Ghost-of-a-Chance

@manta2g, you do know that fully fifty percent of your fellow Canadians live well south of the 49th Parallel for a reason, don’t you?

@manta2g Think you need two of these… at least.  And… ☕ ☕ ☕

Been sitting in the -40s all week with the bloody north wind. Well my fault for being in Manisnowba.

Welp. It dipped to -7 last night. Thanks, I hate it. So does my arthritis. 

Welp. It dipped to -7 last night. Thanks, I hate it. So does my arthritis. 

*dies laughing*
I’m a second generation native of NYC, born and raised in Manhattan, and now living in The Bronx. True story here: The OB who delivered my mother also delivered me at the same hospital, and was Chairman Emeritus of the department when I delivered Elderspawn at the same hospital. The secret to NYC? Forget boroughs, and think of us as a rather large collection of small towns all stuck together in a relatively small space. If you wandered into my current neighborhood, you would NOT believe you were in The Bronx, but my zip code begs to differ.  

You have five former counties.  You have five current boroughs.  Most importantly, you have five slightly different ways of saying, “at least we’re not Detroit.  Or Chiraq.”
You can tell a Brooklynite, you just can’t tell them anything.  Why are the buildings so tall in Manhattan?  Short buildings get caught in their nostrils.  Why is it called The Bronx?  To assure everyone else that there will only ever be one of them.  What is the greatest achievement of Queens?  That they ran off most of the acutal ‘queens’ to Greenwich Village.  Why is it Staten Island?  New Jersey didn’t want them, either.
… I think I’ll see myself out now…  
[added ten minutes later...] But there is ‘redemption,’ and there’s good in bad in most places.  Suzanne Vega could only have written Tom’s Diner at Broadway and West 112th Street.  You can practically feel Morningside Heights when you listen to it, whether the original recording or the DNA remix.  Likewise, Billy Joel is a New Yorker from The Bronx, and Upper Manhattan gave us the absolute brilliance of the Harlem Renaissance.

Ha! We’re getting up to 27 degrees Fahrenheit tomorrow…  

“Illin’ noise” is also frozen solid.  I haven’t left the house in almost a week because of it.  It’s forecast to get up to a balmy twenty-four degrees Fahrenheit tomorrow, though.

NYC’s cold but not quite polar vortex cold. We’re getting a light snow mixed with freezing rain, because the gods will not be happy until I wind up sliding across the street, and I keep waiting for the daft one to call and tell me he’s working late, so I can see if my Jeep wants to ski downhill to the train station.
But aside from that, let’s just say that winter sucks. ❄️🪦

Snow and ice aren’t the problem for once. (And even then, the issue is the repeated thawing and freezing making the roads unsafe.) The problem right now is the temperature and windchill. I can’t remember the last time we hit 2 degrees, let alone stayed there for several hours with a negative anything windchill. My friend Autumn’s windows apparently froze over on the inside earlier this week.  Like, when the frick did we move to Canada???
 

Guess I’m a bit… don’t have a great opinion about bots, so I focus on human readability over some electromechanical Turk.

Good puns are appreciated here

Welcome to the world that also guides youtube’s AI-generated recommendations.

Mine?  Starts with me hearing the high pitch noises, find the Queen having kittens, so I claimed half the litter (three of six).  Seventeen years later, I still have one of them with me (the other two have ventured across the rainbow bridge).

I no longer have cats, but my half-Maine Coon brothers, Toivo and Aino, preferred to nap on top of the kitchen cabinets, or in Toivo’s case, on the very small window ledge in the bathroom, after he’d swept it clear of offending shampoo bottles. Both of them would deign to sit in boxes, which was often complicated by their size, but Aino also liked to hide inside paper bags, which for some reason offended Toivo no ends.  The battle to free Aino could last for a good half hour before the paper bag was in tatters.
They weren’t fond of my feet (unlike my corgi who has cost me several years of lifespan when she stealth-licks my ankles) but Toivo liked to give me large, dead horseflies. They were placed carefully on the pillow next to my head.
I miss having cats...

No surprise to me – my cats always seem to have a new favorite thing to lie down in or on. We call it “surface of the week.”

Your cat(s?) must be so adorable. ❤️
Our older cat, Heifer, has two favorite spot – under a desk on top of feet, and a homemade cat bed fit for a pea-fearing princess. It has several blankets and a pillow, and in the winter, a heating pad. When she curls up under the desk, there’s usually a blanket and bare feet involved. Every now and then, she’ll send the owner of said feet through the roof by randomly creeper-licking said feet while said owner is focused on writing a tense scene.
Woozle is the oddball of the pair, bouncing between whatever place is closest to me – he has separation issues - and somewhere remote and cramped. Last night, he spent a couple hours in his box on the desk, then a couple more in the laundry after locking himself in the closet. The storage shelf is a new one, though.

Mine… either the clean laundry basket or the bed.

Go ahead, do it, we could use the distraction

A dozen lashes with a wet noddle!

*shoves alembic into the closet hastily*

that is too funny! made my night

I feel the same, always.  I’d never tell him, but I wish I were as skilled with on-the-fly wordplay as he is. I get to brag about him online, though, so I’m not disappointed.