The Winter of our Content
In honor of the wet albino tarantulas falling out of the sky, Meadow asked me to post this (sung to the tune of "Winter Wonderland"):Dog tags ring, are you listenin'?
In the lane, snow is glistenin'.
It's yellow, not white,
I've been there tonight,
Marking up my winter wonderland.
For the rest, go here.
Have you ever noticed, if you look straight up into a snowstorm, the flakes always seem to be falling in slow motion, like they think they're in a movie?
I just finished the first draft of my first original screenplay, and the "few snow showers" the meterologists called for have turned into two more fluffy inches and counting, and my dog is puffing happily away on her beddo after an exuberant run in the snow, during which she displayed the purest rapture I've seen outside of Lourdes.
It's good to be jolly. I'm going to go have a glass of something expensive and make a nice curry. Have a cozy night, y'all.
