I think I've had enough of this winter thing. I've not seen the sun in so long, I think I've got moss growing on the back of my neck. However, the good news is that me and my mossy-green neck will fit right in with tomorrow's St. Patrick's Day parties (See? I'm always looking on the bright side, ya know?).
Thursday, March 16, 2006
The thing is, I really wish we had a volcano to throw things into somewhere here in Wisconsin. The gods are angry, and I really would like to be able to appease them. I mean, I know someone's going to come up to me today and say, "this weather sucks."
And, when that happens, I want to be able to say, "Don't blame me, man. I went to the volcano and tossed in three chickens, a bull-moose and the last remaining virgin in the greater Milwaukee metropolitan area. If the gods are still unhappy, it's probably because of something YOU did, you unwashed heathen."
Anyway, if you look closely into that great gray smudge, you may see me standing in the yard. I'll be the naked guy with the red bucket on his head who's cackling like a lunatic and swatting snowflakes with a tennis racquet. Should make for an interesting afternoon.