Snowpocalypse 2014: The Postening

I’ve promised, I dunno, twice now maybe that at some point today there would be a real post and that I wouldn’t talk about the weather during said real post.  That was a terrible lie; there will be a real post (there is now!  It’s this one!) but fuckit I’m gonna talk about the weather some more.    I just went out and cleared the driveway for the second time today; there was the same amount of snow four hours or so after the first clear that there had been the first time, only this time it was colder and showing harder and windier.

Tomorrow is going to suck, children.  The snow has only gotten heavier and faster and thicker as the day’s gone on, and I see no way that I’m not going to have to clear the driveway at least once more before it gets too dark to do it again.  Tomorrow, I’ll have to do it at least once more, only in Death Cold.

Or, more likely, I’ll let the wife take my car to work since it’s an SUV and can get out of the driveway, and I’ll not do it at all, because only an idiot would be outside doing work that could cause sweating in fifty degree below zero wind chills.  Don’t get me wrong; I am an idiot, but I’m not that kind of idiot.

In other news, there’s been a big pot of ragu alla bolognese simmerin’ on my stovetop for the last couple of hours and for the second day in a row I’m gonna eat like a king tonight.  School is cancelled for tomorrow (I’ll probably have the boy; we’re actually expecting daycare to be open, but it seems stupid to send him in, especially since he still doesnt seem to be feeling very well) and I’ve finally managed to get my comic books sorted and separated.  I’m keeping about a quarter of my collection, I have two other boxes mostly ready to send off to friends who requested some books for their kids, and I have an email out to a fellow who said he was interested when I talked about selling my books back in September, so let’s cross our fingers that he’s still interested.  Otherwise… anybody wanna buy about 4000 comic books?  

The plan for tonight is to try and restrain the urge to post further pictures of snowy things, to survive the third driveway-clearing, and to get a bunch more writing done.  I feel like it might actually happen, too; I’ve done a really good job of staying productive all day and hopefully I won’t fall apart once I’ve had dinner.  Don’t put it past me, though.  

Stay warm, kids.  

No morning drive, no blurred headlight

It must be Sunday– I’ve got a million things that I *could* be doing, and a slightly smaller set of things that I’d *like* to be doing, and I’m doing none of them in favor of staring at my computer and idly surfing Gawker network sites over and over again.

There is nothing new on the Interwebs right now, folks.  I promise; I’ve looked at all of it today.

Here, have a completely ridiculous .gif.  There’s a longer version floating around somewhere; the deer is fine.

(Huh.  .gif is malfunctioning for some reason.  Have the YouTube version.)

In which alcohol shouldn’t come in plastic bottles

Thanksgiving I is today; Thanksgiving II will be happening on the traditional date.  To that end, now that I’ve got all my school stuff done (well, most of it; look at the list the other day if you’re curious) it’s time to spend the rest of the boy’s nap frantically cooking things that we’re supposed to bring with us to my brother’s place.

Maybe I’ll post a picture of the cranberry sauce, since whipped cauliflower really isn’t going to look like much of anything.  It’s gonna have bourbon in it!  I don’t actually drink alcohol so this ought to be interesting.

There may be a better post tonight; there are a couple of things percolating.  Otherwise, enjoy the rest of your weekend.

In which arrrrrrrghhhhhhhh

WHEEEEEEEI’m bad at Sunday.  It’s consistently– say, nine weeks out of ten– the only day of the week where I don’t have to go to work without calling in sick first, so you would think that I would treasure them as the one day where I Get To Relax.  No.  What Sunday actually represents is The One Day I Have to Get Every Single Fucking Thing in My Life Done, Including All the School Stuff I’ve Put Off, Since God Forbid There’s a Single Day a Week where I Don’t Work for School; Also, Get to Work, You’re Wasting Time you Lazy Bastard.

I have a verb for it.  I call it Sundaying.  It’s where I’m so stressed out and paralyzed by all the shit I didn’t do all week because I was fucking exhausted that I do nothing all day Sunday but obsess about the fact that I’m wasting my Sunday and that tomorrow I have to go back to work.  Low-level stress, constantly, that occasionally pirouettes into brief bursts of high-level stress.

