if you were wondering what the definition of "bullshit weather" is i can tell you, and trust me today i am an authority.
yesterday evening, about 6pm it was 60 degrees and warm. over night the temperature dropped into the 30's and now they are saying that slush will fall from the sky on friday. IT IS MAY. and that is the definition of bull shit weather.
has anyone seen the bourbon?
yesterday evening, about 6pm it was 60 degrees and warm. over night the temperature dropped into the 30's and now they are saying that slush will fall from the sky on friday. IT IS MAY. and that is the definition of bull shit weather.
has anyone seen the bourbon?
someone who i was friends with a long time ago in oregon sent me an email the other day asking if spring was moving along here in alaska. he lives in palm springs, and was talking about flowers coming up and stuff like that.
the day after he sent that which was about 2 weeks ago it snowed 18 inches. then it warmed up and a good amount of the snow melted but now they are saying rain, and snow this week.
i love alaska. but i am really tired of it being cold this year. i am ready for something that tastes a little more warm, and sunny.
stupid snow.
the day after he sent that which was about 2 weeks ago it snowed 18 inches. then it warmed up and a good amount of the snow melted but now they are saying rain, and snow this week.
i love alaska. but i am really tired of it being cold this year. i am ready for something that tastes a little more warm, and sunny.
stupid snow.
every year about this time i start to feel it. the slow moving doom of winter. days are dark. the cold is well, it's cold, and january is when reality sets in. realistically i can look forward to 3 more months of pretty much the same white, and gray.
don't get me wrong. if i wasn't into the hibernation trip i wouldn't be here, but green leaves, and grass sure sound good on this tuesday morning.
don't get me wrong. if i wasn't into the hibernation trip i wouldn't be here, but green leaves, and grass sure sound good on this tuesday morning.
since this morning my corner of alaska, has gone from normal winter to raining and way too warm.
there is a saying i've heard here for years: if you don't like the weather wait 5 minutes and it will change. i would like to add that it will change to something that sucks much worse than whatever it was that was unseasonably lame and unpleasant 5 minutes ago.
what do real alaskans do when it rains in january? they open the window in their bed room, mix vodka into something else, and listen to it rain until they fall asleep.
goodnight
there is a saying i've heard here for years: if you don't like the weather wait 5 minutes and it will change. i would like to add that it will change to something that sucks much worse than whatever it was that was unseasonably lame and unpleasant 5 minutes ago.
what do real alaskans do when it rains in january? they open the window in their bed room, mix vodka into something else, and listen to it rain until they fall asleep.
goodnight
the past....
it is what is. sometimes it is what it could be, or it is what it could have been.
but on days like today i'm glad it is what it was, and that i don't know where it lives, or that it can't find me.
it is what is. sometimes it is what it could be, or it is what it could have been.
but on days like today i'm glad it is what it was, and that i don't know where it lives, or that it can't find me.
6:53am new years day 2013
suite 678
Captain Cook Hotel
the bastard virus of unknown origin was not entirely successful. i still managed an early check in at the hotel. it was a big bottle of champagne. i had to pace myself and i needed all the extra time i could get before midnight. fun was had. food was eaten. the one i love and i toasted the new year from a corner room with a good view of the pedestrian movements on the icy streets below.
as the bars closed with the new year just barely here i watched, and from the safety of this room i witnessed all sort of drunken depravity. the first was an observant man who noticed that the sidewalks were slippery. upon making this discovery he promptly began to run. then choosing the only halfway dry patch of concrete with in 6 blocks he planted his feet, and tensed his body for a slide.
physics is a motherfucker. his shoes gripped the sidewalk, his momentum stopped at about knee level and he cartwheeled into a parked car.
directly across the street at exactly the same time another man disappeared into a store front alcove. he did not come out and may still be there resting now. recovering his strength too weak to face another year.
one door away on the corner stands a extremely low cut, short skirted young woman who is trying to use a cell phone, kick someone and yell obscenities at other passers by all at once. from what i saw she was 100% successful even though she fell 3 times.
my favorite came next. wearing a green party hat, and having the good sense not to commit too fully to either side of the street. his drunken stalking posture and the green party favor on his head gave him the appearance of an irish sasquach. he had an argument that very nearly came to blows with a small tree. i am happy to say that he won the yelling match and was clearly in the right.
