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[urbpan]

Most of the time I love The City, and I can't imagine living away from its conveniences.

Sometimes (like right now) the presence of other people makes me feel like I'm going insane. The behavior of motorists in particular may cause me to snap. Minivan lady thinks that its okay to run the red light, just this once, to get into line at another red light. I never say anything clever when this happens (all the time, in my neighborhood), but I do say it loudly. This time I simply uttered the name of the Lord, giving him a new middle name with the initial 'F.' Hopefully the experience for minivan lady was at least memorable.

The snow is still everywhere, great whalesized heaps of it obscuring lines of sight, reducing sidewalk use to single file and changing two-lane streets into one and a third land streets (which are still used as though they are two lanes). My humanism and environmentalism are suffering. Either forceably sterilize everyone or dump all this snow--sooty and salty as it is--into the harbor. Or dump all the cars in the harbor, either way.

Now I'm going to go grocery shopping, with my bike trailer. Wish me luck.

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[anais2.livejournal.com]

That forced sterilization thing is my only area of agreement with Hitler, and looks more feasible every day.

A breeder's license should be at least as difficult to acquire as a masters.. It's not like we're short on defectives, fer cryin' out loud.

[cottonmanifesto.livejournal.com]

Where was this? Aspinwall light?

[urbpan.livejournal.com]

Yeah, on the way back; minivan lady was on Brookline Ave headed toward the medical area. She waited for the light to totally change to red--the Aspinwall light was green, the walk signal was on, I'd taken a step into the road--before charging through. I was close enough that I was yelling directly into her window. Too bad it was closed. I scared some people.

[cottonmanifesto.livejournal.com]

I can tell you, without a doubt, that she heard you perfectly clearly (like the guy who heard me banging on the side of his car screaming "NO LEFT ON RED!").

[wakarusa.livejournal.com]

I think I'm beginning to understand Seasonal Affective Disorder. Also known as Snow Fatigue. And something about low temperatures makes IQs and social tolerance dip low as well.

Some big redneck in a gigantic pick-up about ran me off the road in a snowstorm the other night. I gave the Lord that exact same middle name - but, sad to say, added in another one with the prefix beginning "m."

No bolts of lightning, though. Which in KS does happen during snowstorms.

[cottonmanifesto.livejournal.com]

No bolts of lightning, though. Which in KS does happen during snowstorms.

They happen here too - it's apocalyptic.

[urbpan.livejournal.com]

As Lewis Black said (of a Boston snow-and-lightning storm), "There isn't weather like that in The Bible!"

[wakarusa.livejournal.com]

yeah! that horrified sense of "this can't be happening!!" - at the same time that it very clearly IS.

[artemii.livejournal.com]

the difficulty coexisting with others on sidewalks/streets/etc. right now has been draining my ability to cope well with other humans, as well.

[urbpan.livejournal.com]

It's totally insane. Our street is a patchwork of "completely shoveled--but not curbcut," "one shovel's-width shoveled," and "not at all shoveled." We walked to Coolidge Corner this weekend and did about half of it in the street, which is just a bit wider than the sidewalk now.

We need about four days of 50 degrees and downpours if we're ever going to look at anything but snow again.