Alright stop, collaborate and listen, Rex is back with my brand new invention. Something grabs a hold of me tightly, then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly.
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don’t know … Seattle meteorologists, don’t know snow.
I’m not lying, either.
Thursday has greeted the metro area with a thick layer of ice and slush, and on Tuesday, the weather guys specifically said that there would be no ice or slush!
I guess we can blame it on the convergence zone. Or the lack of coastal radar.
DOH! Coastal radar arrived three months ago … can we blame it on the rain shadow? How about the difficulty of forecasting in an area in which mountainous terrain and proximity to the ocean make forecasting impossible? You know, like 60% of the planet.
In any event, Downtown Seattle is shut down, as is everyplace else. There is a thick sheet of ice on the streets, even on Downtown streets, and I haven’t seen much by way of plows in the past 18 hours. Hell, even Interstate 5 is covered with a sheet of nastiness.
Go out and drive!
Take off your skirt and stop being a pussy.
If you have errands to run, run them!
If you haven’t gotten your lazy ass to work yet, there’s no time like the present.
Don’t take no for an answer! Get out there, throw up a middle finger, scream “thug life!”, and floor it.
It’ s really up to you.
Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to over to Pine Street to loot The Gap.
Skinny jeans on Ebay by nightfall!
Hey, Capitol Hill readers … bid early and bid often.
I’m going to be rich, rich I tells ya!