So.... Uh.... Apparently Earth's climate has regressed back into the latest Ice Age, and the White House meteorologists were too busy taking  ethics courses to broadcast such news.  Anyway, I believe I was talking about the weather, and how we're all going to die from frostbite, and how it's really a plot, and.... Oh nevermind.  Although I got to look like a Siberian refugee trudging across campus in the all-encompassing darkness.

Oh ye of the XY-chromosomal persuasion, why must ye be so perplexing?
And maddening??
And really, really make me want to go off and hit something (preferably the offensive member of the XY-persuasion).  With a bat.  A metal bat.  Hard.  Several times.  Okay, maybe just once.  But dang if it doesn't feel like five.
Tip of the iceberg, people.  Tip of the ever-loving iceberg.

On a completely unrelated note.... You ever have those times where you're just not very tolerant of other forms of human life?  Here, I'll prove it to you.  Come closer.  *Snirkle*

And of course, now is the time for my yoga book to go missing.   I can make an attempt at bendy Zen nonetheless.  *Stretch, rip, ow.*