Well, it has been a snowy week here in Virginia. We got about three and a half inches on Saturday, preceded by another inch or two in the middle of the week. The weird thing is that it was in the 60s three or four days before that.

I hate the snow -- maybe that's too strong a word -- let's say, I have no use for snow. I grew up in upstate New York where it snows from Halloween until April. I just simply used it up; it stopped being fun. And what ain't fun, ain't fun.

Personally, I think snowstorms are god's way of reminding you that he can make you feel totally insignificant, compared to some frozen water from the sky. Shit. That's like saying that my freezer is a metaphor for life.

So what does that make freezer burn?