So aside from the usual pissing and moaning about the War with Iraq (especially the fucking USAF who think that if it’s on the ground, it must be a target), I have now officially had the jelly sucked out of my donut.
It’s the first week in April – a week from tax day, we had snow yesterday and we’re going to get 2-4 inches tomrrow night. What the fuck is this all about? We’re just outside Boston, and the garden was covered in snow pretty much from Yule to Ostara. Then it melted. Then it fucking snowed again. Then it melted. Then in the last week, it snowed three times. Snow at this time of year just fucks everything up, and serves no other purpose. All it means is that the fucking transit system will be all screwed up (as if the MBTA needed help), and I’ll be freezing my ass off at the bus stop for anotehr couple of days.
If I wanted to live in a winter wonderland, I’d move to Nunavut and dig the mukluks out of storage. But this is Boston (very nearly); home of the world’s most consistently sucky baseball team, a revolutionary war hero (who is most famous for falling off his horse before he warned peopls that the British were coming) and whose major contribution to the cuisine of this great nation was baked beans. Heck, the methane from those should be enough to ensure, oh I don’t know, spring-like weather in the Spring.
What happened to global warming? And when will this winter end? And why did I post such a sucky rant?
Dude (a genderless term, in my estimation), I fucking feel your pain. I live on Long Island, NY, and I found out earlier tonight that we’re in for…
Wait for it…
Six. To. Twelve. Inches. All day, throughout Monday.
Holy shit, man. My university used up all snow days long ago - I coulda been off the week before Easter, but now I gotta go in Monday through Wednesday, with the last two days off for Passover & Good Friday.
So. Unless this snow turns into a freaking blizzard, I’m gonna be pushing my stupid wheelchair around campus in bucketfuls of snow, with it still coming down. They’re saying that it could come down at the rate of 1"-2" per hour. Fuckin’ A, man. And of course, I get to hear my father remind me that he remembers hideous cold and snowstorms during Aprils past. Why this has any bearing on the fact that I want the cold crap gone, I have yet to figure out.
Spring better damn well show up soon, or there’s gonna be some primal scream therapy going down.
I just got back from some killer skiing up at Sunapee. With the new snow I’ll probably go up again during the week. What’s not to love? This is New England like I remember it growing up! Keep it coming, spring skiing is the best.
People, people, you’re looking at this all wrong. We’re receiving a blessing. Each snowflake is a frozen drop of manna from heaven. I remember snowstorms in May from my youth just outside of Boston, there’s still hope.
Wow…yeah and I was thinking it was bad getting down to 37 here in St Louis, but then I just have to think of my senior year in high school in Boston (97), April first (some joke!) we got 30 someodd inches. Yup. So think of it this way - this is a little dust-up in comparison!
It snowed on graduation day, May 12ish, last year, in Albany. 3 inches tomorrow is NOTHING. And do none of you remember the April Fool’s day blizzard? Now THAT was a spring storm. Sure, I’ve had enough of winter, but 6 inches tomorrow isn’t the end of the world. It’ll be melted by friday.
Everyone remembers the April Fool’s blizzard. 3rd largest storm in NE history, I have heard. But why does no one remember the April Fool’s heat wave the following year? Close to 100° for a week, and it passed out of collective memory within a month. WTF?!?
Ha, I knew I’d find something in the pit!
I am so ready to put my winter jacket away in the basement… I tried a couple of weeks ago, and had to go grab it again… that was tough…
I hear ya, Scruff, and other assorted Cold and Disgruntled Dopers.
Freakin’ weird-ass weather. Week before last, when it was all sunshiny, and beautiful, and 65 degrees, I thought, “Oh! Spring is here! Time to put away the gloves and parka for another year!”
Hah. No such luck. Plenty more trudging through the ice and slush for me.
Ya know, the good part is that the worst is over. Whatever we get today/tonight will melt soon.
And the best part is that the frickin Water Nazis won’t be able to take their summer power trip! There are towns in MA that have standing summertime water bans, regardless of the reservoir situation. Just another example of the sweet, addictive taste of POWER! NAKED, MERCILESS POWER!
There’s something kind of sweet, or is it pathetic, about using this wonderful, anonymous, world-spanning technology, which connects to people all across the planet, to comment on the one thing which you can talk about with any human being, live, in person, in the next cubicle or in line at Dunkin’ Donuts.
Get a grip, guys! It sucks! It’s life! Your friends and neighbors and every single person you see today will happily commiserate with you about the weather.
I suffered through 4 years of the hell that is Boston weather (one of the many hells that make up Boston) and now I’m free. Free…
I’m so happy.
And reading about snow (that sticks, and turns into ugly, dirty, nasty, smelly piles, because that’s what they do in Boston) in April just fills me with glee that I’m not there anymore!
But I completely agree that someone sinned big in MA. Perhaps if that person is found and stoned, the plagues will end.