I’m going to go to a movie today (Thor, of course) and then have dinner in a restaurant without my son and with my wife.  I’ve gotten a couple of things done this morning– most notably, managed to be out of bed, showered, and breakfasted before ten and finally, finally gotten both of the car seats readjusted so that we’re not pinching the boy’s shoulders every time we put him in the car.  When we get home, I have two computers to fix (fun fact: my wife and my father-in-law both have basically the exact same computer, bought around the same time.  They both shit out this week, for what appear to be different reasons, although both of them appear mechanical and not software-related in nature) and all the weekend’s grading to do and some PAT team stuff to do and lesson plans to write (oh, hey! I got that done at OtherJob!) and and and and and and and. Hopefully I’ll get time to read a couple volumes of Sandman and maybe, just maybe, watch the episodes of S.H.I.E.L.D. and American Horror Story: Coven that we haven’t gotten to this week.

Maybe.

We’ll see.

Or maybe I’ll spend the whole movie obsessing about the fact that I’m not at home doing those several things and be stressed out and ruin it.  That might happen too!

Sigh.


Also:  Enter the Wu-Tang: 36 Chambers came out twenty fucking years ago this weekend, and jesus god am I old.

I’m gonna relax if it kills me

For the record, Internet, the only things I plan to do between now and the boy going to sleep later are:  1) read; 2) play games on my iPad; 3) eat.  Anything else will qualify as unexpected, and you will note that “write clear and cogent blog post” ain’t on that list.  You got a freebie yesterday.  I’m relaxing today.

(Granted, I have work to do when the boy goes to sleep later tonight.  That’s five hours away.  Screw it.)

This is as interesting as I can be right now

My day began with pork.  As it should.

My big goal for today is that when I go to bed I’m going to be able to feel like I got a lot done today.  Right now, as of 1:30, I’ve accomplished some stuff for school (not a lot, mind you) and managed to shower and get dressed.  Which isn’t much, but is more than nothing.  My to-do list for the rest of the day is mostly cleaning and organization, with some additional school stuff thrown in for good measure, because it’s not actually possible to go 24 hours without doing anything for school during the school year.

I really really really want a burger for dinner.  Or… meatloaf.  Something decadent and greasy, we’ll see.

Random griping:  The Walking Dead starts Season Four tonight, and on account of having kicked cable to the curb I’m not going to be able to watch it tonight.  I have an Apple TV, mind you, and I’ve already ordered the season on iTunes, so I’ll be able to watch it– but either through official policy or simple laziness on somebody’s part an episode on iTunes generally doesn’t become available until several hours after it actually airs, meaning that if I wanted to watch the premiere tonight I’d have to stay up until around 1 or 2 in the morning to do it.  This isn’t going to get me to add cable back– we’ve paid for entire seasons of The Walking Dead, American Horror Story and Sons of Anarchy for only slightly more than a single month of cable would have cost, and those three shows represent about 90% of what we were actually watching on cable channels– but it would be nice, since I’m paying directly for the show, if I could watch it when everybody else does rather than having to put myself on Twitter/Facebook lockdown until tomorrow evening when I can actually get to the damn show.   I’ll just have to get my zombie fix elsewhere– maybe from this huge stack of comic books next to me— until then.

Anyway.  I think I said something about getting things done and I’ve been staring at this screen for ten minutes, so… yeah.  Off to cleaning!  Woohoo!

There’s something on a Sunday that makes a body feel alone

Doctor_Sleep

I’m actually having a lazy Sunday like a real person right now; I’ve spent most of the day with a book in my hand (short review of Doctor Sleep: you should read it; I didn’t think a sequel to The Shining was necessary but this is a worthy effort) and right now I am, crazily, considering a nap.  Usually on Sundays I’m freaking out about all the grading I don’t have done and thinking about how many thousand things I really ought to get done before work starts again on Monday, and while I just remembered I really ought to sign into my email and tell my boss something I’m wonderfully free of Work Shit that needs to be done right now.

(Stares at the screen for ten minutes)

(emails boss)

Yeah, I’m gonna go read another book.  Might be back later if the mood strikes me.