crazy lady with the shiny shoes, where are you?

Continuing my rambling approach to blogging...

Still at my parents' place. It's funny how, in unfamiliar environs, just preparing food can become a drawn-out ordeal. No recipe instructions are going to prepare you for that. "Preparation time: 15 minutes... unless you're in a strange kitchen because it's probably going to take you 5 minutes to find the damned measuring spoons."

We got out of work early today due the snow storm pummeling just about half the country. My estimate would be that we were getting an inch of snow per hour for a while this afternoon. I would enjoy winter immensely if I didn't actually have to interact with the snow. It's pretty to look at, but it's a total bitch to move around. Thankfully I have a snowblower at my disposal.

In that vein - the exhaust smell that sticks to your coat/gloves/hat after using the snowblower is probably one of the least enjoyable scents I can think of. Right up there with poop, and paperwhites (the stinky flowers), and reheated fish in the microwave. People who do that should be flogged with actual fish, á la Monty Python.

Topic change (again): my parents' pets are very staticky. When petted, they both sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies cereal. Snap, crackle, blue sparks in the fur.

Lastly - the guitar solo/instrumental bridge bit of Live's "Turn My Head" is a thing of beauty.