Thursday, February 03, 2011

Year of the Rabbit

On efficient communication
Mom texts me: "Happy chinse new year. Did you call me."

I text back: "Happy Chinese New Year. I didn't call you."


Snowpocalypse my ass. Yesterday's newspaper headline was something akin to, "From Snowtorious B.I.G. to Snowbigdeal." Toronto received about half the snow originally predicted by meteorologists. Seriously? Now it's -16 degrees Celsius and super sunny. Not great, but also not the literal freezing over of hell.

Remind me what sort of qualifications you need to be a weatherman again? A diploma in Staring Out Your Window? A double certificate in Being Outside?

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