The Time to Tickle a Lizard, Is Before, or Right After, a Blizzard. Now the place to begin Is just under his Chin,— And here's more Advice: Don't Poke more than Twice At an Intimate Place like his Gizzard.
Picking lemons and oranges off the tree. Not quite ready yet. Need a cold snap, say 35*-ish to give em' the sweet kick. We'll sit tight and see if you're cold reaches down to us.
Due to time zone a European site I'm a member is taken over at night mostly by Americans and there is a clear shift when Brits go to bed and Canadians and Americans show up more and become more active and call themselves the gay shift. Because it rhymes with day shift. And that's all. They cheerfully declare the gay shift is here.
I moved here to SoCal in 1985 after 4 years in the Upper Peninsula. Boy, do I not miss shoveling snow or having to plug my car into an outlet overnight to keep the battery from freezing. Or keeping the snow shovel inside the house so I could dig my way out of the house to clear the walkway and the driveway.
As a tribute to all of you, I will hit my first tee shot tomorrow in your honor.
The Althouse Blog is looking more like Doctor Zhivago at Varikino every day.
The poor Russians are at -50C in Siberia today. That's a record coldest December for them since 1938. And The Siberian Express may be coming for a visit soon.
As part of my new identity for this new country in which I live changed permanently by small majority of you, I have grown a mustache and goatee. A protest, out of shaving laziness mostly, and to signal that I don't even care enough to shave all the way. It imparts a hard look. Dangerous. Mean, lean, hungry look, it accentuates my thinness and height. To my own eye sinister.
And goddamnit if I'm not being treated with even more friendliness as if that's been the missing key to full charm all along.
It's like a hedgehog and a caterpillar on my face and they like it. "Hey Chip! zip zip they do sign language to their own little chin hedgehog. And converse. That's the thing. I'm getting conversation out of people now without even trying. Since the election. I'm waiting for it to wear off. It's situational. I'm in a conversation that I know wouldn't be happening before because I tried pulling it out before, and while having that one a third party will join in and that is unusual too, to jump right in someone else's conversation. Usually people quietly mtob 'round these parts but now they're jump right in like we're all one big family or something. I noticed.
How they have flicked from characteristically individualistic to assertively socially friendly in a flash like that following the most disgusting divisive campaigning I've ever seen will always mystify me. I mentioned this and the person I spoke to began laughing so I changed my tactic and continued. But that didn't work. He actually doubled over laughing like I was George Carlin delivering a comical pov or something. When I said, "you'd think the war on women is won! And gays across the land are all marrying poop poop poop poop unified in looooove. And the bounty of a wealthy nation is distributed in fairness *spread arms generously* and the best of all healthcare assured for all it's citizens and non citizen alike!." And the guy was howling. He responded to my deep cynicism entirely inappropriately. He thinks I should be on teevee because I'm so amusing. And then in a single sentence he made clear to me why everybody is so dead chuffed in the most banal terms imaginable. They don't have to put up with all that election stuff anymore.
Having a little baklava while it's snowing outside isn't so bad, however. Just be careful that the baker didn't overdo the honey or they'll rot the teeth right out of your skull after a bite or two.
In Chicago, they've gone something like 289 days since their last snowfall in March, a streak which will end later today. I was chatting with a friend in Chicago, and I told her that my own personal snowless streak is up to around 8750 days.
But you folks who like it, and I know that you are legion, knock yourselves out!
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34 comments:
Draco arrived last night.
Wow! I had no idea these inland storms have names and possibly book deals with J. K. Rowling.
The Lizard
The Time to Tickle a Lizard,
Is Before, or Right After, a Blizzard.
Now the place to begin
Is just under his Chin,—
And here's more Advice:
Don't Poke more than Twice
At an Intimate Place like his Gizzard.
- Roethke
A good day to sit inside and read a book - and clear the sidewalks a couple of times. The first clearing has just passed 90 minutes.
A blizzard on top of what looks like a good pile of snow. I'd hit the grocery store.
Wow! I had no idea these inland storms have names and possibly book deals with J. K. Rowling.
Not officially yet. Winter storm naming is a Weather Channel project. As far as NOAA is concerned Ann's blizzard is nameless.
More info and video.
I'd hit the grocery store.
When I lived in RI, this kind of storm demanded a run to Stop and Shop. Everyone did it.
I was at the store last night (we needed laundry detergent) and it was empty.
Eastcoasters are wimps when it comes to winter weather, or they don't plan in advance. Not sure which.
Picking lemons and oranges off the tree. Not quite ready yet. Need a cold snap, say 35*-ish to give em' the sweet kick. We'll sit tight and see if you're cold reaches down to us.
The liquor store I was in yesterday was very busy.
This naming of winter storms is a stupid initiative by the Weather Channel.
Ran out of gas. Don't think that's happened before.
Warm blankets, candles and the fireplace should ease the cold snap.
May the golden birdy visit you.
<[;*)
For God's sake, woman, get that poor man a watch cap for Christmas.
And maybe a flamethrower.
