I opened up the lo-cal newspaper site this morning (the word “newspaper” strikes me as something destined to become a quaint old term that will hang on for a while, though only old people will remember where it comes from – like “icebox” or “dialing” a phone), and this is the headline (there’s another one) I was greeted with:

Over a foot of snow, 45 mph gusts and bitter cold in store :omg:

Time to finish my coffee and go back to bed, I think.

Fortunately, it appears they were talking about the folks just to the north of us, though we’re due for cold and wind and snow, too. Just not quite as much (as always around here though, it depends on which way the wind blows).

Have I mentioned that I’m tired of winter?

So, Jan Brewer has done the right thing and vetoed Arizona’s “it’s OK to discriminate against people you don’t like as long as Jesus told you to” law. I would hesitate before praising her as the most wonderful white raisin in the desert, though. She clearly stuck a finger or two up into the air to see which way the wind was blowing before acting.

While perusing the Crap Post this morning, I noticed a headline of “A ‘Bachelor’ Contestant Just Exposed The True Reality Of The Show” so I figured I’d click on it, and I was shocked. Shocked to read that this piece of dreck has been on for 18 years. 18 years! Do you remember when it was a big deal that Gunsmoke ran for 20 years on the teevee? Not that I was much of a fan (of the tv show – the radio show, however, is great), but at least it was a real show and not something dumb fake reality thing.

Anyhow, if you care, the big “secret” revealed was that the bachelor in question is an asshole. Big surprise there.

Wine Woot has a deal on “Truffle Butter and Duck Fat” this morning, for all those interested. Never tried either of those things, but they sound rather disgusting to me. And duck fat sounds like something you’d use to waterproof your boots.

Oh well, time to go make my breakfast. Like my dad, I’ve long been allergic to eggs (not in the “break out in hives” sense, but in the “get all bloated and feel like shit for a few hours” sense). So I’ve decided to eat two eggs every morning until I get over it. I’m on about day five now. :yuck: It’s working quite well.