i can’t think of anything to hate today(well, if i put my mind to it i’m sure that i could…like when they cancel the simpsons for sports), so instead i’ll write about our good-old friend mr. weather.
it’s fucking cold today.
of course here in my lofty aerie i’m impervious to the cold as i have my coterie of courtesans and sycophants to keep me warm.
so let’s deconstruct that sentence, ok?
i do have a quasi-lofty, quasi-aerie.
i’m not impervious to the could.
i do not have a coterie of courtesans.
nor do i have a coterie of sycophants.
nor am i particularly warm(persuant to earlier declarative statement, ‘it’s fucking cold today’.).
sorry for the potty mouth, but it really is fucking cold.
i know it’s cold when my friends who grew up in/on canada, north dakota, and the moon start complaining about the cold.
i don’t complain.
i embrace the cold.
it’s like taking a bath in liquid nitrogen, minus the instant solidifying and freezing.
see, it’s cold here, but it’s not ‘hit a nail with a frozen banana’ cold.
so we have todays hate: cancelling the simpsons for sports.
and todays weather: very cold.
thank you,
moby
