Warm This

It's December 28, and it's a breezy, windy 65 degrees.
Sure, it's grey and damp, but it still feels too damned warm.

I say fuck the tree-huggers and their global warming horseshit, but I still don't like this unseasonable weather. It should be in the 30's, or at least the 40's, and any gusts should feel like icy razors drawn across exposed flesh. Instead it feels like temperate mid-winter tropical breezes out there.

This is not the kind of weather that compels me to stick up for New Jersey when outlanders comment on what a dungheap it is. I want the four seasons. I want the easy access to big cities and coastal playgrounds. I want smothering snow and I want blistering heatwaves. But I want them when they're supposed to be here, not as temporally displaced aberrations.

Oh, and fuck Hurricane Schwartz too. He said this should be a colder, icier, snowier winter than we've had in some time. Look into my eye, Glenn. You're a dork and a scam-artist like all the rest of the weather-clowns. Now go get your fucking shine box.

Resolution #2

I'm losing weight.
No, really, I am. I figure about forty pounds should do it.
I'm not committing to any particular fitness regimen, but I'm going to do it by Labor Day. Maybe even sooner.

And I'll likely talk to my boy Rob about some running guidance. Yes, I hate running, but I love the occasional patch of solitude. That makes running an alliance between the bitter and sweet. I like the sounds of that. For today at least.

Order Now

I'm curious, actually, if I'm the only person who has an automatic prejudice against any product packaged with the red and white logo bragging "As Seen On TV!"?

And how about the Snuggie? I mean, don't we all want to look like Friar Tuck in the comfort of our own homes?
But really, as soon as there's one available with the Eagles logo, I'm ordering up so I can wear it to the next game I attend. I shouldn't get too many comments on that from the upper-level thugs.

Resolution #1

I've come to the conclusion that I'm a bad blogger.
I'm so erratic and so irregular, that even if someone wanted to read what I have to say, they could go months without anything new to ingest. And that's me failing to hold to my part of the Blogger's Compact.

And so, going forward, as of January 1, 2009, I resolve to blog more regularly. And yes, it's a very subjective concept, this regularity thing, but rest assured it will be more often than once every five or six months or so.

And Resolution #1A is my vow to become considerably less wordy.

Believe that I will find #1 much more accessible and viable than #1A. But I will do my level best.

Thank you for your patience.