Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

I actually slept nearly eight hours this morning for a change. I didn't sleep especially well, but I did sleep a decent amount and even had a pleasant dream. I woke to see the expected large flakes drifting past my window, but just in case I thought I was still dreaming or something, and just in case anybody didn't believe the forecasts on last night's news which discussed the timing of today's snow relative to rush hour but gave a 100% chance that it would snow this morning, across the bottom of the television screen (which I had left on because the on/off button on my remote control doesn't work and I crashed rather suddenly last night, so I just muted the sound as I was nodding off) scrolled the message, "IT IS SNOWING IN BALTIMORE RIGHT NOW!" I'm, uh, so, er, like, ah, surprised at this, uh, startling news, dudes...

I don't recall how much we're supposed to get (yeah, yeah, "how is snow like sex," etc.) and am not looking forward to shovelling the sidewalk today if I need to (though I feel better prepared to deal with that now than when I was contemplating it yesterday when I felt terribly unwell), but I had been thinking a few days ago that winter is nearly over and that I would feel a little cheated if we didn't get one more snowfall. Not that I looked forward to clearing it or having it interfere with plans or sharing the road with people who undercompensate for conditions, overcompensate for conditions, or just plain get stupid in snow ... but once spring properly arrived, the winter would have felt incomplete in retrospect without just a little more snow.

Small pleasures: hearing a television weatherman last night use the word "sublimation" on the air. Correctly. And without covering his ass with a distracting paragraph of elementary-school remedial science to define it afterwards. (The word was in a parenthetical comment that viewers didn't really need to understand to get what he was saying, which is probably why he didn't throw in the grade-school science bit.)

And in even more trivial news, I recently watched High School Pygmalion ... uh, I mean She's All That, and despite some ooky characters, attitudes, and motives, and even though there were as many formulaic and predictable bits as I expected (including the "transform the ugly duckling by taking off her glasses" meme), I enjoyed it quite a bit more than I'd expected to. Not that I'm going to add it to my list of movies I tell other people they have to see, but I was pleasantly surprised.