Ginormous bird-like snowflakes are falling. I can barely see the Cracker Barrel. It's like the negative image of a nuclear disaster, or that Sigur Ros video wherein the gas mask kids are making fallout snowmen from the ash. What a joyful catastrophe.

Currently reading: The Great Big Crime and Punishment Pop-up Book by Fyodor Dostoevsky, translated by Lemony Snicket as part of the Pretentious 'Lil Pop-ups series.

The metrosexual does not order fried mushrooms. This should not be confused with the fifth tennet of Discordianism wherein the initiate joyously partakes of a hotdog on a Friday.