An Inconvenient Truth: Don Imus stole my shovel

It wouldn't be bad if it were raining here in Chicago, after all it's April showers that bring May flowers. It wouldn't be bad if it were 'brisk' or 'chilly' or 'a tit bit nipply.' But it's snowing.

I hate the weather.

The-10am-Post-Commute-to-Work-Update: After trudging the 4 blocks to the train station wading through at least 1.5 inches of slush the whole time while being heavily snowed upon [there goes the hair], I would like to formally request that Al Gore kiss my ass.