Yup. This is blizzard weather.

I'm in D.C.

How's that for a change of scene?   

I had this dream where I'm sitting at a table with Jim Morrison in the middle of the woods.  
I say "Jim, are you ready?"  
and he says "Sure Margaret, do the honors."  
Then I start to shuffle a deck of cards and we play gin rummy.  
I say "Jim, my name isn't Margaret and you're dead."  
Regardless of mortality, Jim calls "Gin" and wins the game
... that rascal always wins.

Contrary to popular belief, Abraham Lincoln did not debate Stephen A. Douglas in 1858.  
According to a Fox News graphic, he actually debated Fredrick Douglas.
Lovely.

ha ha

 Three down, two to go and I'm fresh out of AP labels.  

I really want a Zune but I also really want a Mac... I am torn.  

Who's going to see Speed Racer?

ME!

 

An 89-year-old woman used an ax to break into her own home after she locked herself out on a patio hemmed in by deep snow. "I had to bang the glass four times with the ax before it broke," said Geraldine "Gerry" Palmer, who turns 90 this weekend.

Palmer said a sliding glass door locked behind her Saturday after she went outside to rearrange some things that had gotten wet on the patio. Snow sliding off the patio roof had formed a pile about 7 feet high between her and the yard, so she had no escape.

About 6 feet of snow has fallen on Durango this winter, the National Weather Service said.

"The ax was there for several years to chop wood, but I no longer use a wood stove," Palmer said.

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The dream begins with Julia and I shopping in PetCo for a fish and tank for our dear friend Virginia (Ginger).  After some debate over the size and colour of the tank (and getting hopelessly lost) we decide on a nice pink one that looks like a lava lamp.  
FLASH FORWARD
I am now driving Ginger home... Not to dear Sandy or Mike's house... but to Isaac's apartment?   To let her dear brother know that she's on her way home, I send him a MORTAL COMBAT MESSAGE!  (In the future, people will be able to send text messages over their phone in Mortal Combat mode... which means you get to beat the crap out of the person you are sending the message to [or if you are unskilled, they beat the crap out of you]).  We arrive at Isaac's humble abode which is located in the dodgy end of town and I realize that I don't want to drive home alone.  I send yet another MORAL COMBAT MESSAGE to let Isaac know his sister won't be joining him for dinner and we are on our way.  
BACK AT THE RANCH  
The characters in the alternate universe of Mortal Combat Messaging are in a enormous battle against each other...  They then realize that they are at fault and should be fighting whatever is in the dark ominous clouds on the horizon (think Never Ending Story).  The Moral Combat  characters are now fighting shadow dragons and dinosaurs in the sky above Best Buy.  Ginger and I drive past.  
FLASH FORWARD
I am driving my dad's screaming metal deathtrap of a car and I am going too fast down Kavanagh.  I try to slow down but my breaks are not working very well... at all.  I pass a cop hoping that I have slowed down enough to avoid getting a ticket but it is futile.  He trys to pull me over... but I can't stop.  Finally the car slows down and the cop comes up to my door.  "Do you know how fast you were going?"  "No... but my breaks don't work!"  "We'll see about that."  And the cop proceeds to check the breaks and agrees that they are messed up... completely ignoring the fact that I'm not wearing any shoes.  
FLASH FORWARD.  
A relative of mine who looks like Hilary Swank is on her way to a game show.  On her way she stops by the apartment complex that Isaac lives in, shoots her boyfriend, and then leaves.  A fat old man who heard the gunshot calls 911.  Since I am with the cop who pulled me over (I didn't get a ticket, by the way) we get called to investigate the murder of a fine young gentleman who just happens to be the Hilary Swank lookalike's bf.  I recognize him but I don't think my relative was the culprit.  The case is never solved. 
FLASH FORWARD.  
Julia, Ginger, J (a new character in the dream), and I are standing in a livingroom with a HUGE fireplace.  We are all wearing ties.  For about ten minutes (in my dream of course, I really have no idea how long this sequence took) we practice pulling each other by the necktie like they do in movies.  Like when someone is angry at somebody else and grabs them by the necktie in fury... or when a whore sensually pulls on a businessman's tie.  (Our favorite was the sexy one)
El Fin