Who cares? Wow, precipitation came down. I have no idea what to do any more. Let's run around and scream things. You know what the worst part of it is? The weathermen/women on TV use snow as a chance to pat themselves on the back. "When it snowed... FOX 5 WAS THERE FIRST!" Great job assholes, you used million-dollar technology to finally predict something that was close to being right, and now you and your EXTREME DOPPLER 9000 SUPER UV X-RAY SEX MACHINE are fucking heroes. Congratulations.
Nobody knows how to deal with snow. The last time it snowed here, they made sure to shovel just enough off the sidewalks so that the next day, a thin sheet of ice developed. That was wonderful, watching people slide across campus all day. The newspaper that day featured an indefensible triple byline headlined, "SNOW JOKE." Unfortunately, I'm friends with all three of the people that wrote that. Sorry guys, but you should be ashamed of yourselves.
It's just not that big of a deal. It could be three seconds on the news. "Hey, it snowed, don't drive like a retard. Back to actual things that mattered." But instead, it turns into STORM WATCH 2009: PUTTING THE ICE IN "NICE FUCKING COVERAGE." It's like, we as journalists are so lazy, that when it snows we go "Hey, we get a snow day too!" Someone please tell me why we don't do this when it rains, sleets, or hails. Mailmen don't take the day off and we shouldn't either.
I was out playing catch for a solid five minutes today before i realized, hey, it's cold. And this snow is getting my clothes wet. And now I'm getting dirty because under the snow is just a disgusting puddle of mud. It was enough to make me want to drift and die.
When we were kids, snow days were fun because we didn't have to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn and drag ourselves into stupid classes we hated. Now it's just annoying because the professors get pissed at us, like we caused the snowstorm, and make us do more work in the end. And when we get into the working world, we're going to have to try to get into work anyways.
So you can call me Scrooge, you can call me the Heat Miser, you can say I hate snowmen and hot chocolate and snowball fights and all that kind of stuff. But to me this is, well, it snow joke.