Looks like the furry little bastard meant business. M. called last night and said they’re expecting the same blizzard that buried the northeastern US, complete with power line-downing winds. We don’t have anything like that, but we’ve actually got a little snow. I absolutely love snow….UNTIL NEW YEAR’S. Not a spit of it for the holiday season, but in February we’ve got the So. IL version of a winter-fucking-wonderland. Damn it, I’m ready for spring. Ready to put my green water tub and daphnia cultures outside because they’re in the fucking way. Ready to tear down and redo the community tank because I’m sick of the way it looks. Ready to put plant cuttings outside so I can actually help out some of the people in the trade forum. Sick of the extra laundry from winter clothes. Sick of sky high heating bills. I’ll complain about the expense of running A/C in a few months. Heh.

Simon Pegg did a guest spot in BB as the psychotic super-corporate store manager of Goliath Books. He was in the Spider Plant Man skits with Rowan Atkinson, too (Jim Broadbent as the interpreter in TBA–HA!) Pegg’s funny. Now I want to see Shaun of the Dead and Spaced.

Time to get to work–house looks like a fucking tornado ripped through it. Wonder if groundhogs eat rat poison?

P.S. V. called on Friday, but I didn’t answer. Whatever whinging he has to do about the difficulties in his life I probably don’t want to hear. Sorry for your troubles, sir, but you did it to yourself. P. checked the messages and deleted the one V. left without mentioning it to me. Didn’t matter because I’d already heard it, and V. just said he’d call back, but…..hm. Interesting. 😉