ice ice baby

The weather around here has been for lack of a better term, fucked up. And after I got home from work Friday this morning was the first time I’ve left the house all weekend. It’s been doing nothing but sleeting all weekend and everything is covered by a layer of stupid ice.

So I let the car heat up for around a half hour before I even attempted to scrape the windows. I’m outside knocking ice off my car when this old man walked out of his apartment and announced that he wasn’t driving anywhere in this fuckin ice, but was walking to the store.

See, this is the kind of shit I hate, cause he gave me that look as if to say “hey fat ass, a little brisk walk wouldn’t kill you”. Yeah whatever Nanook of the North, you go ahead and walk your old ass in fifteen degree weather, I’m driving my car if it kills me. This ain’t WWII and the battle of the bulge and I’m driving, even though it was just to Quik-Trip for some coffee and smokes.

I rented some movies for the weekend and I still have “Snakes on a plane” to watch but I did watch “Little Miss Sunshine”. It was a pleasant surprise, I initially rented because of an interview I saw with Alan Arkin who played the grandfather that really impressed me.

It was one of those movies that snuck up on me and I won’t give away the ending but it had me sitting on the couch with my mouth open. Little girls and their grandfathers plus Rick James “Superfreak” are a force not to be fucked with is all I’ll say.

"and the monkey flipped the switch"