Asked to feel pity for the two individuals who asphyxiated in their automobiles. See, their cars were completely encased in snow. Including the exhaust pipes. So, sitting in their cars, idling the motor, believing that as the engine warmed up it would just melt off the frosty cast with ease. Filling the passenger compartment with deadly fumes. Darwin rocks again.

Now they want us frightened over the Giant Melt of the Century! I will not cower from melting snow. Oh but the massive puddles! Death by puddle is not in my future.

I work uncomfortably close to all the recent action I'd rather avoid. Friday evening there was a track fire at Penn Station. Every chump from Jersey, Upstate and Long Island were trapped in the clusterfuck. Crowds of unimaginative commuters clogging the streets. More than one way to go home ya know, ya silly drip pans. Took over six hours to herd the sheep into their pens.

Saturday was the peace demonstrations. Couple hundred thousand protestors straining against baracades. Suspiciously subdued coverage on all networks. This current administration not interested in cluing in the public with reality.

Granted the anti-war event occurred on the opposite side of Manhattan. Created a serious traffic glut throughout the city anyway. The seething bile that chokes my throat on a normal trip to Midtown was exponentially aggravated with a traffic slap down.

And then, as you know by the egregious inflated coverage of a weather pattern, a heavy winter storm hit on Sunday night. Outsiders and interlopers found that their suburban lifestyle too weak to traverse some snow. Good. My city breathed a sigh of relief as it was given a few days freedom from invading leeches. Still Midtown was the most messy with desperate clean up efforts to allow people to course into theme restaurants and The Lion King.

Harumph.

Anyway, I was thinking. You gotta know Gary Coleman and Emmanuel Lewis were hoping there was gonna be some black Hobbits. Sorry little fellers, no brown folk in that prehistorical alter England. Would have been amusing to see Webster with hairy feet though. Whatchu talkin bout Gandalf?