Chewed gum

I've spent the day being amused by snow, other people's reaction to snow, and a truly astonishing sequence of fairly sappy Valentine's (or at least dating) movies on Lifetime and ABC/Family.

OK, just shut the fuck up... I can hear you laughing from here.

It's either that, or watch NBC's idiotic Olympic coverage, shows about dinosaurs I've already seen, or yet another "stuff-you-didn't-know-about-Hitler" documentary on the History Channel. Besides, it's given me my USRDA of cute women. I sometimes have my supply run low on weekends.

I think my stepmother is annoyed that I didn't fawn all over (or, in fact, immediately respond to) an email she sent last week containing a picture of my half-brother's latest genetic experiment. I reminded her of my general lack of interest in human babies until they become human adults. and told her I think they look like chewed gum. Or Winston Churchill. Or maybe, gum chewed by Winston Churchill. After all these years, I feel absolutely no urge to get all excited by yet another human to clog up the planet, even if it's her second biograndchild. It's like getting a postcard from another planet I wouldn't much care to visit.

I went out and got a sub earlier. The Volkswagen trundled out of the driveway perfectly easily... no slipping at all.