Fun times...
So far the totals snow accumulation for my area was supposed to be 12.5 inches (31.75 cm or 317.5 millimeters or 317,500 micrometers), but the last time I measured the accumulation in a protected area, it was a little over 16 inches (406,400,000 nanometers or 40.64 cm or 00.0004064 Kilometers)... (Sorry if the metric equivalents are too diverse, I’m not sure which ones people are more familiar with, so I included extras)...
The winds are fun too...
50 mph gusts (80.4672 kph or 22.352 mps or 00.098643578510000019173511445225 parsecs per hour)...(to be honest, the parsecs one is a guess, but I’m like feeling it’s probably accurate, that and the other choice was Liters Per Hobbit)....(a “Hobbit” as in the welsh unit of measurement equal to two and a half bushels or 4 imperial peckers... or is that pecks... I’m going with peckers which sounds better and I’m guessing is probably around ten to fifteen centimeters which is the standard length of an imperial woodpecker fully stretched out...)
Fully disclosure... I’ve been drinking a little bit.
I spent several hours cleaning the snow in my driveway and patio and in front of my workshop and now my arms are really tired...
Actually they are not bothering me so much now...
Probably the several White Russias I drank when I came inside...
In my defense I seem to be out of other more appropriate alcoholic beverages like rum and tequila, and something with Kahlua and vodka seemed acceptable...
Apparently someone, probably a mouse or something, drank all my other boozes and I’m down to the boozes I don’t usually drink...
All the recipes they had online and on the bar napkin I drew my designs for a quantum temporal parallax transgrofnegator on all had recipe amounts that seemed way to small for a real drink... so I converted those measurements to my own and here we are...
Also... what does frostbite look like?
Anyway... it’s really cold and windy and I got totally soaked to the bone and pretty much gave up cleaning when my snowblower ran out of petrol or ”gas“ as the Europeans call it... no wait... Europeans call it something metric... kilovapors or something... it’s Americans and Canadiacans that say ”gas”... or is that about farts...
Running out of gas isn’t a big deal because I still have 30 or 40 gallons (0.113562 - 0.151416 cupid meters or 100 Kilocherubs) of petroleum stored away in case I need to burn something...
I mean run my generator or chainsaw or something...
Full disclosure... I was using a metric measuring cup instead of one of those drink glasses with the measurements on it... those always seem so small... 250 ml is equal to like a half ounce right?
Well, too late anyway...
If a toe falls off it’ll grow back... right?
Anyway...
Very cold... damp and I’m pretty sure there are Yetis in my yard... Canadiacan Yetis...
This is why we need to build a wall between Americania and Canadia... you have all these Canadiacan yetis come down here knocking on your door offering to shovel your driveway for probably money or something... sure they look like the neighbor’s kids, but that’s how the scam works... and your neighbor’s kids are weird looking anyway and the yetis know that...
You gotta think like a yeti... that’s how you outsmart them...
That and growl at them when they ask you if you are feeling okay...
Then they run of cry to their house across the street...
Oh...
Hmm...
Whatever... it’s not like everyone who lives around here wouldn’t expect me to growl at their kids...
Well...
I should probably go now... various people are poking and prodding me about some dinner thing I’m supposed to do...
Heres a picture from earlier today to prove I’m actually not hallucinating the snow...
That was taken outside...
I don’t know if I clarified that it was snowing outside or not... That’s usually where it snows...
But I don’t know if you are like me and are subject to weird phenomena occurring frequently enough that stuff like that might need to be clarified.
To be honest, most of what I wrote up there l’ve already forgotten and I’m just assuming it was about snow or possibly obscure welsh measurements involving peckers...
I dunno...
Well...
Good night?
Sounds good...
-Hugs and doughnuts, your bestest friend and fellow earth person, Vic