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Sci-Fi is showing Battlestar Galactica, which I haven’t seen since I was a kid.
Or as some like to call it, Mormons in Space. More details here, including the fact that Glen A. Larson was with the LDS. Me, I’m not worried that the background nuances of a late-70’s science fiction could possibly inculcate cultic theology into me, any more than Battlefield Earth could turn me into a Scientologist.
Wow, I never realized when I was a kid that “Starbuck” was also “The Face” on A-Team. Heh.
Photos of the aftermath of the Feb 2003 snowstorm, from an afternoon hiking around the harbor and downtown Baltimore.
More photos and links to photos from Dean Mc-K, Amy Mc-K, Brenunda, and Mike Lee, including Coldmarble’s closeup of the B&O Railroad Museum roof collapse — a great historical loss, that one.
Well, the worst of the snowstorm has passed, and I’ve just finished shovelling a narrow little valley from the door to the plowed street, cutting through a knee-deep — sometimes waist-deep — sea of soft, fluffy snow. I don’t work with my hands nearly enough anymore, and it feels good — really good, to look out the window and see that clear path winding across the buried sidewalk to the road below. I guess Calvin’s (of Calvin and Hobbes fame) dad was right: shovelling snow does build character.
Amtrak and MARC train delays across the board after the Feb 2003 snowstorm.
Photo taken with an Aiptek Mini Pencam 1.3MP SD.
A manhole peeks out from beneath a drift after the President’s Day snowstorm of Feb 2003.
Photo taken with an Aiptek Mini Pencam 1.3MP SD.
I tried trekking through blowing wind and knee-high snow to the grocery. Wow, it’s pretty extreme out there. And the grocery was closed, too. On the bright side, I have a veritable army of eight nine ten mini-snowmen eleven mighty snowminions guarding my windowsill. (see melt.mov)
Cooking for Losers. That’s even better than The Reluctant Gourmet.
USA Jobs. The one-stop shop for all your Evil Empire Employment needs.
Today I watered my plants by getting snow off the outside windowsill, packing it into little snowballs, and leaving them in the pots to melt. Now I’m wondering if you’re allowed to do that.
This is excellent snowball snow; soft and fluffy, but squeezes into a tough, moldable throwing mass. Too bad I have no one to attack. I’ll just settle for making little craters in the snow pack on the sidewalk below my window.
So where were you when Google bought Blogger? Me, I was sitting by the window, watching the heaviest blizzard I have ever seen in my life dump over a foot of serious snow on Little Italy. It’s beautiful from inside, but I don’t think I’m going to church today. Or the grocery tonight. Or work tomorrow. Or school the next day. Gosh, have I bought enough duct tape to feed me for that long?