It’s hard to maintain my rep as a Grade-A sexy motherfucker without the photographic evidence to back it up, so let’s just see what I got myself up to this past weekend…
Month: February 2006
Flash! Bang!
Apparently yesterday’s snowstorm was accompanied by lightning, which sounds like a pretty incredible sight that I seem to have missed altogether. It could have been cool enough to make me forget my ovarall aversion to snowy weather. I was holed-up in the Cracker Factory, staying true to my vow to remain locked indoors for at least 36 hours while the worst of the snowfall went about its business.
I did seem some amazing lightshows, though. The Long Island Railroad tracks emerge from their underground tunnel right acrosss from me, and the ice and snow did a phenomenal job of reflecting the sparks that the train cars make on the tracks. All night long I would see the brilliant flashes of blue coming up from street level, lighting up the dreary sky with some much-needed zing.
I wish those flashes could be harnessed as a source of heat, though, seeing as how my heater stopped turning itself on yesterday at about 2 in the afternoon. Lcukily there was enough ambient heat seeping in from elsewhere inthe building, but things still felt pretty frosty, especially by this morning. It’s really one of my all-time biggest beefs about this particular piece of equipment: it generally works just fine until things get really cold, and then it seems to suffer from performance anxiety and it stops altogether until the pressure’s off. It makes for a very Bohemian vibe, I assure you.
WSE3
P.S.: That’s not my butt. But it’s a butt I’m fond of.