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Well, it was pretty fantastically 'Pocalyptic there for a while. And The University having two snow-days in a month might be considered a pretty intimidating harbinger.

Today, not yesterday. Yesterday was its own damn thing. The Snowpocalypse, Part One: Slushpocalypse came first. And then I go tall the way to work, and apparently? One of our transformers blew. And our old, POS heaters caught fire. Yeah. They were put out by the time I got there, but the damage was done. So we personally got a "Building Slightly On Fire, No Power Or Heat"...Day. Less catchy, slightly cooler. And if not for the snow day, we would all be at the main library today. (Well, I wouldn't, because I had planned to take today off any way. But now I don't have to blow vacation time.) And who knows what's going to happen on Monday.

So the last 36 hours have been kind of chaotic. But now? Sun is out, birds are chirping, walk is shoveled, and the NJ Transit buses, SEPTA, and AMTRAK are all up and running.

So, I will pretty myself up slightly, put on my dancing shoes (i.e., my pink/purple plaid Vans), and head down to the City of Brotherly.

For to see FLOGGING MOLLY. (For the first time in my personal experience.) 8:30 PM, Electric Factory. Even if it means catching the late night Amtrak because I missed the last regional rail, I *will* see this concert.

It is on, bitches.  Or as the French might say, CE PASSE,  CE SOIR....uh, bitches.

bwahaha.
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So, I'm sitting here on a Wednesday night with no CM episode to ramble on about. Got a few fic ideas, can't figure out which to start.Staring at the third Snowpocalypse in three weeks. And, no grad school acceptances yet, while the job gets ever more drama-filled. Hoping that one of the results of the snowstorm is not the cancellation of Flogging Molly at the Electric Factory. An early birthday present from me, to me. Because yeah, turning the big quarter century next week. (Aiee.) So, not a lot has changed, and my life is filled mostly with drama dire mostly only to me. ;-p But, I have new Pratchett to read, including Night Watch. (Yaay).

So, good time for une Meme, methinks, yes? Yes.
here be dragons )
And, finally- my sophomore honors history teacher is going to go to jail for attempted arson and threats w/ an ax. (Apparently there were prescription drug interactions involved, and it's all very sad and sordid.) I remember him as a nice, funny, slightly intense guy, who managed through a whole year of a class filled with   snarky little G&T bastards like me. (For which respect must be paid.) It makes me sad, and confused. And I really hope he gets some help, and that his life goes upwards from here.
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So, wonder of wonders, the University actually closed down to non-critical employees during yesterday's blizzard. (You laugh, but the Uni nearly never closes for snow. It is a running joke worthy of Pratchett.) This is this biggest snow event I can remember since the '96 blizzard. Which I found much cooler mostly because I was 11 and could play in it. I did mostly nothing yesterday, except watch through the Whedonverse with the Fraternal Guy. (We're on Angel Season Four right now, and it is highly enjoyable.)

Today, they are trying to dig out from under, and opened about 20 minutes ago. But since I have the time stored up, and the shoveling needed to get done, I called out. So TFG and I just finished the shoveling, and are preparing to put the kettle on while watching more Angel. Snowpocalypse, Now-ish. I may attempt a batch of cranberry sauce later. Plus, it is one of my nights to cook, AKA Ravioli and Salad Night. Nom.

So, very good time for MEME! (blame [livejournal.com profile] katewallace . Again. She is my enabler. :)

1. REPLY TO THIS MEME BY YELLING "MY NAME IS THE MASTER", AND I WILL GIVE YOU FIVE WORDS THAT REMIND ME OF YOU.
2. THEN POST THEM IN YOUR JOURNAL AND EXPLAIN WHAT THEY MEAN TO YOU.
3. KEEP IN MIND THAT IF I DON'T KNOW YOU THAT WELL, YOUR WORDS MIGHT END UP KIND OF ODD OR WEIRD. IF I DO KNOW YOU, YOUR WORDS WILL MAYBE PROBABLY BE WEIRD.

Snow, Star Trek, Hotch, grad school, "Vita" )
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The Snowpocalypse has been overcome. We have a tree, a real tree, needles and all. And we shovled out from under the Blizzard of Aught-Nine. And made a sinful amount of Christmas cookies.

*is feeling v.v. festive right now*
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Today's plan was to have been, bus up to the nursery one town over, pick out our Christmas tree, and convince them (as always) to truck it back to our driveway.

*looks out window*

Yeah, not today. They're predicting at least a foot of snow from NoVa, through the Delaware Valley, up to NYC. Wind chill out there: 10 degrees. Not good for anybody, but especially us public-transit-taking folk.

Maybe tomorrow, if it dies down enough, but unlikely. Possible plan B: Artificial tree from Sears or Penney's? (I have insisted, if this happens, that it is to be proper Charlie Brown Christmas Pink. Damn straight.) But there will still be Christmas Cookie Making, so all is not lost.

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