tomorrow; schools are closed, government’s closed, I don’t even know if there’s going to be mail. Which is going to be problematical, because the second Xbox controller was supposed to show up tomorrow and the kids are getting a little stir-crazy.  To be fair: so are their parents.

To be doubly fair; so is the rest of the MD/DC/VA Axis of Snow.  We got legit hammered this weekend; two feet of no-fooling blizzard (high winds and everything) is respectable by anybody’s standards. So… slow news day. All the people who’d normally be fiddling, mangling, and just making it up are going to be sitting around in sweatpants and having their lower backs remind them that we are none of us as young as we used to be.

So far? The snow here has been… manageable.

It’s definitely snowing. The blizzard hasn’t hit here yet, though, and while it’s been coming down there haven’t been many issues yet, God willing and the creek doesn’t rise.  Which is actually sometimes a problem in my part of Maryland.  Why we built our nation’s capital in the middle of a freaking swamp…

So everything’s cool, folks.  Hopefully it’ll stay that way.

Moe Lane

PS: Hell no I didn’t drive anywhere today.  You’re kidding me, right?

Chaos and Old Night in Dizzy City!

And so it begins.

Here’s the thing, though: I’ve lived down here for over a decade and a half, and… Washington DC gets more snow and frozen rain than they’d admit. There is increasingly no real reason for these people to be so bad about dealing with a little snow and/or other bad weather. They need to start learning how to deal…

Moe Lane

PS: At this point, my kids are openly speculating that there will be no school tomorrow, because, ZOMG, there are flakes in the sky the night before. …They should not be probably right! THEY SHOULD NOT BE RIGHT.

Awww, crud.

The problem with accurate weather forecasting is that it’s not really helpful, sometimes.  Take this, for example

Knowing that the Imperial District is going to go stark, raving, Nyarlathotep-in-the-streets mad, starting Thursday night doesn’t actually help matters any. I can’t stop them from going nuts over the snow, after all.  Instead? Now I just have something to dread.

It is like winter is a freaking ZOMBIE, here.

I’m scheduled to get another six to eight inches, tomorrow.  I feel like the hero in a zombie flick trying to pry a damned persistent shambling corpse off of the truck tailgate as we accelerate away from the herd of the Undead.  This is supposed to be a swamp! A foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy… no, wait, that’s Philadelphia.

Anyway, I’d settle for some global warming right now. I surely would.