Snowmageddon, Snowpocalypse, Iceapalooza: Regardless of the cutesy un-word you’ll use to describe this forthcoming Midwest storm, the only thing on which the local (and national!) meterologists seem to agree is that some sort of Storm is coming, and it could be Big.
I’ll believe it when I see it (and yes, I’m completely okay with standing corrected later).
Contrary to many folks, the Weather Forecast (substitute trademarked phrase here, ie: ForeWarn Four! or SkyWatch Six! or It’llFuckingRain Five!) is the seven minutes during which I change the channel, get up to take a pee, or check on the water I put out to boil twenty-three-fucking minutes ago what is wrong with you, stove?! I’m hungry and not for dry pasta! And yeah, I am hyper-aware of the fact that this is because I do not drive, or do any other form of self-commuting (walk, bike, Rollerblade) that would be directly affected by foul winter weather. Uh, whatever: when will they get to the sports report?
Or the celebrity gossip. Oooh.
Ahem. Okay. In spite of my uncaring for such “news,” I’ve been made aware that things could turn nasty in the Near Future, and it is sending a Large Number of local folk into a milk-and-bread-and-SnowMelt buying frenzy. Myself? I’d be lying if I said I hope it didn’t impact my work schedule. It’d take one hell of a batch of Foul Weather for me to get a “snow day,” but the weather has the potential to affect the time I’m spent punched in. I also enjoy shoveling snow, which might sound odd until I remind you that I enjoy menial, mindless, repetitive tasks involving physical labor (if only I lived in the day of Rosie the Riveter. I’d rivet the shit out of… uh…whatever needed riveting).
Oh, you want me to get to the point? Ha-ha, fooled you! I have no point! But, uh, no. Seriously: I’ve heard that the potential for a foot of snow exists, and I am moderately intrigued to see how this plays out.