It snowed today. Fuck. I hate snow. If it never snowed again I can’t say I’d be too pissed. Today, it was only a light feathering of snow. Tomorrow, or some time soon, it’ll be a fucking blizzard. Roads will shut down. Breathing the ice cold air will become painful. I’ll be relegated to my living room because the roads will be too unsafe to drive. My five-year-old son (well, he’ll be five in three weeks, but who’s counting) will not have school and guess where he’ll be? He’ll be at home. With me. In my ass. I fucking hate snow.

Alright, so on with the show then.

I hope everyone had a fantastic Thanksgiving. Mine was spent in Indianapolis with my gramma and grampa. Gramma and grampa pretty much rock. I haven’t been to Indy for a major holiday in years. It felt nice to do something out of the ordinary. Unfortunately, the Indy trip put the final nail into my tires coffin. The day after I got back from Indy, the Bimmer suffered a major tire blowout (at 55 miles per hour, no less) as my front passenger side rubber gave up the ghost. I thought I had inspected the tires before and after the trip, but apparently my inspection was for shit. This tire failure did, however, reveal a much more serious issue: the other three tires are very close to crapping out as well. Oh well, just another item to add to the pre-season list for 2008. What’s money if you don’t get to enjoy it. I didn’t need it. I can’t take it with me. Might as well spend it.

Tomorrow’s blog (because I’m too tired and lazy to write it tonight): a couple of movie reviews from the weekend. I had the privelege of seeing Beowulf in 3D and the disappointment of witnessing the miserable fucking trainwreck that is The Mist (hint: not everything Stephen King puts his name on is gold).