Punxsatawney

I never knew how to spell "Punxsatawney" until just now. The town's most famous resident saw his shadow, which I guess means six more weeks of winter, which I guess means six more weeks of cold, gray drizzly rain for me. I guess. Is it really winter when it's 50 degrees, or should I call it something else... like limbo? At any rate, feels like it's time for a countdown until spring. Here are the last few things about winter to look forward to:

Feb 4 - A dear friend of mine turns 30! Enjoy, you old hag!

Feb 10 - The Pink Panther remake with Steve Martin opens! I am excited to see this film tank worse than any crapola Steve Martin movie before it. Stevie, time to hibernate.

Feb 14 - Valentine's Day. Normally I would not give two shits, but after two years in Japan (where only MEN receive candy/flowers/cards on Valentine's Day), I am ready for my just desserts.

March 5 - Oscar, Oscar! Time to bring out the Velveeta Cheese Dip and pray that Jon Stewart can resurrect this tired old ritual. Maybe Viggo will be invited?

I can't think of anything else. I'm not looking forward to war in Iran or going through oil detox, so maybe we can put them off til summer.