A Winter Prophecy

Sitting on the sofa. Minding my own business. Researching. Silent clickety-click of computer keys.

Matt's voice.

"It's coming you know. The hour of apocalypse."

Glance over at him with awkward skepticism.

"The snow parking disaster. The snow parking apocalypse.

I don't know what we're going to do.

In those bleak days young men will see visions. Old men will dream dreams. Many of those old men will not survive the journey back to their apartments from their parking spots.

Look out there. It's bleak."

I look. We look.

"Look out there. Way out there is probably where we might be able to find parking."

Silence.

Matt's voice.

"Do you have a window scraper?"
"yeah."
"Do you have two?"
Exchange of a glance.
A sigh.
Silence conquers.

The word of the day is...

Defenestration.

That's the act of throwing something (or someone) out of a window. The term originated shortly after a group of Protestants defenestrated two Catholic Imperial governors along with their scribe at Prague Castle for alleged infringements on the right to freedom of religious expression. (The somewhat obscure disclaimer "Don't defenestrate the scribe," also has its origins in this event.) The three survived for reasons disputed along religious lines: Catholics claimed that divine intervention played a part in protecting them; "Horseshit," said Protestants. Admittedly, the mental image of angels descending from heaven to mercifully guide the men in their fall from a castle window onto a large pile of horse manure is a bit pythonesque. (Which is not at all to say I find it unbelievable.)
Good times.

All lifted from wikipedia of course. Anyone else care to admit to thinking "Meh, it's a cool idea but it's not like it will really catch on," about wikipedia a couple years ago?

Overheard while waiting at a red light

"Hey, if you get hungry on the way home, I put some food in your jacket."

Well, in an awesome display of self-restraint, I have refrained from posting any more election related crap. Nothing to do with laziness or lack of inspiration. Seriously.
Now that the day of doom has finally arrived, I can clean up that sidebar and get back to neglecting to post for the usual reasons.

Meanwhile, I give you: miniguns.
That's right, miniguns. From helicopters of course. Have I ever mentioned that miniguns make me go all teary-eyed? If you can watch that clip just once, I think there's something missing from your soul.

Also I've arbitrarily decided that all future posts must have a minimum of three labels, using only those that have already been created. Good thing "mislabeled posts" is one.