A week ago it was 65 degrees outside and I was struttin around in jam shorts. Over the weekend we had the biggest blizzard in recorded NYC history.

It's been a while since we had a big snowstorm, so I did several snowstorm related things that I have been missing.

I love being outside during a blizzard. I bundle myself up with jackets, hats, scarves, etc. I even busted out the snowpants for this one. I think I enjoy wearing all that crap because I get a false sense of invulnerability. Like I can get hit by a car and just bounce back up because of my Goretex. So anyway, I head out into the blizzard when the snow is falling at it's heaviest and the wind is whipping around at it's fastest, and I walk up and down the street pretending I'm on Hoth looking for Luke Skywalker. It's a good thing no one let out their dog or I would cut it open and sleep inside it's stomach.

Some guys where zippin around the neighborhood on snowmobiles, which isn't really a regular occurance in New York City. It was kind of annoying, but it did give me the rare opportunity to throw snowballs at some jackoffs on snowmobiles.

Ok my back aches from shovelling and I got tagged like the big fat rhino that I am and have to make another post today so this is it for now.