moments later he ran out into traffic crossing the intersection diagonally. dodging and stiff arming moving vehicles like an NFL running back. his forward progress was stopped suddenly and completely by a parking meter that came out of nowhere and, put him down. but with the optimism that only a fresh year can inspire he picked himself up, spit on car that was in the process of being parallel parked, and ran off into the night.
as the church bells below ring for the hungover i have received word that the hero in the green hat married a stray feline he found on the way home, and is now landing in mexico city where he plans to live out the rest of his days in happiness on a diet of horchata, and vicodin.
now i will call the front desk, demand a late check out, and sleep. happy new year!
suite 678
Captain Cook Hotel
the bastard virus of unknown origin was not entirely successful. i still managed an early check in at the hotel. it was a big bottle of champagne. i had to pace myself and i needed all the extra time i could get before midnight. fun was had. food was eaten. the one i love and i toasted the new year from a corner room with a good view of the pedestrian movements on the icy streets below.
as the bars closed with the new year just barely here i watched, and from the safety of this room i witnessed all sort of drunken depravity. the first was an observant man who noticed that the sidewalks were slippery. upon making this discovery he promptly began to run. then choosing the only halfway dry patch of concrete with in 6 blocks he planted his feet, and tensed his body for a slide.
physics is a motherfucker. his shoes gripped the sidewalk, his momentum stopped at about knee level and he cartwheeled into a parked car.
directly across the street at exactly the same time another man disappeared into a store front alcove. he did not come out and may still be there resting now. recovering his strength too weak to face another year.
one door away on the corner stands a extremely low cut, short skirted young woman who is trying to use a cell phone, kick someone and yell obscenities at other passers by all at once. from what i saw she was 100% successful even though she fell 3 times.
my favorite came next. wearing a green party hat, and having the good sense not to commit too fully to either side of the street. his drunken stalking posture and the green party favor on his head gave him the appearance of an irish sasquach. he had an argument that very nearly came to blows with a small tree. i am happy to say that he won the yelling match and was clearly in the right.
moments later he ran out into traffic crossing the intersection diagonally. dodging and stiff arming moving vehicles like an NFL running back. his forward progress was stopped suddenly and completely by a parking meter that came out of nowhere and, put him down. but with the optimism that only a fresh year can inspire he picked himself up, spit on car that was in the process of being parallel parked, and ran off into the night.
as the church bells below ring for the hungover i have received word that the hero in the green hat married a stray feline he found on the way home, and is now landing in mexico city where he plans to live out the rest of his days in happiness on a diet of horchata, and vicodin.
now i will call the front desk, demand a late check out, and sleep. happy new year!
damn you bastard virus of unknown origin!
i bravely fought off your effects before, and during the christmas holiday.
but now it is obvious that you will darken next years door step. i will not unless there is a drastic change in my current condition enjoy new years eve.
ouch, my throat hurts....
i bravely fought off your effects before, and during the christmas holiday.
but now it is obvious that you will darken next years door step. i will not unless there is a drastic change in my current condition enjoy new years eve.
ouch, my throat hurts....
we finally have a decent amount of snow. usually november and december are the big snow months, right before we launch into january, and the month of below zero cold.
not this year. anchorage, AK has had like 2 inches of snow until last saturday. and the temp. has stayed right around 0 to 5 degrees above for a long time.
i'm good with super cold if the outside looks the part. but not until today has my town pulled up its winter pants and gotten into character.
now i need a bottle of bourbon, and a shovel.....
not this year. anchorage, AK has had like 2 inches of snow until last saturday. and the temp. has stayed right around 0 to 5 degrees above for a long time.
i'm good with super cold if the outside looks the part. but not until today has my town pulled up its winter pants and gotten into character.
now i need a bottle of bourbon, and a shovel.....
i am typing on a new 15inch mac book pro....(sigh) i will not have to listen to the annoying fan, on the dino desk top. i think i'm in love.
vodka is distilled potato sweat from the potatoes in the vegetable garden of the gods. the gods with no names, and hairy backs. vodka is the water that the man in the moon drinks. vodka is what alice drank to make herself small. vodka stole my lunch money. in poland snow flakes are made of vodka.
i'm moving to poland.
i'm moving to poland.
