I can't just retire this thing with such a grumpy rant, can I?

It's snowing again. Hopefully not as much as last time.

On Monday I had to dig my car out. Not because we got so much snow, but because once the plows went through my car was surrounded by heavy compacted snow.

Not being someone who ever prepares for anything, I had my trusty snow brush and that was about it. So I was realizing after a few minutes that I needed something a little stronger.

Before I could work out a decent exit strategy, a plumber working on a nearby house offered up his shovel.

Which worked in his favor, since he first offered up some bad joke about how much fun I must be having. And I was surrounded by potential snowballs.

It's like the fucking Sahara in my apartment. And yet it looks like this outside:

It's currently snowing in the Twin Cities. Minnesota is supposed to get a large snowfall this weekend.

In light of that, I went out this morning and bought supplies. Not survivalist or anything. I mean, flare guns and ammunition are pretty standard stuff.

Now I'm hunkered down for the weekend. And it certainly has been snowing for awhile now, so maybe it wasn't such a bad idea buying all those C-rations.

Of course living in this apartment you wouldn't even know it was winter. It has to be at least 85 degrees in here. I've got half my windows open just trying to cool the joint down but it's not working in the slightest.

Tonight on the news:

"Which presidential candidate has the most MySpace friends."

Sigh.

I woke up this morning and went to pet Ramona. She has a cat bed next to my pillow so she can look out the window.

Insert cat lady jokes here and I will hurt you.

Anyway I had to do one of those over-exaggerated eye rub dealies because there was a face looking back at me from outside my window—a squirrel.

I have no idea how long he'd been there, but by the time I woke up he and Ramona were just sort of staring at each other. No tension, no blood lust. Just sort of checking each other out.

Eventually I think they came to realize that they weren't making any strides toward inter-species peace and both wandered off. Most likely to find food.

It was weird whilst it lasted, though. And that's what counts.

In other news: I have a new favorite TV show. It's called "The Agency" and it's on VH1.

I think it's completely awesome that a network would air a reality TV show where wannabe models are told they're too fat, too old, need to lose weight or are too unattractive to be a model.

And then to end the show with a PSA about how tragic it is that X percent (60? 40?) of 9 year-olds have tried dieting to lose weight? Such humanitarians.

It continues to amaze me that MTV and VH1 think that they are still culturally relevant or are making any sort of strides toward changing society.

They're both a pop culture write-off at this point. They'd just seem more interesting if they admitted it.

"I've had enough of Rob and Amber. I think America may have also."

John Vito, I missed you. Except you're already eliminated. Not fair.

I got a belated Valentine's gift today. Quite unexpected.

My boss was helping a guy at the counter when she came back and said he had a question for me.

I recognized him—an older guy who always has me make his copies because he jokes that he'll break the copier. And when I got up there he pulled out a big bag of Valentine's Day candy for me to say thank you.

I thought it was sweet. Especially since the guy doesn't ping my creep-o-meter. He's just a nice guy.

I had a meeting today about my newest project: a website design for a local restaurant. A place I've eaten at for years. And on the way out they gave me free tasty food. Tasty tasty food.

But it wasn't until I got home that I realized that not only had they given me just a ton, I got extra sauce. They have the best barbecue sauce ever. And I know they're trying to keep the cost down, so I may just have to bargain for a couple of bottles tacked on to the final invoice.

In other news: I cut my hair off tonight.

Not all of it, mind you. I think I took out maybe 4-6 inches. But I still can't believe I did it. I've never cut my hair before.

And there's a great secret to cutting your own hair and making it straight and perfect. I just don't know it. My hair's all crazy and uneven.

I finally got a chance to watch "Camp Reality", thinking it might be worth it. There are a couple people on there that always make me laugh.

So I watched the first few episodes.

I think I finally have conclusive proof that the editors are the real stars of reality TV. They can make anyone look interesting and/or insane.

Mostly insane.

For some reason it reminded me of a video of a weekend bachelor party. No dead hookers or copious amounts of blow, mind you. But a bunch of people playing random games and clowning around for the camera, trying way too hard to be funny. And failing.

Except Coral. Coral brings the funny.

It's been chaos in the Twin Cities the last few days. This is what happens when it snows and the plows don't go out.

I was a casualty. I got rear-ended today in the middle of downtown Minneapolis.

Despite a nasty sounding crunch and a girly shriek from me upon impact, there appears to be no damage.

Although the girly shriek was a little damaging to my pride. In other accidents I've been in, a blood curdling scream has been more the norm.

Super Bowl Sunday!!!!!!! Rawk on!!!!!!!!!

So who's playing anyway?

I kid. I figured that out around 1 PM this afternoon.

I did watch the game. Despite appearances (or... write-pearances) I do enjoy watching football. And have a decent grasp of the rules.

And by decent I mean I think I know way more than I actually do. But I get the basics.

On a Minnesota note: Tony Dungy and Prince. I like both.

And Prince having an apparently live show is awesome. "Somebody take my picture, with all this rain in sight." And I must applaud the Foo Fighters' cover. That's a pretty big compliment.

In other news: It's currently below zero. And I'm hoping like hell my car will start Monday morning.

I started writing something about how great it was that my heat's been on all the time for the past few days. I was rather thrilled.

But right now it's 1 AM and it's so hot in here that my laptop's fan has been kicking on (which only happens on really hot summer days). Plus Ramona is currently hunkering down in my tub trying to cool down. It's that hot in my apartment.

And it's currently one degree outside.

These radiators can apparently kick shit out when they want to.