whiteout

12" of snow isn't just a terrible white rap album.
-as an aside, that dude puts the gay in reggae-
a licky boom-boom down, huh? okay.
it's also a hard amount of snow to relocate.
if you move a foot of snow over one foot, it's suddenly two feet.
keep it up,
and over the course of scooping an expanse of woodsly goodness like the fortress,
you end up with mountains of powder.
catch my drift?
yeah. drifts.
even taller and suckier than the powder mountains.
and there's plenty more where that came from.
in a hot minute or two,
i'll be back outside, sled-dog running a firewood iditarod.
man's work, our girlie j.w. calls it.
licky boom-boom, indeed.
i got a room full of wet, cold wood, ya'll.
that's got to be a necrophile's dream come true.
oh, c'mon.
it's got to be moved, though.
from over there to over here,
and from here closer to there,
and so on and so forth.
that's just how we doo-doo what we've got to do;
y'know what else i've got to do?
take some ibuprofen.
i've got a creakity-crackity sore-spot situation.
which is better than an open sore, for sure.
mostly, i've got post-epic-manliness syndrome.
you can't expect there to be a boon of beneficial health
not after berserking through the tundra for a few days straight.
i'm getting rickety.
that's what you turn into when you get older.
speaking of;
2009's pretty flippin' rickety.
i'm sayin',
it can't get too much older,
or it won't even BE this year anymore.
who's coming up to ring in the waterbaby new year in?
where else should you go to bring the noise?
c'mon, no drinking, no driving, no dancing,
two little kids, a sip of cider, and a blazing raging ragnarokin' ultimo fuego.
i got it poppin' ninjas.
when it comes to hard-style hardly hard-partyin',
albie rock's hard place is where it's at.
no,
not there...
...scandalous;
never quiet, never soft.....