Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Dear Snow, You Suck.

Yesterday, we had yet more snow and sleet so another workday lost to the elements this week. I don't know whose ass to kick first, Mother Nature or Old Man Winter. I've got two feet, so maybe I can kick both asses at once. Multi-tasking I believe it's called, or alternately "multi-ass-kicking".

So I suppose I'll be eating whatever I can scrounge from the Dollar Tree this month. Wonderful. I do love those 50-cent pot pies and the imitation "cheese" slices. Nummy.

*does a retarded little dollar-store dance*

Snow, snow, stinking stupid snow. I hate you and the clouds you were crapped out of. So there.

More of the same out this window as well. And it just keeps coming down. Fuck you, snow.

Supposedly I'll be able to make up the time I've lost. The Accursed Catalog went to the printer on Thursday but I'm still doing some rushed last-minute stuff we can print ourselves on Monday, then I'm off to Philadelphia for a trade show Wednesday and will take the train back home Friday.

While I'm gone I suppose Grady will lay waste to my apartment and everything I own. He found another stink bug last night and helpfully teased it until it spewed out bug-stink so there's still a weird smell in that corner of the room. I fully expect my apartment to be crawling with the nasty things while I'm gone.

Oh yeah, more snow on Tuesday. Yaaay.


Scott said...

I hope he poops every single thing you own.

Lady Euphoria Deathwatch said...

Hi Severina,

I hate to tell you this, but we here in PA are suppose to get a big snow storm on Wednesday. Big for us that is. So, I'd watch my plans if I were you. Travel may be strained.

Just something to think about while your snowed in.

Hugs, Euphoria

Helen said...

What the crap? Weather pisses me off. You can go for the pasta sauce and some of the elbow macaroni at the Dollar Tree, That's $2 for at least 16 won't be able to eat more than a couple of bites per meal. The macaroni is made from flour milled in the late 1950s, and I am pretty sure the pasta sauce is ketchup with some corn syrup.
I hope you get to get paid to work soon.
Or you could stand on the corner and fly a sign. Those guys make fat cash. And you'll look classy.

Obsidian Kitten said...

I keep seeing guys dressed like the statue of liberty standing out in the cold waving signs saying things like "Cash for Gold" and "Everything Must Go!" -- maybe you could do that in your spare time. At least the costumes *look* warm.