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Monday, February 02, 2009

Screw You, Punxsutawney
posted by Eaglie at 10:11 AM

I think I spelled that right. Anyway, while we wait in Chicago for our OWN delicious rodent to come out of his hidey-hole, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow and bolted back inside. Let's hope this stays with the tradition that groundhogs are always wrong about the weather. We should start paying more attention to less dumb animals, really.

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Thursday, January 15, 2009

Our Own Snowbowl 2009
posted by Eaglie at 2:09 PM

A few tail feathers cracked off this morning, the night after me and Andy, like morons, playing in the snow. At night. Serves me right for thinking I could trap that long pass from Dubs of "The Monster Raving Looney Rantings of Dubs." I also feel like I'm coughing a frozen lung out of my gizzard, which I didn't expect to be physically possible.

All anyone can talk about in Chicago is this weather. There's a foot and a half of snow out, another blizzard touched just north of us, and the mercury's not getting to zero today. So, no more going outside! I'm booting up video games, possibly a few maps set in deserts and tropical areas: I plan to keep all my tail feathers for another day. I've got a while 'til I molt and gain those back.

Speaking of more birds playing football, this one's abandoning us.

P.S. Totally burned Andy. Frozen wings over frozen boots and ankles, any day!

Labels: Midwestern Values, Weather