Waiting for Dick Drago, journeyman reliever from the '70's.
As between the wife and me, we call it a pup-date because all news, weather and sports information includes a report on the dog's well-being.
That, and it rhymes.
He wears a baclava over the baseball hat. It's not my doing.
Due to time zone a European site I'm a member is taken over at night mostly by Americans and there is a clear shift when Brits go to bed and Canadians and Americans show up more and become more active and call themselves the gay shift. Because it rhymes with day shift. And that's all. They cheerfully declare the gay shift is here.
I moved here to SoCal in 1985 after 4 years in the Upper Peninsula. Boy, do I not miss shoveling snow or having to plug my car into an outlet overnight to keep the battery from freezing. Or keeping the snow shovel inside the house so I could dig my way out of the house to clear the walkway and the driveway.
As a tribute to all of you, I will hit my first tee shot tomorrow in your honor.
Ann Althouse said...
He wears a baclava over the baseball hat. It's not my doing.
That's balaclava, dear.
I have a hard time thinking of your esteemed husband traversing the Wisconsin winter with a piece of Ottoman pastry on his head.
The Althouse Blog is looking more like Doctor Zhivago at Varikino every day.
The poor Russians are at -50C in Siberia today. That's a record coldest December for them since 1938. And The Siberian Express may be coming for a visit soon.
At least you got real snow. We got a pathetic dusting. I want real accumulation!
Interesting news announced today that the NYSE will soon be headquartered in Atlanta, Georgia.
I suspect they wanted a better climate to enjoy their capital gains. But does this mean AlQaeda will be targeting Atlanta next?
"That's balaclava, dear."
Fucking hell, I googled it before writing it and got a whole row of pictures of the damned thing.
Whatever. It's ugly.
I believe the ski mask in question can be spelled either way.
What it can't do is be worn into a Bank lobby these days. It has apparently been banned by the FDIC as an assault mask.
As part of my new identity for this new country in which I live changed permanently by small majority of you, I have grown a mustache and goatee. A protest, out of shaving laziness mostly, and to signal that I don't even care enough to shave all the way. It imparts a hard look. Dangerous. Mean, lean, hungry look, it accentuates my thinness and height. To my own eye sinister.
And goddamnit if I'm not being treated with even more friendliness as if that's been the missing key to full charm all along.
It's like a hedgehog and a caterpillar on my face and they like it. "Hey Chip! zip zip they do sign language to their own little chin hedgehog. And converse. That's the thing. I'm getting conversation out of people now without even trying. Since the election. I'm waiting for it to wear off. It's situational. I'm in a conversation that I know wouldn't be happening before because I tried pulling it out before, and while having that one a third party will join in and that is unusual too, to jump right in someone else's conversation. Usually people quietly mtob 'round these parts but now they're jump right in like we're all one big family or something. I noticed.
How they have flicked from characteristically individualistic to assertively socially friendly in a flash like that following the most disgusting divisive campaigning I've ever seen will always mystify me. I mentioned this and the person I spoke to began laughing so I changed my tactic and continued. But that didn't work. He actually doubled over laughing like I was George Carlin delivering a comical pov or something. When I said, "you'd think the war on women is won! And gays across the land are all marrying poop poop poop poop unified in looooove. And the bounty of a wealthy nation is distributed in fairness *spread arms generously* and the best of all healthcare assured for all it's citizens and non citizen alike!." And the guy was howling. He responded to my deep cynicism entirely inappropriately. He thinks I should be on teevee because I'm so amusing. And then in a single sentence he made clear to me why everybody is so dead chuffed in the most banal terms imaginable. They don't have to put up with all that election stuff anymore.
Ann Althouse said...
That's balaclava, dear.
Fucking hell, I googled it before writing it and got a whole row of pictures of the damned thing.
Whatever. It's ugly.
I googled it and got pictures with the name spelled correctly.
I also got this article.
In any case, it's for warmth, Madame, not looks. I wore a variant of one in my days as a pedestrian and it was a Godsend on days like you're having.
"I googled it and got pictures with the name spelled correctly."
Yeah, me too, I just didn't notice. I saw the "hats" and assumed I'd done the correct spelling.
No problem.
The Blonde keeps calling baklava balaklava.
Yep
Gonna be sixty five here in the OC.
Eastcoasters are wimps when it comes to winter weather, or they don't plan in advance. Not sure which.
You should see the DC metro area when even an inch of snow is forecast.
Having a little baklava while it's snowing outside isn't so bad, however. Just be careful that the baker didn't overdo the honey or they'll rot the teeth right out of your skull after a bite or two.
That's PRE-blizzard? [shiver]
In Chicago, they've gone something like 289 days since their last snowfall in March, a streak which will end later today. I was chatting with a friend in Chicago, and I told her that my own personal snowless streak is up to around 8750 days.
But you folks who like it, and I know that you are legion, knock yourselves out!
My riding buddies and I ironically called it a baclava for so many years I think we all forgot what the proper name is.
Whatever. It's warm.
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