Pop Culture Curmudgeon

It Is Cold

The Pacific Northwest is blanketed by a sheet of ice, and we’ve got a new storm system bringing us a nice coat of freezing rain to sit on top of it. And we don’t have any hope for a thaw until next week. We are not well equipped to handle this, and I’m working online instead of in the office today.

I have learned that local television is devoting more time to “Arctic Blast” coverage than they did to the election results last month. I have been reminded that nothing decent comes on during the day, unless you are a soap opera junkie or a game show fiend. I have also learned that a mid-December cold wave is the stupidest time for your furnace to go out, as I wait for the furnace repairman to save us and the dogs from the spectre of a space-heater fire. (I’m heeding the warnings from the local news not to bring my barbecue inside to heat the place up. Of course, if I truly needed that warning, I would hope that one of my lovely readers would turn stalker, find me, and put me out of the world’s misery. I would obviously be too stupid to live.)

So, I’m cuddling up with a blanket and a couple 105-pound dogs to catch up on tv and pop culture. (I was out of the country last week, on a cruise to Mexico, so the cold is hitting me a little harder than it might normally.)

TTYL