So, the weather forecast around here is calling for anywhere from 4 inches up to 8 inches of snow.
Big deal.
I can remember as a kid in the mid to late 1970′s when real snowfall hit. I’m talking snow drifts higher than a cargo van.
People didn’t really give a shit back then. You got snowed in? You dealt with it. You built a fire in the fireplace, or wood-stove You used it to cook your food. You rode it out. You didn’t panic. That’s how things were back then. Not today. Today, we panic. We act like helpless infants. I find that disgusting.
And here we have all the local meteorologists doing what they do best. Invoking panic among the viewers and listeners.
I swear, meteorologists get a hard on for this kind of stuff. Hell, I think they literally get off on it. In a perverted sort of way.
So it’s going to snow? So fucking what? What are you people in the media going to do if and when the real shit hits the fan?
Now that I’d love to see.
Yeah, it’s going to snow. Who cares?
I’ll be taking full advantage of it with my kids. We bought snow-brick building blocks. We’re making ourselves an igloo.
That’s how we are going to deal with the snow here.
Damn straight we are.

Igloo, very cool.
It never happened. Not enough snow fell, to construct one. I love it, the local media around here jack everyone off into thinking that we’re about to get the “Winter storm of the season,” and all that fell was a couple inches. Not enough.