It’s about twenty degrees below zero outside, and, according to the weather forecast, there’s a blizzard headed our way. Clementine’s in bed, and I’m getting ready to light a fire in the fireplace. The wine’s already open and Mildred Pierce is all cued up… So, if you haven’t guessed, there’s not going to be a post tonight. You’re on your own. The comments section is wide open. Have at it.
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Yeah, I’m banking on a snow day from the AAPS, so I’m drinking Sam Adams Winter Lagers, watching the Pistons, and thinking all kinds of happy thoughts.
You’re gonna miss lost!
(Or you already did…)
We really should all pitch in and get Mark a color TV.
(Oh, and Cousins, how about that rebound/shot from Prince to send Kobe packin’. Talk about a perfect night…)
Veda’s a little bitch. I’m on part five (started it last night, thanks!).
Forgot how much I liked the noir. Been a few yrs since I’ve seen one.
Snow day! But shoveling.
Ol’ East, you must’ve heard me yelling from down the street!
OK, now, once you’ve finished Mildred Pierce, try The Third Man.
What is, “butt shoveling”?
I saw it done once in Tijuana.